Leaves Rustling, Voices Cracking, Parts Tearing
Today has been quite a day. It started out real fine for a Monday, but has gone down hill until now. Work was more than a bit nutty, half-staffed and over-booked, I came through the day with a few burning nuggets of knowledge:
When estimating the length of time necessary to do projects, assume that you will be working twice your normal workload, then double that length of time you think you can fit it in.
Final Cut Express lacks a batch capture mechanism. This sucks so much ass I can't put it in print.
If someone asks you to take apart a 14" iBook and remove the hard drive, polite tell them to sod off and seek serious counseling, it's impossible without such tools as a fire axe, a sledgehammer, vise grips, and two stick-toting midgets to hold the screws.
No matter how hard you try to keep the screws of said iBook organized they will not stay organized when the time comes to reassemble it. This is a problem.
After this crazy day, it was time to get in the car and sprint across town to, well, Guam, to rehearse for my Echos concert, which for those of you remotely close to the DC area, is this Friday. I have tickets and they are a scant $15. I've got a pair of soli, so if you want to hear me do what I'm really good at (that's singing, you pervert), you'd better get your tickets now. We're singing in 11 different languages, pieces from just about every continent, and it's all going to be amazing. You need to come. email me for tickets. If you can't afford it, email me anyway and we can work something out so you can come. It's important to me that you come. Really important.
Tomorrow will be better. I am reauditioning for Choralis after work and then seeking a new apartment. The springtime is in full effect here in Washington, we've got breezes that are blowing through the trees, all of which have full foliage now. Walking home from the metro last night, I got the sweet smell of trees in my nostrils, dragging my suitcase beneath the oak arbor. It was most pleasant, and I sit here writing this, the wind is flowing through the house, spreading the same smell across my living room
This I can handle.
11:21:09 PM
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