Still here, still alive

Reports of my demise are somewhat premature. I'm still here. Settling in at the new job, which seems to be going pretty damn well so far. I like the people a great deal and the environment is worlds better than my last position. I actually feel like a real human being at this place instead of a nobody, I won't have to work holidays or miserable midnight shifts, I can play music at my desk, I *have* my own desk (well, cubicle), and in general I get a good feeling about this place.

Nothing much else of note is happening. I may go to see Joe Satriani and Eric Johnson next Tuesday, if I can afford it. I'll be going to see Richard Shindell next Friday. My mother is recovering well from her surgery of last Friday. The remodeling on my place is finished for the time being, which causes me no end of happiness.

I leave you with this odd remark overheard while playing trivia tonight: "Those Europeans smoke like fish."

I presume he was trying to say they smoke like chimneys and got it mixed up with "drink like fish". Or something.

Lovely thunderstorms tonight. I am thinking of somebody I'd really like to be sharing them with, and cursing the distance between us.

Hope everyone has plans for a good weekend.

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[[The Oracle would like to know if you've ever met a famous person you idolized, who turned out to be a complete dick.]]