Because I'm Bored and Tired But Don't Want to Go to Bed

And the title says it all. I'm tired because I've woken up at 5 AM for three straight days, but I hate to think that I'd go to bed at 9:13 PM. I've got a reputation to live up to, you know.

Another day, another few dollars from the Mooney Plant. It was a typical day, aside from the surprise DEQ inspection. That was exciting. It was like a pop quiz. About poop and poop analysis.

(Pause for laughter)

I'm really looking forward to the weekend, not only because it's Christmas, but also because I get to sleep in. OK, so I'm a broken record. In other news...

I don't suppose there's really much else going on. I want to say yay for the state courts in Pennsylvania, they struck down Intelligent Design in science curricula. For those keeping score at home, the standings look something like:

PA - 1
KS - 0

Since I've got nothing else of great importance to share (as is typical), I'll just blabber on about what I've been thinking about lately. I set up my electric guitar last night and really jammed out for the first time in a good long while. I thought I had lost a good bit of my chops, but they came back to me mid-solo. Nice. That made me happy.

It also reminded me of the last time I had a real audience. Senior year, final orchestra concert. Which leads me to the spring concert the previous year when I was a junior. We played Hendrix's "Purple Haze" both years, to great crowd satisfaction. The first time around, the crowd was quite stunned, and that slight pause of silence and disbelief right before the thunderous applause was quite satisfying. I had just laid out one of my best improv solos of all time. It wasn't your typical concert, and afterwards, a guy walked up to the stage where I was packing up my gear and said, "I just wanted to say how great that was. I haven't heard anybody play like that since Jimi himself."

Now THAT'S a compliment. I had satisfactorily emulated my guitar idol. That made my night, my week, and my month. I wonder who that guy was...

The reason this comes to mind is that my orchestra director from high school is considering doing kind of a "classics" concert in the spring, reviving a few old favorites, and wants me to come back for a guitar cameo on "Purple Haze." I'll basically be the random guy that walks out onto the stage, melts some faces, and goes home. I hope that doesn't sound too conceited, but I really do lay it all out when I've got a crowd.

Anyway, it's about time for bed. Until the next entry...