Welcome To The Complete Fucking Meltdown
“Superman where are you now,Â
when every thing’s gone wrong somehow.
The men of steel,Â
men of power,Â
Are loosing control by the hour.”
— Genesis, Land of Confusion
I started to make a long post about the World economic situation. Â I deleted it – I can sum it up quickly: Â The US is a bit screwed, but, almost the entire rest of the world is FUCKED now. Â Fucked right up the ass with a $800 Billion Euro bill. Â Sideways. Â Without benefit of lube.
The next two years are gonna get reeeeeeeally interesting to see how this all shakes out. Â The US gets another revolution in our government policies (think FDR sort of revolution, where the function of the government changed considerably), and the rest of the world… hell, I can’t even imagine now.
Damnit People, Make Up Your Mind
Ok, so, when I last updated about this customer, they had broken a project down into pieces that, well… kept costing themselves more money. Â OK, so that happens.
THEN they changed the plan a bit again – this time without telling me first. Â They dropped the proposed cost for PreVersion 1 and just made PreVersion 1 be a limited Version 1 so there was no need to changes between PreV1 and V1. Â Following so far? Â This means I get a check, and it’s short by $400 of what I had planned on. Â Uh? Â Fuck?
The schedule has changed multiple times. Â Sometimes closer, sometimes further (MY schedule I quoted, on the other hand, is just fine – I put my schedule close enough timeframe wise that if they went weird, I was still covered. Â And I still am.)
Fine. Â So I don’t make as much. Â *SIGH*
So I get another email today… the plan has changed AGAIN apparently. Â PreV1 is based on the (minimized) V1 plan, but V1 is now a TOTAL REWRITE.
WHAT?! Â THE?! Â FUCK?!
Yeah, they know it’s gotta be re-quoted based on a new design as soon as PreV1 is completed, and they want work to start on it ASAP when PreV1 is completed. Â Good god people. Â Look, would you all just hand me your checkbook and get this over with already?
Meanwhile, I’m still $800 (total) short on my financial plan for the short term. Â GRRRRRrrrr….
Drums Rock
Well, I’ve beaten Rock Bands drumming game on Medium now. Â I can only play for so long (well, I can only play so long on that machine anyway – the DVD drive has problems, and it crashes if you play too long) because I end up with blisters between my fingers, and I gotta let ’em heal for a day before I can play again (thank goodness for being a fast healer 🙂
Drums are the most bizarre musical experience I’ve ever had. Â I always took drums for granted – yeah, they set the beat and a lot of the tone of the song, but, I never played ’em. Â And well, I don’t nessisarilly have the best sense of rhythm anyway (er, well, its a shitload better now.)
Now I understand ’em a lot better. Â Kinda interesting too – I’m surprised how much I fully enjoy ’em. Â I don’t look like Animal playing anymore – UNLESS I’m playing a song by The Who. Â Then it’s like… nessisary to play it that way. Â Just feels right 🙂
I wish I had the time to actually study the terminology and theory behind percussion. Â Maybe someday. Â What I do wish Rock Band had was some sort of “free play” mode where I could just set a tempo, and play with ’em to take what I’ve learned in the game and see how well it applies to actually playing ’em. Â That would be like mega cool.
There was only one really hard song for me in Rock Band on medium – “Green Grass and High Tides”. Â It’s a 1-2 beat with a kick on the one. Â The first third of the song, no problem. Â The tempo kicks up a bit, and it’s 6 straight minutes of 1-2 beat with some minor interruptions (the whole song is 9 1/2 minutes long). Â A serious aerobic workout by the time I’d inevitably fail it at about 85% done.
And of course I’m fascinated once again about how the brain starts re-writing parts concerning coordination because of a new concept. Â I’m hitting the high-hat in perfect tempo – it’s like breathing. Â There’s no actual thought concerning it, and it’s fast enough that if I DO start thinking about the high hat beat and trying to control it, I’ll start failing the song fast (guitar on Rock Band you can “cheese” your way through a lot. Â The drums on a lot of songs you can fail it within seconds when you drop the beat.) Â The only thing I’m controlling is when I see an exception to the beat on the screen. Â About the first four times I see something “new” happen, I’ll have problems with it. Then the brain adjusts, and I’ve learned a new beat or exception (Ok, blues rhythm threw me for a loop the first time I tried it. Â Way different than every other beat I had tried. A second run of the song, and I was fine already.)
I still have some minor problems with the kick – if it’s a kick that’s completely off beat, it throws me off, though that’s getting better too.
I wonder though – martial arts, for instance, changes the way you think and react to things. Â If I’ve learned to disconnect all four appendages from each other and run ’em all on autopilot, wonder how that affects the thinking process? Â Could this be the reason why the drummer in just about every band is a little… off kelter?Â
Lonely Again
Walked out this morning, dont believe what I saw
Hundred billion bottles washed up on the shore
Seems Im not alone at being alone
Hundred billion castaways, looking for a home
— The Police, Message In A Bottle
The only thing more lonely than being alone is having someone tell you they miss you, and still be alone. Â I got a txt (well, multiple txt’s) from Tammy the other morning. Â We haven’t been chatting as much as we usually do lately. Â The first message was “I miss you”, then some various complements, an update on her life, and some I love you’s. Â I was asleep when she sent ’em and didn’t see ’em until I woke up in the morning.
That’s like a real sweet and sad way to wake up in the morning. Â Having someone tell you they miss you and love you is, well, one of the best feelings a person can ever have in the world. Â Knowing it’s from a situation where things probably won’t change is sad.
We went out for Chinese that night (holy shit, we both sat there and ate four plates of food each. Â Considering Tammy isn’t a big girl, I can’t figure out where she stuffed it. Â Must a’ been in her bust line – that’s the only place she’s got room for that much stuff.) It ended up just reminding me how much that whole situation twists me up. Â
We flirt around a lot, but there are times were we do seriously discuss “us”. Â And we did for a short bit, then moved back into reality again. Â Heck, something could happen between us someday, but, I doubt it. Â We both have our own individual fears and problems that keep it from becoming a reality, even if we both sometimes look at each other and say “Ya know, this could be a happy situation.” Â *SHRUG*
The pitiful part is, man… I feel that “void” inside. Â You know, the one that most people experience when their significant other is away. Â And it will fade over time if we spend enough time apart. Â On the other hand, I can’t help but smile too – even with the reality as fucked up as it is, it really is nice to miss someone that way 🙂