March 29, 2003

In case you are wondering; the doctor got my uncle’s thumb back on after seven hours of surgery. He gave my uncle a 50 per cent chance of ever using that thumb to hitch hike again. Two thumbs up? Let us pray.

My sister went out to Southern California to see my brother and his family. I wish it was me. I wish I would have went. I was supposed to go out there last week to see the Lakers versus the Celtics at Staples Center with my brother but, alas, it was not meant to be. I was talking to my brother about the game. He said it was fun. He saw Adam Sandler, Jack Nicholson and, who is that guy who sits next to Jack Nicholson at the Lakers games? That is right, Thea. My brother saw Donald Sutherland. That’s the guy with the fishing hat and sunglasses, right? My sister went out to California to hang out it the sun. That sounds great on a gray day like today. I am imagining sunshine. Also, it is my brother’s wife birthday, so Happy Birthday Moe’s wife.

I had practice yesterday with Andrej and today with Dirt. Both deals are moving along. My body is aching because I am pushing so hard. My back is killing me. My wrists hurt. I feel like I have to push. I am making up for lost time. If I was born to rock, why did I spend so much time not rocking? I can’t answer that. I can just practice more. No thinking. Just doing.

I am going to watch the Cavs on television. And then I am going to flip back and forth between the Cavs and the Kings. Then I am just going to watch the Kings. And then I am going to bed. I need my sleep. I have practice tomorrow.

posted by Thea at 7:47 PM

March 27, 2003

I am working on no sleep so forgive me if none of this makes sense. I am at work. It is almost time to go home. I am going to play drums, eat, walk, read and go to sleep tonight. I am looking forward to the sleep. I am going to need it with all of the band practice I have on deck this weekend.

I want to say that if there is a better fruit than the banana, I do not want to know about it. I want nothing to interfere with my unbridled enthusiasm for the banana – the king of fruits.

I want to give big ups to Matt (ex Revelers, ex Sleepy Kid) of Viva Caramel! for the hilarious sign/t-shirt that he was wearing at the Beachland last night. It was an American flag. It said: :Try and Burn This One, Doug Niemczura!” Matt is a riot. He has made me laugh hardily and consistently for many years. He is damn funny. There are not too many damn funny people in this world. I want to give big ups to many more people who were at that show last night but this is not a rap record and I know how to monitor my shout outs.

However, I do have one last proper to give. Big ups to my Uncle Jim who cut his thumb off today while working on an air conditioner on top of some building in Akron, OH. The fan chopped his thumb off and he still had the presence of mind to grab his thumb and climb off the building. They are still trying to sew it back on now so please join me in giving that man – a damn man – big fucking ups. He is the man now dog.

posted by Thea at 4:04 PM

March 26, 2003

I am heading out to see Quazimodo and others at the Beachland. I can’t help but feel like it is an end of something. I want to say an era but it can’t be. Can it? I am bumming. Hard. My friend Doug, guitarist of Quazimodo, local scenester, hipster doofus and former fellow cub scout is bailing Ohio tomorrow for Texas. Does it suck? Oh my does it. It is the end of something. What? I don’t know. Maybe I will have a better idea after the night is over. Or tomorrow. Or a couple of months from now. I just keep thinking that when something ends, something else is starting. I feel like Buddhist riddler with this BLOG. I will talk to your later. When it makes more sense.

posted by Thea at 8:59 PM

March 25, 2003

It is halftime at Gund Arena. The Cavs are beating the Golden State Warriors by one. Since we have a few minutes, I thought it might be fun to have a quick quiz during the break in the action. The quiz question is: How sick am I? Was I sick enough that I left work in the middle of the day yesterday? Was I so sick that my knees were buckling while I waited for the bus? Was I so sick that I slept from three in the afternoon until six in the morning today? Was I so sick that I laughed out loud a couple of times today thinking about how sick I am? Was I so sick that I did not do any push ups or sit ups yesterday? Was I too sick to go on a power walk today or yesterday? Was my sickness so bad that I turned down free tickets to the Cavs game tonight? Was I so sick that I really passed up an opportunity to yell at Bobby Sura all night? What about my stomach? Am I still nauseous? Am I still dead tired? Am I going to crawl back into bed after BLOGGING? The answer to all of these questions is yes in one form or another. My stomach is getting sicker as I sit here. I am going back to bed. Pray for me – either to recover or die. I don’t care which – anything to end the suffering.

posted by Thea at 8:17 PM

March 23, 2003

The weekend is over. Shit. I did not get nearly what I wanted to get done done. Double shit. And I am as tired as hell. Triple shit. Translation: shit, shit, shit. I am riding a bummer because my cartoons are not on television. That would be quadruple shit but I don’t want to get ridiculous. I spent the weekend running around and playing drums. What a joy that is turning in to. I am starting to feel comfortable behind the drums for the first time in my life. That is nice. The next step is for me to get good. I am feeling like that might happen. That is also nice. Who would have thought that? Not me. I have nothing else tonight. I don’t feel like going to work tomorrow – or waking up. And the only reason that I feel like doing the Assholier than Thou Good Times Happy Friends Monday Morning Radio Show is because I feel like unloading for a couple of hours. It should be fun.

posted by Thea at 8:09 PM