Upon review, it appears that your vote does not actually count.

Well, thanks to everyone who voted for the fate of the as-yet-unnamed song. And, although public response was 100% positive, I discovered last night that one of the drum tracks used in the song I never actually saved, so I would have to go back and rebuild that track from the start, which would be entirely more difficult than just remixing and rearranging existing tracks, and blah blah blah. Plus, I've already kinda moved on to other stuff. So it seems that my subconscious mind has already made the decision to put that one on the shelf and leave it for the days after I've been given my million dollar record deal (do they still have those?) and I'm scrambling for material for a doomed-from-the-start second album. Then I'll pull it down from the shelf, dust it off, rebuild that drum track, and make up some proper lyrics about rain, use it in a deodorant commercial and live happily ever after reading Walt Whitman and playing Civilization III in the bathtub all day.

Am I getting a cold or is this just allergies or is it the beginnings of cancer?

In the positive news category, I was downstairs last night farting around with the recording equipment, and I was able to produce the guitar tone that I have been trying to produce for literally 22 years. And I saved the settings, so I should be able to dial it up whenever I want. Just the right amount of distortion, just the right amount of echo, with a little bit of modulation on the decay so it sounds like the note just kind of lumbers off to die somewhere in the distance. Good stuff. I had forgotten that when I work on music like that I tend to lose track of time, and when I finally went upstairs it was almost midnight. Which isn't that big of a deal except that I had to work this morning and I was a wee bit sleepy for the day. Luckily, I have a job that requires nothing.

The Jeanners gets back tomorrow, the Jeanners gets back tomorrow!

The other day I was on the phone with Jeannie and I saw that our old realtor pulled up in front of our house and came up to the front door. Because I had just gotten back from a long run (more later) and was pretty disgusting, and the house was pretty trashed, I pretended to not be home and hid until she went away, for which I feel a bit like a coward and kinda stupid, but it just wasn't a good time. Sometimes it's just easier to hide.

So the other day I decided to go for a long run and I headed out on my now-usual run to Herring Run park and I was able to make it all the way down to the park, around the park, and back home. I'm thinking it was about 6 miles, which is by the far the farthest I've run since my being-in-good-shape days of 2008. It felt good, like maybe the being-in-good-shape days of 2008 might be coming back. I do hope to surprise Jeannie with my sexitude when she gets back.

Yesterday I went to the Rec Room with BJ for a tasty burger. We also played spades. I never beat BJ at spades, but yesterday I did. I made him sign the score sheet and I plan to keep it forever. In fact, let's make it a thing of public record:



It should also be known that BJ wins 99.9% of the spades hands that we play.

Did I mention that the Jeanners gets back tomorrow?