Does it to me. We do alot of ads. ALOT. And to think about being given this project.
Okay, its a free summer job for kids from 8-12. Its got to get parents attentions as well as kids. The job entails working in an apple store and learning cool things. Oh, and no use of photos. No kids playing with ipods. In fact, no product shots.
Ready. Set. Design.
well, how about a summer camp idea, set outside (when really they will be in an apple store all day), with the logo and "Camp" made out of circles of green that are bushes. The dock onto the lake could be a USB port, have things like the click wheel as innertubes. All vector art, maybe a big map.
That ads makes me want to be a better designer. Everything about it.
The grid in the background but fluid shapes all around it. The discreet little path arrow that points straight to the apple. saying . . start reading here! apple camp. the small but needed drop shadow for every bush. To the way the water shade goes to a darker blue on the edge to balance out the brown navigation area in the opposite corner. To the names of the things on the map.
I mean, I wish I was 8-12 years old so that I could go.
I realize that I have some kit issues. And I don't play the percussion like they are supposed to be played.
But I love to play.
I don't want to play in a touring band. I like to play the little local gigs and parties. That's where I'm at, and that's how I roll.
Which is solidified by the fact that I am only gonna be playing congas with Ryan now. No more kit playing. Ryan is ready to get going, and I don't want to hinder him in anyway.
So, once again. My congas remain. Wanting to be hammered on.
And I will oblige. slapping them to the sounds of the 80's big drums that are pounding in my head. Never realizing that the drums are looking back at me like . . . Dude?! You have no clue what you're doing, but I like the sounds your making.
I like the sounds I make too. Thank you drums. I love you.
I think I've only seen my wife for maybe 4 hours all week.
tuesday, she had darts, i hung with robert. wednesday, she had the lion king, i hung with Jerry. Thursday, I had a gig in Chickasha, she had a late shoot. Today, I leave to hang with Ragan in Stilly for the Bob Childers tribute. Tomorrow, she has shoots all day, and I play at the Arts Festival and then hang at the norman arts fest.
I miss my wife. But tonight will be a ton of fun. And its over early. Bonus.
Come out to the Arts festival tomorrow. Clever Guns will be on the water stage at straight up noon. for a blistering 45 minute set.
excedrin, milk chocolate carnation instant breakfast, followed by a G2, then a slowly sipped caffeinated beverage . . . morning.
I really need to record my thoughts on my drive to work. Because, I had a ton of thoughts to mention . . . and now . . . nothing.
hmmm...
I think I need to set my Mom up on Twitter or Facebook. I don't visit here very often.
Gotsta keep my moms in the know. ya know.
Right ma?
G Love is keeping my morning grooving along. Sometimes, he is perfect for the mood. Sometimes, I need some killswitch engage. Sometimes, I need some Paul Simon maybe some Bob Dylan. Sometimes, its a Widespread Panic or some Samples morning. And then sometimes its some Mac that fits the time. Possibly some Foo or some even some Cube or Pac. but... This morning. its G Love.
I went to bed at 9:30 Monday night. a dose of Nyquil, and damn it I'm tired of being tired. So I'm going to bed.
Woke up refreshed and feeling fantastic. and since I was feeling so kickass. I . . . naturally, wanted to celebrate life.
maybe it was me feeling awesome. maybe it was all of the dealing with "the man" during the day. with one mandatory church visit during work for a dean installment and one supervisor training session that drove the temptation for barley and hops consumption.
happy hour anyone? hmm... backyard time with the dogs and my lady sounds good.
and now . . . I've done some work. and don't remember what I was going to type. this blog may last all day.
that would kinda be cool. kinda . . .
music rules. I'm looking forward to seeing some live bands here soon. I've been pretty busy giggin. it may slow a touch for a bit. so, I'm gonna be seeing some concerts.
I can't really put my finger on it. Maybe its that I am feeling healthy again. Maybe it was driving a different way to work. I even sung in the shower this morning. I usually barely speak in the mornings.
Possibly the weather. Snow tomorrow. 65 and Sunny on Sunday.
I am going to stare at the snow tomorrow for about half the day, or as long as its around and just try to imagine myself in Colorado. I can almost see it from my back porch if I stare at a certain cluster of trees.
I feel really close to my hometown today too. Alot of memories of huge snowstorms. then me going out on my 4 wheeler and clearing drives with the snow plow that we'd put on it.
That wouldn't last very long though, I'd do the drives I had too and then take that plow off and start doing donuts and shit. Man, I had so much fun on that thing.
I mean, I got my first ticket on it at the ripe old age of 10. Me and my Best bud Aric (who was on a little 60 or 80 dirtbike) we're going down to this big drainage ditch to spin out in the gravel. but got busted for driving on the residential roads.
I would like to be out there for one of those big snows again. as long as I still knew some friends that would hook me up with a 4 wheeler. ;-)
Just feeling especially happy and blessed today. Thought I'd share.
I have recently found out that I have some stomach problems and now they have me on 2 different antibiotics, 2 times a day. Plus some other things.
