Kevin's Watch

Yeah, I had a year off and still had cravings. Then again, I did cheat every few months whenever I was drinking. Then when my ass got dumped, I took up the habit again. Which I now realize was stupid. So far since then, my record has been a month.

I have a guitar and don't know how to play. Maybe that's what I need to start working on. How long does it take to build up callouses? And is there any way of turning Fred Flintstone fingers into Wilma Flintstone fingers?

I used to put a round toothpick on a table and press my fingertips hard on it for some callous-thenics......

Never worry about fat fingers, have you ever seen André Segovia's hands? Like catcher's mits.
You'll build callouses but they'll disappear yet you won't be in pain if you keep playing but it takes months. The ticket is not callouses but hand strength and muscle memory, teaching your fingers to quickly go from one chord to another.
Just get a guitar book and turn to the last page, the chord chart and memorize the 7 basic chords then practice going from one to another. Go from G to D to C and back to G.
Do that 10,000 times and you've got it.
Pick up your guitar everytime you want a cigarrette and you'll be a guitar hero in no time. Chicks dig it and guitars don't kill you.
When you give up somthing as big as an addiction you have to pick up something else as big to replace it and learning an instrument from scratch is a really big deal.

I feel like someone I care about is harboring a very deep resentment towards me and nothing I do or say can change it or make it better and to top it all off that is somehow my fault as well.

No, Jenn, I still like you. It's just that you don't go into Mallory's as often as you used to, and it makes me sad.

Oh...Was it not me? Everything is supposed to be about me.

Cagliostro wrote:No, Jenn, I still like you. It's just that you don't go into Mallory's as often as you used to, and it makes me sad.

Oh...Was it not me? Everything is supposed to be about me.

Wait a minute. I thought it was all about me!

I'm sorry Cagbro. I'll try to be a better Mallory's playmate.

Oh Jenn. *internet hug* If this is what I think it is... my intuition says it's an internal issue, and not really affected by what others do or don't do. You know, wise people say that you can't change someone like that; you can only be the best version of you. And I think you're very cool.

I feel like I'm wandering in a fog. Woke up in a daze and have had to fight to get anything done today. Dunno if it's lack of sleep or a cold coming on or what. Meh.

jwaneeta wrote: I feel like I'm wandering in a fog. Woke up in a daze and have had to fight to get anything done today. Dunno if it's lack of sleep or a cold coming on or what. Meh.

Are you craving brains? If so, maybe you are becoming a zombie. I started to yesterday, and then I got some sleep. Good luck!

Cameraman Jenn wrote:I feel like someone I care about is harboring a very deep resentment towards me and nothing I do or say can change it or make it better and to top it all off that is somehow my fault as well.

Sounds like they need a punch in the nose.

Cagliostro wrote:

jwaneeta wrote: I feel like I'm wandering in a fog. Woke up in a daze and have had to fight to get anything done today. Dunno if it's lack of sleep or a cold coming on or what. Meh.

Are you craving brains? If so, maybe you are becoming a zombie. I started to yesterday, and then I got some sleep. Good luck!

Let me know when you develop the fascination with Glowsticks and Pacifiers and wicked Basslines. I need to study some zombies.

I feel stuffy, but fine.

Imagine if you bought a bag of candy for you and one for me. I eat all my candy plus I eat your candy. You go out and buy more candy, some for me and some for you. I eat all the candy again. You get frustrated that I keep eating all your candy and I react by acting like I am entitled to all your candy because I put up with you and that you are selfish for only thinking of yourself. It kinda sucks.

Is it chocolate candy?

Sounds like you know what to do, Jenn. Sometimes you can't make it okay but you still gotta do it.

Well, to be fair, that's not exactly how it went but it's kinda how I feel.

I'm doing okay. Confused about girls, but other than that just fine and dandy. Artswalk tomorrow night. Should be blast.

Confused about girls in general or is it something specific? Maybe we girls of the watch can help you figure it out.

Cagliostro wrote:Are you craving brains? If so, maybe you are becoming a zombie. I started to yesterday, and then I got some sleep. Good luck!

If I become a zombie, do I get to meet Simon Pegg? Because he's the dreamiest.

*lovesick zombie emoticon*

fennifer? who ate yer candy?


i could bring you some See's when i come to get my notebook.
shoot. i had the crappiest day known to humanity.
dallas called in and he's the one thats been dealing with the photo
samples and liasoning (or however you say that) with the color people
and we have color check with the designers and buyers today.
early this morning it occurred to me to open my outlook first thing cause one of the designers is completely, neurotically in a state of agitation somewhat akin to Aunt Bea in the episode where every body hated her pickles. julie. urg. she emails every 15 minutes starting at 8 a.m. to find out if the samples are gonna be there for the photoshoot on 11/5 and if the other samples (we've got two books in production right now) are gonna be there at color from imagine color svcs by 3:00 today.
so i'm thinking i'll get a jump on her butt.
the pagination for the february book is finally finalized and i know what samples we do and don't have so i make a spreadsheet and email HER FIRST!!! heh. stop her in her tracks.
that's when i see the email from jaime that the samples are arriving this morning (2 cartons of shoe boxes, about a dozen pairs or so to a carton) and they have to be sorted for the 3:00 color check. AND whatever needs to go BACK to imagine for finalizing color there has to be there, in seattle, on saturday morning. woooT!
AND
DALLAS
CALLED
IN.
THE
TWIT.
so
despite the fact that i'm in the weeds by a day already on keying in vast quantities of returns (its the end of a season, busiest time for returns and we have a new system that requires me to scan every packing slip with a freakin hand held scanner ) and if i deal with these samples, i'll get in the weeds ANOTHER day (and i'm takin off monday to work on schoolwork)...

yes. i just got home from work at 8 p.m.
been there since 7:30 a.m.
and
i'm
am
working
tomorrow.
because
dallas
called in.

Dallas does not rock. he is the anti-rock. it's the fish for you, Dastardly Dallas!!

Cagliostro wrote:Yeah, I had a year off and still had cravings. Then again, I did cheat every few months whenever I was drinking. Then when my ass got dumped, I took up the habit again. Which I now realize was stupid. So far since then, my record has been a month.

I have a guitar and don't know how to play. Maybe that's what I need to start working on. How long does it take to build up callouses? And is there any way of turning Fred Flintstone fingers into Wilma Flintstone fingers?

A few years into guitar playing I realized that my fingers were too short and uncoordinated for me to be the next Jimmy Page. Solution: I just play in my own style and let my wickedly good right hand, my fantastic sense of rhythm, and liberal use of the slide cover up my shortcomings. I can't play the solo from Whole Lotta Love, but I can make your jaw drop at some stuff you have never heard before. That's the trick man, you have to learn to bullshit.