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Blog Thread III : Look Who's Blogging Now
Spluff:
today on the QC forums: zingoleb purposefully outs his friend as a furry
JD:
The plot thickens
Eris:
What I want to know is why only three pawprints? Does the hypothetical skunk that is making tracks up your arm only have three legs?
edit Aw yeah, pagebreak tawny frogmouth!
Zingoleb:
I'm just seeing it in my mind as a neat little cluster of three. I dunno - I mean, I can always get another one added on down the line.
Also: That tawny frogmouth is amazing.
Christophe:
So I just got back from the bar where I work sound for; just finishing up a shift running an open mic night. Everything was going well up to the last act, which was just a guy on acoustic guitar. Should be easy right? Meh. He plays way too softly to be heard, leading me to boost the mics on his guitar, which just turns to feedbackorama. The mics also could have been placed a lot more carefully, and in the end he thanked everyone for their time and walked off without so much as playing a note.
Obviously I feel shitty, but I see him outside, where we discuss how we could have fixed things up, and I promise to get it right next time. I mean, all things considered the rest of open mic night went well, I promised the guy we'd do it right next time, the sound woes were most likely more his fault than mine and the bar didn't blow up and I got home safely.
So why the fuck do I still feel shitty? I feel like all my life I've been conditioned to self-flagellate indefinitely whenever anything goes wrong. Chalk it up to maybe how I was treated by my dad when I was younger whenever he'd rage at me whenever some cock-up happened that was my fault (bad grades, trouble at school, etc), but fuck it, I'm 22 now and have no goddamn excuse to keep feeling like this whenever something goes wrong. Yet I do. The last person who will ever let me off the hook for something like this is myself. What fuck?
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