Christopher wrote: I distinctly recall the near-overnight appearance of the carabiner with 10+ keys circa 2002. It was like a directive. So weird.

Christopher wrote: Sat May 15, 2021 6:21 pm

tallchris wrote:Even now I've got house key, van key, bike lock, bass case lock, earplugs holder--also too big for a pocket.

I really hope you meant that your earplugs holder has a lock, and not just that it'd take up room in a pocket.

dontfeartheringo wrote: Right before Pandemic Times I had finally achieved the "I play music for a living" dream again, and then the 'rona and the Trump State Dept took that dream out behind the barn like Ol' Yeller. (Pinky Doodle Poodle's visa ran out)

While I realize this is not the "What did you do while the forum was driving around with May Pang?" thread, I can tell you that I farted around in the garden, played guitar every day, and put that PUA cheque in the banque like we were living in UBI world. I did not get very good at guitar but I had a fucking righteous garden.

Now I'm sort of trying to get back into the working world and ended up at the warehouse for the local coffee roaster. It's hard, physical work. A bag of green coffee beans weighs 150 pounds and they roast between 4000 and 9000 pounds a week. Last Friday I loaded one full ton of coffee into a van by myself, drove it across town, and unloaded it. I am beouf for the first time in my life, but my right knee is screaming at me about being a 52 year old hinge.

I miss traveling and I miss playing music. I am the sort of weirdo who never got tired of sleeping on floors and explaining to sadistic soundmen that the kick drum head does not need to be ported.

My lovely daughter is now 11 years old and 5'4" tall. My lovely wife now has tenure. My stupid chihuahua is still hilarious and weird. My cat is the size of a chainsaw and is still always hungry. My beagle mix just needs to be next to you all the time and hopes you will come visit, despite the wishes of the chihuahua.

speedie wrote: Tue May 18, 2021 4:56 am

dontfeartheringo wrote: Right before Pandemic Times I had finally achieved the "I play music for a living" dream again, and then the 'rona and the Trump State Dept took that dream out behind the barn like Ol' Yeller. (Pinky Doodle Poodle's visa ran out)

While I realize this is not the "What did you do while the forum was driving around with May Pang?" thread, I can tell you that I farted around in the garden, played guitar every day, and put that PUA cheque in the banque like we were living in UBI world. I did not get very good at guitar but I had a fucking righteous garden.

Now I'm sort of trying to get back into the working world and ended up at the warehouse for the local coffee roaster. It's hard, physical work. A bag of green coffee beans weighs 150 pounds and they roast between 4000 and 9000 pounds a week. Last Friday I loaded one full ton of coffee into a van by myself, drove it across town, and unloaded it. I am beouf for the first time in my life, but my right knee is screaming at me about being a 52 year old hinge.

I miss traveling and I miss playing music. I am the sort of weirdo who never got tired of sleeping on floors and explaining to sadistic soundmen that the kick drum head does not need to be ported.

My lovely daughter is now 11 years old and 5'4" tall. My lovely wife now has tenure. My stupid chihuahua is still hilarious and weird. My cat is the size of a chainsaw and is still always hungry. My beagle mix just needs to be next to you all the time and hopes you will come visit, despite the wishes of the chihuahua.

I am glad Patrick is here.