The Sheridan High School Speech Team is probably getting close to Cheyenne right about now. I'm pulling for 'em at Districts this weekend, so here's a morale booster/call to arms for the team.
Time to get some Lucky Charms,
Regis
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Friday, March 20, 2009
Equinoxin'
At long last, spring is here and my favorite season is underway. It isn't dark when I get off work anymore (largely thanks to DST, but whatever) and it's almost light when I get up (well, when my alarm goes off anyway). It's getting warmer but isn't ridiculously hot yet and things are getting green.
The weather being as nice as it is (and it's been freaking gorgeous in Sheridan), I've restarted running (I was too cheap to join a gym over the winter and didn't much like the idea of pulling a The Bridge-era Billy Joel):
I also finally got me a kettlebell (and inspired my boss to order one of his own). While I haven't been going to Linus-level extremes with it, I have been thoroughly enjoying the ass-kicking it dishes out as I get aquainted with it - I'm focusing on swings and get-ups to start with.
Work is currently giving me a mixed bag of emotions. On one hand, my boss brought the break machine up from Rock Springs, so now we have the ability to break concrete cylinders. If you know me, you know that I love breaking stuff, so this is pretty sweet. I suggested we cast some cylinders to break... you know, for practice. On the other hand, I'm ready to inflict massive amounts of violence on my work computer. Long story short, Regis isn't liking LIDAR and AUTOCad right now.
But it's spring, I'm wearing a Hawaiian shirt in total comfort, listening to X, and getting some overtime out of this, so I can't complain too much.
Happy spring (unless you happen to live south of the equator, but I don't know anyone that does so whatever),
Regis
The weather being as nice as it is (and it's been freaking gorgeous in Sheridan), I've restarted running (I was too cheap to join a gym over the winter and didn't much like the idea of pulling a The Bridge-era Billy Joel):
I also finally got me a kettlebell (and inspired my boss to order one of his own). While I haven't been going to Linus-level extremes with it, I have been thoroughly enjoying the ass-kicking it dishes out as I get aquainted with it - I'm focusing on swings and get-ups to start with.
Work is currently giving me a mixed bag of emotions. On one hand, my boss brought the break machine up from Rock Springs, so now we have the ability to break concrete cylinders. If you know me, you know that I love breaking stuff, so this is pretty sweet. I suggested we cast some cylinders to break... you know, for practice. On the other hand, I'm ready to inflict massive amounts of violence on my work computer. Long story short, Regis isn't liking LIDAR and AUTOCad right now.
But it's spring, I'm wearing a Hawaiian shirt in total comfort, listening to X, and getting some overtime out of this, so I can't complain too much.
Happy spring (unless you happen to live south of the equator, but I don't know anyone that does so whatever),
Regis
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Because I REALLY Love You All So Much
So it turns out that I can only handle two of the three following things in one month:
Anyway, I re-dug up an old chestnut from my
wild-and-crazy-er days in the dorms. One day, my buddy Dillon and I had nothing better to do so we decided to write a song about Jawas. It was progressing nicely when Ben started singing some weird counter melody about the sanctity of his personal space and the song just clicked. We laid it down on my trusty 4-track recorder shortly thereafter (again, in the dorms). I finally dug out the old tape and - by the magic of technology - have put it up here for all to enjoy.
Behold! JAWAS!
Here are the details I remember from the recording: I laid down the guitar part first on track 1, playing my dearly missed Maria (a midnight blue Fender Strat) through a Danelectro Nifty Fifty (which I still have, even if the Dirty-Sweet pot is stuck on full blast); the amp was micced with a cheap Nady dynamic mic that was probably hanging off my lofted bed because my mic stand was in my old room in Sheridan. Then the three of us did the vocals on track 2 - Dillon and I with our Fine Young Cannibals-style main part and Ben with his counter-melody/descant/whatever you want to call it piece of awesome - all together around the same mic. I remember doing a couple takes because we miscounted measures or weren't getting a good mix of our voices. I probably did the tambourine part next as it is on track 3, then the bass last on track 4. I had this wicked awesome no-name Beatle bass knockoff that I picked up at Q-Man in Sheridan (also long gone and sadly missed at present), which was played through a Danelctro Nifty Seventy bass amp and recorded like the guitar was.
Glad I'm wearing iron underwear today,
Regis
- Being in a play
- Completing FAWM
- Getting divorced
Anyway, I re-dug up an old chestnut from my
wild-and-crazy-er days in the dorms. One day, my buddy Dillon and I had nothing better to do so we decided to write a song about Jawas. It was progressing nicely when Ben started singing some weird counter melody about the sanctity of his personal space and the song just clicked. We laid it down on my trusty 4-track recorder shortly thereafter (again, in the dorms). I finally dug out the old tape and - by the magic of technology - have put it up here for all to enjoy.Behold! JAWAS!
Here are the details I remember from the recording: I laid down the guitar part first on track 1, playing my dearly missed Maria (a midnight blue Fender Strat) through a Danelectro Nifty Fifty (which I still have, even if the Dirty-Sweet pot is stuck on full blast); the amp was micced with a cheap Nady dynamic mic that was probably hanging off my lofted bed because my mic stand was in my old room in Sheridan. Then the three of us did the vocals on track 2 - Dillon and I with our Fine Young Cannibals-style main part and Ben with his counter-melody/descant/whatever you want to call it piece of awesome - all together around the same mic. I remember doing a couple takes because we miscounted measures or weren't getting a good mix of our voices. I probably did the tambourine part next as it is on track 3, then the bass last on track 4. I had this wicked awesome no-name Beatle bass knockoff that I picked up at Q-Man in Sheridan (also long gone and sadly missed at present), which was played through a Danelctro Nifty Seventy bass amp and recorded like the guitar was.
Glad I'm wearing iron underwear today,
Regis
Monday, March 2, 2009
Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow
"Early One Evening at the Rainbow Bar and Grille" has closed, the set was struck and the cast and crew now get to figure out what the hell we're going to do with our now-free weekends. It was friggin' blast for me, and I'd like to say thanks to everyone involved, especially Erin and the cast.
Since the play was the sole reason I sported a mustache for the last month, the hair on my upper lip was living on borrowed time as soon as we finished the final curtain call. My only regret is not announcing that it was last call for a mustache ride before leaving the Carriage House. If you're one of the handful of people that liked it (you should have spoken up, particularly if you're single and female), this is for you:
And if you thought it made me look like a science teacher or worse, here I am, post-defoliation:
Now, for the second time in the span of a month, I have to get used to looking at a new (and yet still dashingly handsome) face in the mirror. Truly, the excitement never ends.
Since the play was the sole reason I sported a mustache for the last month, the hair on my upper lip was living on borrowed time as soon as we finished the final curtain call. My only regret is not announcing that it was last call for a mustache ride before leaving the Carriage House. If you're one of the handful of people that liked it (you should have spoken up, particularly if you're single and female), this is for you:
And if you thought it made me look like a science teacher or worse, here I am, post-defoliation:
Now, for the second time in the span of a month, I have to get used to looking at a new (and yet still dashingly handsome) face in the mirror. Truly, the excitement never ends.
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