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Post by epaul on Mar 12, 2024 17:25:13 GMT -5
It's a "take me now, Lord! I have climbed the mountain!" solo for trombonists.
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Post by epaul on Mar 12, 2024 16:17:39 GMT -5
Morning!
Good Afternoon!
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Post by epaul on Mar 11, 2024 10:52:49 GMT -5
Extremely nice March 11th. Projections call for a high of 60F, just shy of the record for this date of 63F set in 2016. This [projected] warm, sunny week should put a welcome end to the mud season and I'll no longer have to wash Casper's feet in a soapy bucket after every walk, a task we both could do without.
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Post by epaul on Mar 10, 2024 20:15:04 GMT -5
Yes, they did. By one point. And one of my musical kids, the lead, had a big game, scoring 18 points!
Wednesday night they play Fertile/Beltrami for the West Section Championship. They are two games away from a trip to State.
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Post by epaul on Mar 10, 2024 19:23:31 GMT -5
That's what it was. Very tasty! I had it as a Blizzard er...Concrete Mixer.
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Post by epaul on Mar 10, 2024 18:43:00 GMT -5
A sunny nice day up here, as well. So I took a little Sunday drive over to Culver's and had their Chocolate Dutch Cake something or other flavor of the Grand Forks Day. And I got their three breaded shimp for $3.29 deal to set the stage.
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Post by epaul on Mar 10, 2024 18:32:52 GMT -5
I should mention that I am a trombone player and, as such, don't use cables or amplification. Nasty, noisy, bothers, the lot of them.
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Post by epaul on Mar 10, 2024 18:24:34 GMT -5
Guessing time.
I am going to guess that for some reason the cable plug was not seated fully/properly into the guitar's endpin socket. Maybe the player didn't seat it properly, maybe some kind of strange interface issue, or, possibly, aliens.
But, it wasn't the cable or the rehearsal amp as both worked fine with the other guitar. And it wasn't the Alvarez pickup as it worked just fine at the other guy's home. So, somehow, for some reason, the plug wasn't seated right...
Or it was aliens. They are nothing but immature trouble makers, tipping cows and messing with wheat fields. There is no hope in looking to those irresponsible bastards for anything remotely useful.
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Post by epaul on Mar 10, 2024 12:11:37 GMT -5
One of two days I know how many clocks I have.
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Post by epaul on Mar 9, 2024 22:10:53 GMT -5
Sister Wendy.
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Post by epaul on Mar 9, 2024 21:54:11 GMT -5
When I saw the Mona Lisa I was flabbergasted. It was a tiny little thing in the center of a big room, a postage stamp of a painting. Not worth the line... and the line was short. But, I did see it.
Not surprisingly, I liked best the large paintings with scope, detail, and naked river nymphs a frolicking. I have simple tastes.
But, the ones that amazed were the impressionists and post-impressionists. I was familiar with them from my art classes, so I knew them all. But I didn't know them at all. It's one thing to see a nice pretty print in nice pretty book, but to see these paintings live...
up close they are just a mess of paint globs, a smear of colors and blobs, but as you back away, they gradually become to be. How those artists could smear those thick globs of paint on a canvas knowing they would come together to create the step-away vision they did was a wonderment to me.
Art is a mystery to me. Drawing a simple duck that looks like a duck is a mystery to me. Anything beyond stick figures is a mystery to me. There are a lot of things that are a mystery to me.
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Post by epaul on Mar 9, 2024 14:54:11 GMT -5
I would have kept my Taylor 314... and not bought the six that followed it.
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Post by epaul on Mar 9, 2024 11:34:29 GMT -5
Today I start my first batch of tomatoes.
Tonight I go up to the Englestad Arena in TRF and root for the Ponies against the number one seed Red Lake County Rebels.
Then I rest.
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Post by epaul on Mar 9, 2024 1:27:16 GMT -5
Not AP's fault exactly, but not much of a story.
