I like getting the poems out there, even if they're not that good, it's nice to get my inner thoughts, memories, ect heard.

I've had an interesting couple of days. *giggle*
First: tuesday, went to a seminar on how to take a band on tour and not get screwwed, given by Martin Atkins, of pigface, PiL, Damage Manual, etc. basically he's been a touring musician for 30 years, owner of one of the only major industrial labels(invisible inc.)... and an all around cool dude.  It's basically to publicize his book on the same topic(book, boulder of paper, weight lifting object... it's all the same, really...(aka big book)) After the seminar was over, there was a drawing for various sound equipment things. Mark, our friend who works for presonus(the company giving away the loot) held the sign in sheet, while Martin poked at it with a pen to pick the first winner. (imagine this in a heavy east london accent, if you will) "Michae... Michael... Fitz... What the bloody F###? Kiraela at yahoo... you've won a lesson in bloody F'ing handwriting!" 

teehee.....

actually I won a "faderport", which is completely useless. However, as soon as the drawing was over, Paul went to ask mark what it was, and mark's first comment was"well, it's.. umm.. you can sell it on ebay for about a hundred bucks!" then he offered to switch it out for the interface that we really need... same price, and Paul's been bugging mark to try and get him one cheap for oh, since they were first made...  So I'm not saying the drawing was rigged, but... *suspicion**implication*... but I am getting the interface I want, so I win!

anyway, I got to meet and talk to Martin for a bit. well, squeak, anyway. And I bought a copy of the book, which ended up signed "to the girl with bad penmanship"...  It's pathetic how much that amuses the crap out of me....

Also I finally got to hear my friend Brad's fmusic(Torrent Vaccine), besides the four songs on the myspace... and now I desperately want him to bloody well finish the CD so I can get a copy. 

Also, the guy bartender was cute as heck... he's an old friend of paul's, so p. just thought it was funny that I was like, "preettyyyyy...." since the guy's boyfriend was also there. The female bartender had hair somewhere between hip and tailbone length! I'm not sure if it was naturally black, or she just looked good with it dyed, but... anyway, it was gorgeous.

I saw the woman with the ankle length hair here in town, again, although it seems to have been trimmed a few inches since then. I got a chance to compliment her, and she was pleased that somebody took the time to tell her how great it looked.

there's an odd thing around here, called a "free store"(oxymoron? possibly) which is basically, a woman collects used clothes and gives them away out of a metal building next to her house, every thursday. I donated a couple of things that no longer fit, and while I was there, I browsed a bit and came back with a couple of tops. oddly enough, the only things in my size were silk. *is not complaining*
Including a dark blue silk brocade blouse which fits perfectly, and I don't think I've taken it off since I got back.

Oh, and Riley, the other musician friend I mentioned a long time ago, at the time with dude-bsl hair, is now nearly to waist, and growing out his beard... it's apparently getting towards time for him to start stage performances again.

Speaking of which, I need to start practicing with my guitar again(and keyboard, and vocals... *rolls eyes*)

Oh, and the bartender with the pretty hair complimented mine!

Well, I knew this day would come, but it doesn't make it any easier... My hair, expecially around the face, has started breaking off at the dye-line. It's almost getting to the point where it looks like I am growing out bangs. It feels like it... The same inability to put the strands up, constantly getting in the way, and worse, tangling with my headphones and glasses.  I guess this is a lesson in paying for mistakes, sometimes for years.


Good news, though, I tought myself to eat with chopsticks! I didnt' even fling anything like last time I tried. Also: eating peas with sticks is ... a pain in the arse.

also, chopstick knowledge is useful for polite dining in wilderness situations! Say you're lost in a bigarse forest, starving, and manage to catch food with a rock... but you don't want to use your hands to eat... hey look. a pair of twigs! problem solved!
*is in a random mood*

You know, It's quite amazing to me that my right foot hasn't simply... detatched itself and run off from all the abuse I put the poor thing through. almost every time I twist an ankle, it's the right one...

Basically, I was raking a path through the leaves to get to the truck, when the rake slipped... One large gash, a blood trail through the house, and three gauze pads later, and I think the bleeding's stopped... I had to think about it for a minute, since I didn't remember when the last time I had a tetanus shot. Apparently it was right around the time I had my appendix out, so I am still good.

Oddly, that was my first thought... in that moment of sheer clarity between "wound" and "OW BLOODY f@#$"... "I wonder when my last tetanus vaccination was..."

what sucks almost as bad? I just mopped yesterday.

Poor paul, he must think I'm such a sissy. When he was younger and less... law abiding... he ran a gang and regularly stitched up bullet wounds, slashes, stabs, etc... so what is to me massive blood loss, is to him.. nothing particularly to worry about.  Whereas I'm freaking the heck out. I can handle blood. (Obviously), but pain, blood that WON'T STOP, my own sheer stupidity(raking with slip on shoes) and somebody POKING it, trying to clean out bits of leaf, dirt, rust, ect. from a deep arse gash in my toes,  That I cannot handle very well.

Then again,when I needed stitches on my thumb a few years ago, I had to be sedated to allow that to be cleaned.
I don't handle medical work being done on me very well....



: Pain.

(((hugs)))  I hope your foot is feeling better soon!

Ow!  Please be careful (((hugs))) I always manage to brake my right pinkie toe at least once a year.  Last year I broke a toe on my left foot #$^%!   Cute pic!