I Could Hang About And Burn My Fingers
Since I am the cook here, I made garlic shrimp and rice for dinner. No one ate it but me. No, I didn't eat more then. Then I played a song (badly) in public, thankfully only a few people were there and they were a very forgiving audience. (I totally missed one chord change and just kept strumming the same one until it came back to it a few beats later, and I also botched the Bm once, otherwise it went OK.) I think I've finally got that M-Audio FastTrack figured out. It's touted as totally GarageBand-compliant, all Core Audio-y, but it's got the weakest preamp in the business. (And, no I didn't pay that much for it.) So maybe I'll get to recording some of those demented little songs I've mentioned once or twice. For me. No one needs--or wants--to hear them.

Right now I've got a stuffy nose and I've noticed that I'm about 700 miles behind in my training so far this year. I know it was the crazy summer schedule (and locations) that caused this. Oh well. There's always next year. My club is getting new jerseys. I guess I'll order one in the hope that by next summer's riding season I won't weigh 300 pounds and not fit in it.

Personally, I would have designed something different, but then who wants to ride around in a paint-splattered, viney jersey? Cycling jerseys are by nature garish and crude.