Talk about your day thread

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Slept like hell the last couple nights, having some late night battles with the kid. Mom got it worse so I over caffeinated and gave her the day off.

Had breakfast with my girl. Then we went to the trampoline place with some friends. Then she and I went out for lunch and gelato. Then we went grocery shopping. Then to see Puss In Boots, where we ran into another one of her buddies and her family.

Came home and we had a family jam session next to a fire. Got the kid to bed about 30 mins earlier than usual. Now listening to NIN next to the fire.

Do you have two children?

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Ello Sailor]

'Satellite' is particularly rad on headphones.

Listening to Dave Matthews Band and sobbing again?

Got his ass.

[Bammer]

'Satellite' is particularly rad on headphones.

Listening to Dave Matthews Band and sobbing again?

Got his ass.

[VinylGuy]

'Satellite' is particularly rad on headphones.

Yeah this was a highlight. I think that was the other one (along with Everything) that was originally written for the unreleased greatest hits comp?

Those were written for a GH thing?

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Bammer]

'Satellite' is particularly rad on headphones.

Yeah this was a highlight. I think that was the other one (along with Everything) that was originally written for the unreleased greatest hits comp?

Those were written for a GH thing?

Yeah he wasn’t planning on an album but he owed Interscope two tracks for a comp. He wrote those then decided to do a full album. You can hear that those tracks are a little different.*

* on a side note, nearly that entire paragraph was written with predictive text on my iPhone

* Next word chosen for you? Or you get a choice of 3 to pick from? Either way, the word would populate in full right away, or after you typed the first letter or two?

[VinylGuy]

'Satellite' is particularly rad on headphones.

Yeah this was a highlight. I think that was the other one (along with Everything) that was originally written for the unreleased greatest hits comp?

Those were written for a GH thing?

Yeah he wasn’t planning on an album but he owed Interscope two tracks for a comp. He wrote those then decided to do a full album. You can hear that those tracks are a little different.*

* on a side note, nearly that entire paragraph was written with predictive text on my iPhone

Oh yeah I think I remember that now

*also writing everything on an iPhone

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Jorge]

Yeah
Planning
Owed
Interscope

Yeah it's just planning to get comments about the best way owed to the house and to Interscope the mortgage for a mortgage loan and the foreskin is the most important factor

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[dad]

she's right about the foreskin.

[Rangi Guy]

Just got an Email from the hospital - my surgery toomorrow has been moved from 11am to 9am. I not terribly happy as it's the first day of school for my girls tomorrow and I was hoping to drop them off in the morning, but now I can't

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Just got an Email from the hospital - my surgery toomorrow has been moved from 11am to 9am. I not terribly happy as it's the first day of school for my girls tomorrow and I was hoping to drop them off in the morning, but now I can't

Just let them stay home and watch Top Gun all day.

[Rangi Guy]

Just got an Email from the hospital - my surgery toomorrow has been moved from 11am to 9am. I not terribly happy as it's the first day of school for my girls tomorrow and I was hoping to drop them off in the morning, but now I can't

Just let them stay home and watch Top Gun all day.

If only I could - but it would be irresponsible parenting to leave a 5 and 7 year old home alone, nad I never go into full irresponsible parenting mode

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Just got an Email from the hospital - my surgery toomorrow has been moved from 11am to 9am. I not terribly happy as it's the first day of school for my girls tomorrow and I was hoping to drop them off in the morning, but now I can't

Just let them stay home and watch Top Gun all day.

If only I could - but it would be irresponsible parenting to leave a 5 and 7 year old home alone, nad I never go into full irresponsible parenting mode

Eh, it's New Zealand. There's no crime there.

[Rangi Guy]

Just got an Email from the hospital - my surgery toomorrow has been moved from 11am to 9am. I not terribly happy as it's the first day of school for my girls tomorrow and I was hoping to drop them off in the morning, but now I can't

Just let them stay home and watch Top Gun all day.

If only I could - but it would be irresponsible parenting to leave a 5 and 7 year old home alone, nad I never go into full irresponsible parenting mode

Eh, it's New Zealand. There's no crime there.

Bu they might eat all my ice cream

[spike]

Drop your kids and show up an hour late like it’s no big deal. Lord knows they’ve made us.

[Rangi Guy]

Drop your kids and show up an hour late. Lord knows they’ve made us wait.

You raise a very good point!

[spike]

Drop your kids and show up an hour late. Lord knows they’ve made us wait.

You raise a very good point!

If you do this, you’re my idol. And probably Bammer’s.