Threatdown continues

Where have I been? That’s the question on the lips of every one of my throng of fans. (Well, it used to be a throng. Now, it’s down to a gaggle.)

I have been to the mountaintop. And I’ve looked over. And I’ve seen the promised land. The first test cd was burned yesterday. And it was good. The labels with the awesome cover art from zee brilliant arteeste are being delivered to me today by my friend, Cableman. Soon, my pretties, I will have them all burned and shipped to cdbaby. Then, I wait for fame and fortune and forget all about you little people. (Not you. The little people behind you. I can’t see them back there anyway.)

Last night when I got home from work, I kidnapped my spouse and forced her to drive around listening to the cd in the car (ya know…to make sure it was mixed properly and stuff). Actually, I bribed her with promise of a dinner out, away from the gaggle of geeks that had congregated in our home to play World of Warcraft: the Board Game (It’s spring break, and my teens are home playing a board game version of an MMORPG instead of hitting the beach and getting drunk??? Who raised these mutants?) Anyway, the verdict before dinner was “too hungry to comment.” After dinner, it was a lot better. Thus, my new marketing scheme is to take everyone out to dinner before they listen to the album.

This is too much like dating.

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World Baseball whatchamacallit

This morning, I got an e-mail from my brother in Philly about the World Baseball Classic:

When I was standing up screaming for the USA I realized I was cheering for A-Rod. I just about had a cerebral accident…

I have not watched any of the WBC. It just doesn’t float my boat for some reason. On the other hand, I have been severely taken to task by my daughter for not taking vacation days this week and going to spring training games with her. (Bad dad! No cookie!)

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Khaaaaaan! I need a diaper change!!

Direct from Something Awful comes the inspired posters from Hollywood movies recast with babies!

I don’t know which I like better… the baby Bill Shatner from “Wrath of Khan” or the awful titles (“Three Babies and Another Baby”, “The 4-Month Old Virgin”, “Million Dollar Baby”). Baby Jackie Chan is the cutest.

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Did I mention I love the word ‘penultimate’?

I know you’re tired of hearing that the cd is almost done, but that’s all I got.

I finished the next-to-last song last night, and I plan on recording the last one tomorrow. Then, it’s just a matter of some clean up mixing and getting my friend, Cableman, to print off the labels.

I’m sending a small shipment to cdbaby, so they can get my sales link up and put the songs online. They manage the digital distribution to iTunes, Wal-Mart, MSN Music, Napster, Rhapsody and a bazillion others. So, even though I’m only sending them a few physical discs, the CD will be purchaseable all over creation.

Queen Bran has been working overtime on the new site. We’ll be ready to launch it when there’s an actual finished product.

Since I needed photos for the site, we bit the bullet and got V a good digital camera (her 35mm was lost or stolen years ago). It’s a Sony DSC-H1 that I think was on sale because it’s being discontinued or something. Not the greatest thing in the world, but it takes pretty good pics. And now kids and cats run and hide when they see her coming… she’s got the photo bug again for the first time in years.

For example:

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Ahhh, spring…

I think I have seen this joke my brother sent me before, but then again, I’ve seen spring before too. Doesn’t stop me from smiling upon its arrival.

A New York family of Yankees fans heads out one Saturday to shop for the youngest boy’s birthday. While in the sports shop, the son picks up a Red Sox jersey and says to his older sister, “I’ve decided to become a Red Sox fan, and I would like this Boston jersey for my birthday.” His big sister is outraged by this and promptly whacks him upside his head and says, “Go talk to mother!”

Off goes the little lad with the jersey in hand and finds his mother.

“Mom?”
“Yes, son?”
“I’ve decided I’m going to be a Red Sox fan and I would like this jersey for my birthday.”

The mother is outraged at this, promptly whacks him around the head and says, “Go talk to your father!”

Off he goes with the Red Sox jersey in hand and finds his father.

“Dad?”
“Yes, son?”
“I’ve decided I’m going to be a Red Sox fan and I would like this jersey for my birthday.”

The father is outraged and promptly whacks his son in the back of his head and says, “No son of mine is ever going to be seen in THAT!”

About half an hour later they’re all back in the car and heading towards home. The father turns to his son and says “Son, I hope you’ve learned something today.”

The son says, “Yes, Dad, I have.”
“Good, son, what is it?”
The son replies, “I’ve only been a Red Sox fan for an hour, and I already hate you Yankee b%$^ards!”

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Rip Van Rasreth

So, um, yeah… here’s a little tip for all you folks who don’t take drugs very often. When you’re suffering from a runny nose and stuff, make sure you ask your spouse (the one who’s been taking antihistamines since she was 5) before you reach up into the medicine cabinet and start popping pills.

On Friday night, I decided to forego my usual “just suffer with it” routine and take something to relieve my symptoms. Knowing that I get sleepy even on DayQuil, and that NyQuil is reserved for when I need a good hallucinogen, I reached for something called “Dayhist Allergy”.

I just woke up.

When she finally looked at them, my wife said something like, “Holy crap. That stuff knocks me out!” Apparently the “day” in dayhist does not refer to the fact that you take it in the daytime because it is non-drowsy. It means that its power lasts for a day (which translates to a lost weekend for me).

But I haven’t had the sniffles all weekend!

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Iraq War could use a hug

Poor little Iraq War. Nobody loves him.

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Am I the only philistine?

I really hate the incorporation of Google Talk into Gmail.

Totally. Completely. Hate. It.

I’m not trying to hide from the world or anything, but why do I have to announce to everyone that I am online every time I check my mail? Or vice versa… if I am in chat mode, now I cannot tell if a friend has popped up on my buddy list because they want to yak or just because they are checking e-mail. It bugs me.

Yes, I am coming down with something. I’m pre-sick grumpy. Bite me.

UPDATE: Ok, so I finally found the teeny, tiny link at the bottom of the page that says “Gmail view: standard with chat or standard without chat.” Do you think that makes me less grumpy to look like an idiot? No, it does not. Grr.

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An appropriate Lenten celebration

Is it a coincidence that my blog’s birthday is on Ash Wednesday? I think not.

I believe that the Lords of Blogging decreed that the fourth anniversary of the Great Enlightenment (i.e., the introduction of Solonor’s Ink Well to an eternally grateful world) should be celebrated with a ritual reading of a random post and coincide with a period of fasting and reflection.

So reflect already.

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I look forward to killing you soon!

Trust the internets to pull us out of our deep, toxic miasma of despair and soul-crushing darkness. Huzzah!

How?

Simple. Ask a Ninja

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