12.16.2005

Introductions

I'm proud of the thread below. The lead-in was (I think) well-written, and the dialogue that followed was fruitful. We discussed an important issue the other day. One on which people are fiercely divided, and one that we as a group did not share one mind in. It was, in two cases, a personal issue. And everyone involved elevated the discussion. So good job, everyone. In an internet full of trolls, flamewars, and general ignorance, it's a breath of fresh air to have a dialogue like that one

That having been said, it was a bit heavy, so I'd like to clear the pallate a bit.

Friends, meet Ophelia




Ophelia is an Epiphone Les Paul Special 2, in ebony. She's friendly.

Mama, I know we broke the rules
Was somebody up against the law?
Honey, you know I'd die for you


I haven't heard her through the amp yet (late hours and all), but she sings unplugged.

Ashes of laughter
The ghost is clear
Why do the best things always disappear
Like Ophelia
Please darken my door


Of course all I know at this point is the lead-ins to a few songs, but there are limitations to what you can learn on a beat-up acoustic with two missing strings. I'm working on remedying this.

Was it somethin' that somebody said?
Honey, you know we broke the rules
Was somebody up against the law?
Honey, you know I'd die for you


It's been about time. Being the type of person I am, I'm almost genetically encoded to play guitar. (Well, it would be genetically if Lamarck was right, but thats just semantics)

They got your number
Scared and runnin'
But I'm still waitin' for the second comin'
Of Ophelia
Come back home.

Lyrics (by The Band) dedicated to Girl on the Blog. More on that later.

I'd also like to introduce Vesper, who is the newest feature to my illustrious sidebar.

So, I actually enjoyed work today. It was nigh 12 hours of destruction for fun and profit.

Ok, so it wasn't 12 hours of destruction, there was some lifting and moving involved, but whatever. Basically we broke down the store (which is tiny compared to its predessecor) and moved to a bigger, better location within the mall. I got to destroy metal shelving units with my bare hands. Crazy fun. Tommorrow should be interesting.

I'm going to gather my thoughts and see if I can comment on this with something somewhat resembling a level head.

9 comments:

  1. Ewww, Your baby is hot wombat. Try not to get distracted from work my this lovely girl ...you need money for my holiday christmas, kwanza, festivus present.

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  2. A tear to my eye... LOL!

    Thanks Wombat... I shall return someday!!! :)

    Ophelia is one lucky girl! ;)

    Try not to word to hard!

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  3. I meant "work" to hard... I don't know how you could "word" to hard...

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  4. I used to play guitar but after going through 3 electrics, 2 bases, and 1 acoustic and learning nothing but a few deftones songs I gave up-I got an A in classical in college though! Good luck pursuing your dreams-your lyrics sound good and are for a good cause.

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  5. Alice: Hells yes she is. Unfortunately the forces that cause me to work nearly every day at the mall are no less potent than gravity so you don't need to worry.

    GotB: I eagerly await it.

    Chris: I didn't write them. Also, fuck off.

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  6. I don't like working in a mall, but every once in awhile a certain thing will happen...a certain moment...and then it's all worth while.

    I love the pic of you and your "girl". ;)

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  7. your hair is sooo long!

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  8. Like your girl, and she won't do you wrong

    www.courtingdestiny.com

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  9. Vesper: Thanks. ^_^ I'll have to take your word for it for now I guess.

    Crys: Yeah, I've been growing it for four years.

    Pia: Oh wow that would suck... How would I write a blues song about it if she did?

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