I'm taking 9 pills a day. I fucking hate taking pills.
I am not supposed to have any alcohol for these 14 days. Now folks... I love beer. I mean.... LOVE beer. Its already been tough not drinking. But I think I may make it. I'm sure gonna try. Of course, its not 5 yet. My worst temptation is right when I get off of work. I almost habitually would at least have 1 when I got home.
Plus I constantly have this bitter nasty taste in my mouth from the pills. Its gross. My belly was swollen for a couple of days. bubble guts. fun times.
Well anyway... The real test will be tomorrow and Saturday at the gigs.
Friday - Ryan and I are at Libby's in Goldsby. Saturday - full band acoustic at Classics in OKC.
those are gonna be tough. I'm gonna probably be going stir crazy by the time it is over.
This will be the longest period without alcohol that I've had in years.
Well, the game is on. I'm holding strong.
Although my grass is going to get some attention. I am looking for anything to get my mind off of it. And that means yard work.
or some Busch NA
;-)
Come out and see a show. watch me get all hopped up on water.
Dinner at the inlaws . . . then rush to the gig at the Horseshoe. Then stay up waaaay too late having an ipod party in the garage. Everyone gets 2 songs . . .
Then up and cleaning while Caroline went to a photo shoot. G2 drinking . . . to get some electrolytes back in me and to prepare for the mayhem of a bachelor party on a party bus. thats alot of party. back to the garage for another round of ipods.
Yesterday was re-hydrate, eat, and being nice to my body.
Now we got . . Rehearsal Tuesday Playing the Dog Wednesday Playing the Hogwash on Friday Kyle and Heather's wedding on Saturday along with a killer reception.
I will be ready for a week of relaxing evenings next week. I remember saying when I was younger. I don't even want a TV. Now . . . Sundays consist of one movie after another. Funny.
Hope all is well with everyone. Life is good here!! Been taking some vitamins for a few weeks now, to try to fend off any sicknesses that are going around. I feel good!
Had a great gig at the Dog. I flubbed up on one, but the guys kicked its ass and got me on track. Never start a song when you don't know what it sounds like.
Hey, it was new. chalk it up. Thanks to all the friends and families that came out. It keeps getting better and better.
So, I was actually chipper Friday morning. Got my major projects done and to the printer around noon on Friday. The took a half day vacation and Monday off too.
Took a spur of the moment trip down to Dallas to visit Poncho and Ashly. Fun times as always. Valentines day was chill. Ponch and Ash cooked a killer meal. Then some drinks and board games. Tons of laughing. fun times for sure.
Like Ragan said not too long ago, all we need is a house... some alcohol... and some good tunes. We can be the entertainment.
Yes. we. can.
Well... The insurance stuff is nearing the end. should turn out better than I thought. a little better anyway.
I'm playing at the Dog tomorrow. conga's a go go.
and really . . . what is this beatles song about?
"Ooh, I can't sit still With the Hippy Hippy Shakes I get my fill, now With the Hippy Hippy Shakes Yeah, it's in the bag Ooh, the Hippy Hippy Shake"
I now have one of the coolest cars on the planet. In my eyes anyway. I can't really explain how cool it is to drive it. It feels amazing. I wish every chair I sit in during the day felt like the drivers seat of my car.
It's the captain's chair. Its a cockpit. Its a luxury cruiser.
It's fucking bad ass is what it is.
oh, and I will never buy a brand new car again. used with low miles. saves you soooo much money in the end. I mean, I will end up paying less than the sticker price of the vehicle, with interest included. and it has 25,000 miles on it.
bad ace.
the sunroof... the all wheel drive ... the heated leather seats... the 6 disc in dash CD player... the ipod jack ... the 10" DVD player for the passengers. I mean really?! How the fuck did I get this?
well . . . 2nd time loading the drums in it last night. its a bit smaller than the pathfinder. but they fit in there just fine.
Thursday is going to rock. This is the best sounding band that I've been in. hands down. And I am more solid than I've ever been.
It fucking feels good.
SO... THIS THURSDAY. 10-12. Wormy Dog. Come check it out.
and Joanna sent me this job predictor thing. I think it was dead on right!
damn right. Mad scientist/pirate/evil boss. Which makes me the captain!
funny thing. My boss calls me Captain. its all coming in to focus now.
fucking pirate. ARRRRR.
I want to go drive my car. AND rock.
KM
Wednesday, February 04, 2009
So, I've been dealing with my fair share of crap lately. Nothing horribly crappy. Just crap.
We all know about the wreck shit. No new updates on that front. Just Hurry up and Wait.
I had some sort of allergic reaction Sat/Sun. Lips blew up with blisters. Eyes crusty and stingy.
I hate having fever blisters (yes . . herpes) I always feel like Mr. Balloon Face. These were damn near the worst i've ever had. but they are fading. just waiting for them to heal.
Last night while chasing Cracker around the house. I whacked my knee on the corner of a wall. at full tilt boogie.
feels like I cracked my cap. but I didn't. its just sore. hurts when it bends. which is, ya know, what knees do.
I think that, astrologically speaking, it's just not my time. right now.
