Notes to self

10 random thoughts as I sit here drinking coffee, in no particular order.....

1) Staring off into space at the ceiling of the Curtain Club while starting a song is generally not a good idea, as one tends to screw the intro up.

2) For some reason, frisbees are a whole lot more exciting to dogs than tennis balls.

3) Coffee is the best thing in the world...if I could live off of it and not die, I would.

4) Left front half-axles for Audis are really expensive. Stupid Germans (well I have just cursed my ancestors).

5) Our van is the biggest ghetto-fabulous crapomatic hunk of rolling metal on the planet, possibly. But I will still shed a tear when it goes to the Big Junkyard in the Sky.

6) I wonder how a Rage Against the Machine song would sound acoustified.

7) I don't ever really get nervous on stage anymore...I remember the first gig I played with monkeyshyne at the Ridglea Theater in Fort worth, I almost peed on my own foot I was so nervous, haha.

8) I walked in the other night at Chris's house to see him with shaving cream all over his head....was kinda funny but scary, if you didn't know what he was up to.

9) Be really careful when dealing with Verizon's internet department, they are boneheads beyond description apparently.

10) Speaking of dogs, why do some dogs bark like it's going out of style and others just don't bark hardly at all?


Anyway....my time in the Air Force is winding down, I think I officially have 90 days left, and I have 40 days of vacation, so my time is REALLY winding down. I am so stoked to get away from it, it's been a fun but draining ride of 13 years. Some parts of it I'll miss, like the travel and meeting a lot of cool people, but a lot of others I won't miss, to include travel to combat zones (see pic) and some not-so-cool people.

my ass in Afghanistan...literally.

I'm part excited, part scared shitless....I mean, I haven't had to look for a job for 13 years, so I'm sure I will commit some heinous faux-pas during some interview, which I will have to compensate for by leaping over the desk and applying a pressure-point choke hold on the interviewer til he/she goes unconscious and forgets my faux-pas. And then I will call back a few days later and say "hey Bob, really enjoyed the chance to talk with you the other day, I got the job, right? RIGHT? What? DON'T MAKE ME COME DOWN THERE AGAIN. By the way, is your life insurance paid up? I would hate for your wife and kids to be destitute and living in a refrigerator box in an alley when you're gone. What? Oh was just idly wondering. SO WHEN DO I START?!?! That's what I thought, and while we're at it I would like a raise, even though I haven't started yet. And a corner office. And a secretary. Maybe even your office and your secretary. Great, I'll be in for my first day on Tuesday, be cleaned out by then."

Wow, I have no idea where that came from. Me and the boys will be drinking a few tasty Ziegenbock's tonight at the Garage in Denton, we'll be playing a badass acoustic set all night, swing by and hang with us and I will promise not to knife anyone with a spork from an MRE, haha. No seriously. No sporks. See you there!!!!