So I order some envelopes from my usual office supply vendor. Imagine my surprise when a box of padded envelopes do not arrive, but a whiteboard for office presentations turns up instead. So I duly inform them of the error and they tell me I can keep the whiteboard (whoo-hooo!) and a new box of envelopes will be dispatched. Now I have no need for a whiteboard, I scribble all my insane plans for world domination on a standard post-it note usually, so I am wondering what I can do with this large item. Anyone want a free whiteboard? I’m hoping that my faithful office supply company messes up and mistakenly delivers an Xbox 360 instead…but somehow I don’t think that’s going to happen, do you?
Then I decide that I need to restock on some guitar supplies. I’ve just received my $45 from CDBABY for all the songs I’ve sold electronically and I’m feeling kinda flush. So I order some bass strings, some guitar strings, some polish for my new guitar, boring guitar stuff. I hit the payment button and the website bums out. I try two more times and nothing – no payment processing. Then I receive an email today telling me that it was my fault and that my credit card details were wrong – no, no, no…the error message said something about “failure to connect to the database” not “Darren bleeped up”. I replied I told them about their glitch. Then this afternoon I had some sales spod from that shop trying to contact me on the phone. The hard sell, eh?
Internet shopping isn’t supposed to be like this, is it?
In the post: Christmas cards. Not really for me, but I married the popular one, so I get to share the cards. Whoopsie-fricking-doodle.
Worked on “No Concessions” (working title) last night and used a load of EQ on the drum pattern to turn it into a bass drum only track in order to let the psuedo-acoustic guitars breathe. It’ll do. Textures II is now in the region of 17 minutes long with a further possible seven minutes committed to disk in various formats. Not really sure if this is working out too well. Hmmmm…I think that I am thinking to much and not doing nearly enough. C’mon where’s that gut instinct you bleat on about, you imbecile.
Today, had an unpleasant accident. Not revealing further details because:
1) It was unpleasant
2) It was an accident
Just making a note of it here for future reference, so I can say: “It was on 7 December 2005 that I had that unpleasant accident”.

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