Getting some other health tests done this month. Should find out somethings about me on the 13th. Friday, the 13th.
Which, I am hoping will be the day that the doc tells me that my shakiness is nothing big. We all know I shake like a chilly chihuahua.
This month is going to be a bit stressful. I am handling it as best as I can. At least I will get another year older this month. Birthdays are always a reason to have a little extra fun.
So on my way home yesterday. I saw alot of trash bag taped up windows. or just broken, crushed shit.
after seeing about 3 to 4 it was yet another reminder that it could be alot worse.
I don't know how this is going to turn out. since I am upside down and all. but I am kinda thinking of just getting another pathfinder. It kinda stole my heart.
maybe a honda element jeep liberty mazda 3 hatchback subaru dodge nitro or maybe just a little efficient sedan.
I just doubt that I am going to be able to get a new ride. I don't want another big car payment. So, I will just go used again. I think.
I'm just ready to be back to normal. In a car that's MINE. and with windows that have tint. rental's never have tint. I gots ta have me some tint.
So Ragan linked me up to . . .
Made me think of all the times that my Mom has seen me in the hospital all wigged out. I'm sure after I got ranover, it was pretty bad.
But I remember after my first wreck, Asking . . . over and over again. 3 questions.
Where's Dad? How's my truck? Call Tamara. (girlfriend at the time)
like every 2 to 3 minutes. I think, as a parent, I would have flipped out. like . . is my child ever gonna be the same?!
Well, I'm glad I'm still here alive and kickin after all the escapades.
Giggin at the Hogwash on Friday. Coaches in Norman on Saturday.
And I want all my friends. and those that aren't really. to come out to the Wormy Dog THURSDAY, Feb. 12th. Ryan Dorman and Clever Guns.
It was a hand me down... But I check this thing about every 30 minutes to an hour.. The Batt is running down so I keep it plugged in alot... One funny story... I went to the store in my pajamas.... Which is normal. Never in my robe... Like the dude. I had a list of a few things ... Stopped at the beer isle.. Natty was waaay better than miller that day... Grab it and go on about my list... Check out and get to the car.... Load up and check my pockets.... Shit! No phone. Check the car thinking I didn't take it... Scramble into the store... Went down the isles.. Luckily laying on top of a natty light 30 pack... Cheers to beer for protecting my phone!
there was a ton of shit that I was going to blog about. and now. poof. gone. wtf?
well, let me think. nope, that's not working.
maybe I'll just keep typing and see what happens. blank. blank. uhm . . . blank.
weather. sucks balls. we haven't had a winter in my opinion. no ice. no snow. little bit of cold now and again. with a gorgious warm day in there just to piss me off. or ya know. make me happy. but then it turns right back to cold. which in turn pisses me off.
I just hope we at least get one snow before spring. otherwise it just might as well get warm again.
So, TGI Friday's is fucking good now. Went there about 2 or 3 years ago and it sucked. Went there for dinner last night. scrumptious.
uhm... passing the time. procrastinating.
this is a pathetic blog. I think I will do another one. better than this.
Maaaaaan. Things are cool. Sometimes they suck. Like Why does this lady blare her speaker phone. FUCK.
Played last night. People fed us shots. we didn't sound as good. But they stayed and drank more. to see the druken hooligans perform.
which in the end... meant more money for us. see how that shit works?
See how so many musicians get fucked up?
So, I think I know why I want to smoke cigs. Its a direct ratio to the alcohol content in my body. As the alcohol content goes up . . . Little kevmo wants to light up.
This is a direct result of what we used to do. its called "party" now that we don't "party" as much as we used to. I find myself wanting to "party" more. Smoking, even if its out for a few beers and back home by 10 . . . enhances the "party"
Its funny, but I feel like I am pushing the limits. being on the edge. "partying" like I used to. when my only responsibility. was to be irresponsible.
which is complete bullshit. My "partying" now is about 30% of what it used to be.
which is the reason, that I should just fucking come to terms with the fact. That I am not 21 anymore.
I've been thinking about stopping the cigs for awhile now. and since the 13th, I've only had 2 full smokes. but the temptation . . . the temptation is me trying to "party" when I could NOT smoke and be fine. but I want to push the limits. I want to smoke and be an idiot. which in turn makes me want to drink more. because we are doing the "party" thing. in my head.
but if I just resist the temptation. and don't smoke. I don't drink as much. and I feel much more in control.
Which leads me to the pain in my neck.
I have this pain in my neck . . shoulder area. where I store all of my stress and anxiety.
What I have found recently, it that the pain increases when I am in a situation that I am unsure about.
Basically, when I am doing something that I know is probably not the best decision to do. The pain is horrible.
When I am totally at peace doing nothing that compromises my well-being. the pain is minimal.
So, I'm trying to find a place. where I still feel like I am "partying" without feeling like I am doing something I shouldn't be doing.
This, it turns out. is what "they" call growing up.
I just want to be bad enough. I want to be edgy enough. to pull off being cool.
and really. when it comes down to it. who the fuck cares.
