Hey, guess what? These songs are nowhere near being done. Now I have to write an apologetic email to the three winners extending the deadline a couple more weeks. Which means I have to invent some bullshit gift-giving New Year’s pseudo-deity for comic effect. Something like this:
“Ho ho ho! I guess Santa’s running a little late this year, so your songs will be delivered by the Slumber Pony. Remember to put a Twinkie in the microwave precisely at 11:59!”
Yeah, it’s gonna be ugly.1 Oh, and that Christmas video we told some of you about? That shit might not happen, either.
- On the other hand, I’ll have an interesting story about writing the lyrics, if I remember it tomorrow when I’m not totally burned out by the computer. [↩]
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It’s basically all my fault. I told myself weeks ago that I was going to re-dedicate myself to increasing my band involvement, but I get sidetracked by Portland’s plethora of activities involving alcohol. Everybody basically pours it down your throat after you get off of work. Annoying, but fun.
I’m doing my best to find some shitty.mid files to get “We Three Kings” done tonight. But first I have to go find a Cabbage Patch doll for a little girl who will probably get nothing else this Christmas. I hope you all feel really proud of yourselves. It’s like you’re practically stealing from that poor little girl. All so you can have your silly little video. Count me as thoroughly disgusted.
I’ll tell you again, you could get the girl a sack of potatoes and she’d be just as happy. Don’t kill yourself trying to get a Cabbage Patch Doll. You know she’ll just trade it for crack anyway.
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