woke, showered, blogged, went to work, came home. exciting. :)

when i pulled up, my landlord was using a leaf blower to clean the sidewalk in front of my house. this was fine, except that all the front wondows were open, so not only was there a crazy amount of noise inside, the dust was floating in. oh well, it could be worse: at least my landlord isn't a dick, like most Clifton Heights landlords.

i wasn't there long, as i had to get over to the final band practice for 80s Pop Rocks II, which is coming up on Friday. (I know the Toast is quite displeased about missing it. Sucks, we'll miss you there.) I loaded everything up in the jeep and traversed to Northside, where the Meadoe practice space is. We were playing there so we could run through it at a good volume, and since Rob (who's playing bass for me) is in Meadoe, he said we could use their space for the evening.

things went well, and we sounded great. rob really does the bass parts well, and david's got this quirky thing he's doing on the guitar that sounds great. plus, since the version i have sequenced doesn't have the siren sound or the phone dialing sounds, David is just doing those into a microphone. if you know david at all, you'll know that it's goddamn funny.

after running though it ten or so times, we decided that we know the song sufficiently for the show, and went our separate ways. when i got back home, andrea was watching The Ben Stiller Show, so i made her skip it back to where i was in the season, and we watched four or so episodes in a row while i played with her laptop, using the music brainz tagger to clean up her music some more. this way, when she listens to music, her audioscrobbler will log things nicely.

after that much ben stiller, we stopped it to watch something else. we decided on serial mom. turns out andrea knows nothing about john waters, so i may have to give her a crash course in the next couple weeks before she leaves.

after the film, we crashed.