… mainly because I’ve forgotten what embarrassment feels like:

ONE:

I am “joining” or “subscribing to” NaBloPoMo, which is geek slang for “National Blog Posting Month.” It’s basically a tool for bloggers who, like me, get distracted by shiny things and quarter life crises, to marathon-blog at least once per day in hopes of establishing a writing habit. You can pick any month to do it, and in true underacheiver fashion, I chose the shortest one.

There. I put a badge up. Now I have to do it.

TWO:

I just started playing Guitar Hero, currently PWNING Medium and putting in a damn good effort on Hard for “Barracuda” and “When You Were Young.”  I see what people are talking about, but I’m not rushing home to play the damn thing.  I spend a good couple hours tinkering away but inevitably get to thinking, You could be spending this time learning your REAL guitar….

Plus Damon and I got into a tiff about the game’s calibration. If the audio or video is lagging  from MY EXACT MUSICAL SPECIFICATIONS, I refuse to play. This resulted in me yelling, “It’s not calibrated. You are hitting the button early! Can’t you HEAR that? Do you HEAR the music? I AM A CLASSICALLY TRAINED MUSICIAN, DAMMIT.”

[I am jealous because he can play on Expert.]

THREE:

I still have, and still wear, this shirt:

Bought by my aunt and uncle at an Aerosmith show at Van Andel Arena in Grand Rapids.  In 1998. That means I’ve had this shirt since I was fourteen years old. And while I’m not a huge Aerosmith fan anymore, this shirt has been around enough to be its own entity; it’s seen some shit.

FACT: I just wikipedia’d this tour to catch the exact date of this show, and it was FEBRUARY 4th, 1998.  Meaning it was purchased EXACTLY eleven years ago.

This shirt is a prophet and this blog entry is awesome.

[NABLOPOMO, OUT.]