my brain hurts

well, today is another day in the world of "work". I'm running into problems with some of the stuff i am working on, but nothing that could get me fired (i hope). There are other things that have been done in the past couple of days. I added a "SLACK" section to my web page, and I'm taking donations for cool little time wasters. I want to be able to have enough there so you can waste at least a half hour of your day, every day.

I'm planning on attending the One Pump Chump show tonight at the porpoise, as a very special attendee the spitvalves will be rocking along as copilot to this little shindig. Actually i have to go. and here's why:

Saturday i managed to drag sienna (the other half of my "pair-bond") to the OPC/vanguard show. And amazingly enough she seemed to have fun. Oh, btw- there isn't that much i can tell you about the show. OPC sounded great, Vanguard was solid (though i never cared for that version of rock), and the other band... well i wont mention their name for a reason. back to the reason i HAVE to attend the show tonight:

before the show, Jessie (the drummer for OPC (that's "one pump chump" for those who were lost)), was telling me this "hey- pitty me" story about how after getting home tonight (Saturday) he needed to get up at 5am Sunday morning so he could drive to Atlanta (or whatever) and then drive back before the show on Monday night. he was doing all of this so he could buy furniture from some ridiculously low prices from a pair of Saudi Arabian businessmen, both named Chuck. or something to that effect, you get the idea. Anyways...

Jessie being the drumming animal that he is decides that his high hat would sound better permanently open, so he broke it during the last song. After the show he comes over and proceeds to tell me the same sob-story about his trip and how he has no way to fix his broken shit before monday's show. In my never ending quest to get people to like me for the things I can do for them and not for who I am, i volunteered to fix the thing. Actually, the real reason was i needed an excuse to go to the show on monday, and this seemed like the perfect "in". Well, when i got the thing home it sat on my kitchen counter till sunday night, when i finally examined the damage. He ripped through a nylon strap. It needed to be sewen (that means sewed, like with needle and thread) back together. Luckily, among my other plethora of skills, i can sew. And did.

So, now that i told you all that, i really see no reason to go on about how i plan to hold his high hat for ransom until i get a free sticker or button or oral sex or something. ya see, ‘couse glypher deserves it. (oral sex that is).