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Aug. 27th, 2008 09:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
commotiocordisWatching the Democratic National Convention.
Damn straight, it's time for a change. It's time for a change to people giving speeches at this thing that are even slightly tolerable orators. The home care lady that Barack worked with? The lady that followed her with the smile+shrug+excited intonation at the end of every phrase while telling us about her oh-so-sad childhood? Puhleeze.
Other things. I thought I was on a different meal plan than the one I'm actually under, so I spent Monday trying to figure out where some bizarre number of my meals went to, because how on earth could breakfast Monday morning knock me down to 13?
The Recycled Percussion guys were playing outside of the student union last night, which I totally forgot about. Suckage. I had been at the gym, and then I stopped by the library just because I hadn't been in there before, and when I was on my way back I heard the crazy bass. Figuring that somebody in one of the party dorms was rocking out, I ignored it, but as I got closer it clicked and I went to investigate. Seriously kick ass. They made a huge mistake putting the mixer and guitar up on the platform and the two drummers on the level below, though, because I could barely see them. And I only caught the last two songs, but in the second to last one, they had some kind of a power sander out and were sort of drumming using the sparks from that, alternating back and forth between the two drummers. Which was visually pleasing.
There was more I was going to talk about here, but fail at posting it (as I'm backdating this to the appropriate day, but twas ayer) so I don't remember. *sigh*
Damn straight, it's time for a change. It's time for a change to people giving speeches at this thing that are even slightly tolerable orators. The home care lady that Barack worked with? The lady that followed her with the smile+shrug+excited intonation at the end of every phrase while telling us about her oh-so-sad childhood? Puhleeze.
Other things. I thought I was on a different meal plan than the one I'm actually under, so I spent Monday trying to figure out where some bizarre number of my meals went to, because how on earth could breakfast Monday morning knock me down to 13?
The Recycled Percussion guys were playing outside of the student union last night, which I totally forgot about. Suckage. I had been at the gym, and then I stopped by the library just because I hadn't been in there before, and when I was on my way back I heard the crazy bass. Figuring that somebody in one of the party dorms was rocking out, I ignored it, but as I got closer it clicked and I went to investigate. Seriously kick ass. They made a huge mistake putting the mixer and guitar up on the platform and the two drummers on the level below, though, because I could barely see them. And I only caught the last two songs, but in the second to last one, they had some kind of a power sander out and were sort of drumming using the sparks from that, alternating back and forth between the two drummers. Which was visually pleasing.
There was more I was going to talk about here, but fail at posting it (as I'm backdating this to the appropriate day, but twas ayer) so I don't remember. *sigh*
