||[Feb. 18th, 2003|09:45 am]
One day ten years from now, I'm going to wake up, and I'll still be working at IBM... In the corner of Dinosaur Moonbase 3 will be a half-finished manuscript, and maybe a pile of video tapes. Yet another room will be filled with expensive audio equipment and a fancy computer.|
And suddenly I'll realize that despite all the junk I've managed to acquire, I didn't really make anything. I didn't do enough, and I've just been finding a way to pass the time before I die.
On that note, who's up for some crappy song-writing sometime this week?
You know, I was just talking to Darrell about something like this. He is thinking of quiting his job later this year and basically doing the vagabond life. I don't know how realistic it is, but damn it sounds like a good idea.
2003-02-18 08:39 am (UTC)
I'm down with being up for that!
I'm always up for crappy songwriting! **except during months that start with an F.
The one you wrote w/S. sounded pretty dang good though, so I doubt your down-ness with being up for the crappiness.
This tapemonkey is. That, along with getting piggy lovin up.
2003-02-18 09:51 am (UTC)
you've got 10 years before this'll dawn on you?
despite all your rage are you still just a rat in a cage?
2003-02-18 06:55 pm (UTC)
spiders in cages with rats who are really deranged
EXACTLY! Except for the rage and the rats.