One of these days ...

I'm going to screw something up big time.

I see it coming. There's a big f**kup waiting to happen.

Both my cats make ..

.. the strangest noises in their sleep. Stubbys sounds like he's suffering through an asthama-attack, and Sher Khan yelps occasionally like a little puppy caught in a bear-trap. Its almost as if someone were playing one of em Sounds of Nature CDs in my bedroom. The unedited version.

Considering that both these little furry bastards are sprawled across my bed right now, it doesn't look like I'll get very much sleep tonight.

Its been a bad weekend for ...

.. outdoorsy activities, apparently.

First, I read about these poor folks who were shot to death for no apparent reason while camping on a beach.

Then I watch Open Water, a movie based on the true story of another poor couple that gets stranded out in the middle of the ocean while on a scuba-diving trip.

I now fear crazy gun-carrying beach-hoboes and all forms of aquatic life.

Will stay indoors, watch TV, and stay alive.

Cat Pic of the day.

A couple more hair bands, and Sher Khan will have successfully recreated the Olympics logo in his water-bowl.

Jam session woes.

In the absence of decent band-leadership, today's blues jam session disintegrated into confusion, for the most part. People either didn't take solos when there were opportunities (and there were plenty!), or clobbered each other's solos without remorse. Some folks played too loudly, others too softly. And nobody, I mean NOBODY, seemed to know how to end a bloody song.

You raise your hand, turn to the drummer, and END THE DAMN THING. You HEAR !?

All this, not surprisingly, resulted in a couple of people, including my colleague Andy, leaving in disgust. Never a good thing during what is supposed to be a friendly, cordial jam session.

Sanity was finally restored when the regular session leader showed up an hour before closing time, and directed a few decent songs where everyone got a chance to play. I, myself, scream-sang Clapton's Before You Accuse Me, and did ok (the monitors weren't loud enough so I don't really know if I was in the right key, but it sounded ok in my head). Unfortunately, I sang myself hoarse. Again.

*cough*