|Hurl the flapjacks, Wanda
||[Aug. 31st, 2003|02:42 pm]
Spent the past few days working on a song.|
You see, there's this contest, here: http://www.bluemic.com/contest/index.html
And we just found out about it a few days ago. Basically, you have to record a song using 10 words from a list of 25. The 10 best entries get submitted to Dr. Demento, who then picks the best 3. If you win, you get a bad-ass microphone. But it's more the challenge of it than anything that appealed to us.
So the gears started churning, and we eventually came up with the idea for a sea chantey called "Hurl the Flapjacks, Wanda". I could go into the painstaking process of trying to sing, trying to use the words in the song, and so forth, but instead I'll just link to the finished product:
That's Kareem on vocals, me as the whiny bystander, and Dave, Eric and I as the background chorus. Dave did the lion's share of the work, playing the accordion, playing the banjo, and doing all the editing. Eric, Mindy, Brendan, Dave, Jenn, Kristin and I wrote the lyrics. Mindy and I figured out the inital tune, I believe.
So it had to be postmarked by today. Dave and I finished the final version of the song around 3AM last night, and decided to go ahead and resolve the shipping issue before going to sleep. It turns out that NO ONE will accept a package on Sunday... not UPS, FedEX, Airborne Express or the Post Office. We got a false tip that said that since Kinkos has its own postal meter, you could get it postmarked by them on a Sunday. The first Kinkos was closed, and at the second one, the guy said that their meter was broken, and even if it wasn't, he'd have to postmark it for the 2nd.
We went back to the moonbase to regroup. Among the more hairbrained schemes we came up with and rejected:
- The post office in Kleene, TX is open on Sundays. The town is predominantly Seventh Day Adventist, and their sabbath day is Saturday. Summarily, lots of stuff is closed Saturday, and open Sunday, including the post office. We thought about finding someone via livejournal who lived in Kleene, IMing them, and convincing them to submit our entry for us (after burning the mp3 to CD and printing out our entry form).
- The entry is being mailed to a PO box in Agoura Hills, CA. This is about 30 minutes away from LA. We could get Cha-chee to take the entry to the post office and stake out the PO box until someone checks the mail on Tuesday. Then he could hand the entry to them.
But ultimately, our solution was a *little* less crazy. Stamps.com is a way to print your own postage and shipping labels. I signed up for the no-risk trial membership, downloaded the application, and printed a shipping label with today's date. The program warned me twice that labels have to be postmarked for the day they will be picked up, and that nothing will be picked up until the 2nd, but it let me print out the label anyways. Once that was done, I drove to a post office and dropped the entry in a metered mail box.
I figure the chances are pretty good that our postmark will hold. Basically, I'm counting on government employee laziness and general apathy to work for us.
So how do I feel about the finished product? It's not perfect, but for the time we had to do it, and the strange requirements of the contest, I'm very pleased. Plus, this is at least a step in the right direction.
So yeah, I finally went to sleep at 5:00. Tonight is game night (6pm, folks), and tomorrow is hiking the greenbelt.