Fun new music. Linda turned me on to Thunderbirds are Now!, and they are high-energy terrificness. Next on the must-acquire list is another of her recommendations- The Go! Team. She's got great taste. I've been trying to encourage her into creating a music-in-montreal podcast, so those of us who can't stay awake past 10 o'clock can have a clue too.
I'm having so much fun, just sitting at my computer, adding to and tuning my music collection, playing with my video camera and movie-making software, and ... ohmigod, what have I been doing here all month? Hmm- I've figured out how to make my camcorder into a webcam. If you forget what I look like, you can now watch my LCD lit face while I type to you on messenger...
I sent in one resume for a job this week. This number could perhaps go a little higher next week, but at least it's one more than I sent last week. I tell myself I'm being choosey, but the truth is I'm having too good a time not working.
I spent part of yesterday afternoon in a construction patch, practicing my pop-a-wheelies. I suck. But 200 pop-a-wheelies later, I suck a little less. My back is killing me. I took some video for my upcoming movie (upcoming in the same sense as job-hunting is upcoming), which sees me jumping over small ramps and forever trying to keep my front tire in the air. I think I can post my video on this site, but this will not happen overnight. I haven't quite nailed how to get the video from my camcorder to my hard-drive yet. A minor detail.
Dallas ran amok while I biked amok, and she found various disgusting crap that she gobbled as fast as she could before I could wrench whatever it was from down her neck. This is our ongoing game. I'm worried about her- I found another large lump. :( Vet on Monday. Dallas and I are very chummy lately. We have all these routines. One is that when we come downstairs in the morning, I bring her pillow-mat and drop it next to where I'll be all day- on the computer. In the evenings, I say, Ok, bedtime-up you go!, and she goes up, I go up, the mat goes up, and as soon as I lay it beside the bed, she flops down, I flop down. In the night we listen with some alarm to the racoons who have infiltrated the attic. Sometimes she gets into bed with me. Fierce protector.
Tonight is the boobie-party. Need I mention, I'm excited? I am supposed to come up with a boobie-related food for this potluck party which also promises fun games. Ideas are welcome, but be warned- I do not own a jello-mold.
