Whenever I breath out...
Hey, haven't seen you around in a while....

i've found some kids to make noise with. last night, it got all official and i was given keys to the practice space. now i can make all the noise i want, when i want... all this with other people's instruments too! (okay, well, i'll be doing some minor upgrades to the drum kit and probably move at least my guitar down to the space as well... and eventually i'll want a bass, but until then, i've been given free access to the other kids' stuff. stoked)

wow, it's been a long time since i've been requried to keep a steady rhythm to anything. and boy am i sucking ass right now. but, now that i've got access to a kit and a space, i've been going down there almost every night and working on getting my chops back.

so, during all my meetings at work, i start daydreaming about st00pid band names... here's a list, but they really don't work without the little doodles/icons/logos... 4sqaure, the delegates (we could all dress up in suits! fun!), temperature control (weenie), updown, irate!, big red button (or shiny red button), hotline, and last (but not least and a nod to mr. crow) tattoos for babies.