( Deutsch )Last week's German and today's German and at some point Irish will get typed up. Stupid internets. Stupid upset last night keeping me up later than I meant. STupid generally everything.
Better stuff. I did, over the weekend, go to Music City, which is the local music store about 20 minutes' walk away... maybe more than that, actually, maybe about 30 minutes. But a very nice 30 minutes. I got a capo and a spare set of strings, because all of their straps were either shoulder-tearing webbing or out of my price range, and I decided to wait on a gig bag until I might actually start gigging. Or at least until Christmas. The place was pretty sweet, though, and they are such a Gibson dealership. Wall to wall Gibson and Epiphone. So if I ever get a Les Paul type, now I know where to go! They also had fingertips, which I was sorely tempted by because picking is annoying, but, didn't get it. The Elf Lord got some mic equipment and a spare cable, and we trotted on back and replaced one of my strings on my as yet nameless electric guitar.
Also think I may have figured out my problems with my Original BigBang and my Horror BigBang. My Horror BigBang is apparently an outside influenced West Side Story, go figure, and my Original BigBang is sort of a alien invasion post-apocalyptic survival story. Only instead of humans against aliens it's fae against humans. Debating whether or not I want to add an author's note onto my summary, but I'll probably contact the artist/mixer once I get one and let them know, hey, figured this out.
Should be talking like a pirate. Too tired to. Maybe next entry. I don't think there's anything I meant to say that I've left unsaid. TSO tickets and Quidam tickets are acquired. Boy suggested carrying my guitar to TSO to get THAT signed by the band. I am really, really tempted. I'm also trying to figure out how the hell I would fix the signatures on afterwards, and a little embarrassed that it's just a Squier Strat, but I am tempted nonetheless.
