Smile on your lovin’ neighbour.

Happy Family Day, y’all, and happy belated Valentine’s Day. I think this picture does a nice job of summing up V-day and the love it inspires.

For once, I was not bitter or foul-mouthed on that most Hallmark-saturated of commercial holidays. Not even a little bit. Be afraid.

In the next day or two a bunch of CDs should be going out in the mail to various people. I’ve been making copies and folding inserts as fast as I can so I’ll have enough stock to last a little while. I’ve also been writing and typing quite a few notes and letters to go with the CDs. Writing a lot of letters by hand back-to-back is a good way to get your dominant hand to look at you and say, “Are you trying to piss me off? Seriously. Don’t people use computers for this shit now?” But I can’t help it if I prefer the arcane mediums of old, like the handwritten or typewritten letter. I need to make some more copies of other CDs to make sure there’s a good supply for the Mackenzie Hall show, too.

I ended up at Phog a few nights ago, just for a moment, to eat some in-transit pizza and drink root beer. It was shortly after opening, so there wasn’t really anyone there yet, which is my kind of atmosphere. But the guys from Michou were there, and a bit of their preliminary sound check led to a short conversation about sensitive ears — or mainly, how mine are ridiculously sensitive. Mike and Stefan suggested I walk around with earplugs all the time, probably half-joking. I later thought of the perfect response, and something I wish I’d thought to say at the time: life should be quieter.

So all I need is a volume control for the universe, and I’ll be set. If you know of any good suppliers, let me know. I’m on the hunt.

A bird just chirped for two seconds in the dark. At 9:30 at night. What is up with that?


    1. If I’d been drinking something when I read that, Lucas, I would have surely spat it all over the computer screen. “Skeletor’s Wet Dream” seriously needs to be a song title or something. Maybe a peppy instrumental tune.

    1. Earplugs are pretty handy, I have to say. On New Year’s Eve I was reluctant to go out anywhere because of loud things, but I found to my amazement that with earplugs in not only was the loudness made bearable, but I could still easily carry on conversations with people without having to yell. My earplugs are also a very vibrant shade of aqua (that’s a colour, right?), so they kind of stand out in a hilarious way that says, “Look inside my ears! Look how colourful!”

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