misc

nepenthe01, canongrrl and I visited mrzero and atalanta on Saturday night. You can't go wrong with that crowd, but even with such exceptional bandmates, I've failed to convert to Rock Bandism. I'll admit that mauling vocal tracks was more satisfying than faux guitar. Even so, all through my Thom Yorke belting and Beastie Boys screaming, my mind's eye saw sirendipity sternly shaking her head, so I felt a little guilty.

Work continues to be uncommonly good. Follow-up experiments keep supporting our proposed process changes, and we're working with very pleasant folks in other companies to implement our packaging and shipping ideas. It's not all gravy, though: I wish I could invent something with which to squeeze money out of venture capitalists faster.

After learning that the Olds sat largely untouched for two weeks, I gave my mechanic an April 14th drop-dead date. I've lined up another shop to take over, should this gentleman fail to finish the job.