Some of the 12 hospitalized for frostbite were at the game? So, how many was that? Two? Four? Six? More? Less?
And of that unknown number, what was the severity of the injury? A hand? A foot? A fingertip? Part of a toe?
Big deal? Little deal?
If AP decides to run a teaser story like this, I hope they do a follow up with the details needed to make the story worthwhile. If the story is "the low temperatures in KC caused injuries at the game", then what is the story? How many were injured? What were their injuries?
(and did the frostbitten fans' behavior contribute to the issue, i.e. how were they dressed? were they drunk? painted and shirtless? Was the NFL irresponsible or were the injured fans irresponsible?)
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Post by epaul on Mar 8, 2024 20:47:42 GMT -5
Resident Alien. Syfy network. First two seasons now on Netflix.
I won't use the word "best". I will use the word "enjoyed", as in, I have enjoyed this show more than any other TV series I have watched this year. I haven't watched that many TV series this year, but this one is at the top. It is a hoot. It is fun, clever, and at times funny as hell, but it is a natural, un-forced, funny arising naturally out of the characters and the situations they find themselves in... and there is no predictable and incredibly irritating sitcom laughtrack. (I no longer have any patience for sitcoms, can't sit through them any more).
Charlene and I raced through the first two seasons. And I am now saddened that I have to wait for an undetermined period before Netflix gets season three (though, while I wait, hope, and most certainly will watch, I have a sneaky suspicion that the show won't be able to maintain the charm and fun of the first two seasons).
The show is about an alien stranded on earth who assumes human form and attempts to blend in, and oh my goodness, are those attempts something to watch and enjoy. The alien is played by Alan Tudyk, and he is flat out funnier than hell (and the show rolls with his wonderful ad libs. He was apparently given a good deal of freedom with role). Alan Tudyk is a pro's pro. He is so good. The rest of the cast is wonderful, as well.
Charlene clicked on the show when we were looking for something to watch with popcorn on a Saturday night. After the first five-ten minutes or so, I said, "turn this stupid thing off, it's too damn dumb". Thank goodness she didn't, because after that first ten minutes or so, I got hooked (maybe 15, it really does appear as a really dumb show at first, until you realize just how wonderful that dumbness is).
Resident Alien has elements of "Chuck" and "Northern Exposure" to it. Funny, charming, warm, clever and no dumbass laugh track. On Netflix.
I have done my duty.
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Post by epaul on Mar 8, 2024 15:12:57 GMT -5
A favorite of our trombone section in city band:
How many conductors does it take to change a light bulb?
No one knows as no one is ever watching.
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Post by epaul on Mar 8, 2024 15:06:45 GMT -5
I've heard that about trombone players. But, not as a joke, just a statement of observable fact.
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Post by epaul on Mar 8, 2024 13:16:02 GMT -5
It is High School Basketball Tournament Time.
My school, the Marshall County Freeze (Newfolden Nordics when I was there), lost, but my adopted school, Warren/Alvarado/Oslo, knocked off the #2 seed. Yea! So, I will be going to another tournament game this Saturday.
Once you reach the quarter-finals (held in a nice, large, and comfy arena) these games become akin to county fairs in that you see an awful lot of people you know and enjoy but just don't run across very often, except at country fairs (and various fall festivals).
GO PONIES!
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Post by epaul on Mar 7, 2024 19:45:59 GMT -5
Put a 400 lb bike all the way on its side and try picking it up. Then imagine being in full riding gear, maybe some extra supplies on your bike, being in the mud, and lifting your bike up as the wheels are slipping out from under it... Why the hell imagine that? If I'm imagining, when I put my bike on its side, four lovely women in skimpy bathing suits jump out of the bushes and lift my bike for me. Then we have a picnic and play splashy in the brook.
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Post by epaul on Mar 7, 2024 9:35:52 GMT -5
Bright and sunny. I do believe Spring is getting ready to leap.
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