peacenin posted:Sup Prowlman? Ever get that NIN boot mix up and running? I wuzza curious ..
I like the word .. GiGgin' ..
I love words that start with gig... Gigging, gigantic, gigolo, giggity...
And no, All That There Ever Was still didn't work last time I tried it a while ago. All the other stuff on it loaded just fine except for that and one Priest album. I don't know what the problem was
Xanthe posted:
I'm
always hunting booty
Joan Cootes posted:The_Prowler posted:angelhalo posted:Hi Prowlman!
*waves*
Hi there!
*Waves back*
Joan Cootes posted:Hi Prowler!

My weekend was fairly quiet, but pretty productive. Did housework (YUK!!), walked the dog, worked on my current project (a throw rug, quite pretty), made a batch of apple and cinnamon muffins (I cheat and use packet mix), watched a bit of television (Doctor Who of course!!!!), listened to some music.
At least it was somewhat productive, if nothing else
No gigs... No Open Mic... No friends... I don't know what the fuck I'm going to do this week
Who wants to come out and visit?

I would if I could, but I can't afford the plane ticket....

Boo! That sucks
So last night was... Interesting. It had its ups and downs. The downs started at 8.30 when I called Pat to see where the hell he and Adam (the bass player) were, and he told me that Adam wouldn't get off work until 9 and that we were starting late. We had no sound man, so he and I had to set everything up from scratch, and we ended up playing for four hours for only $35 each. But we worked our asses off for that money!
Our buddy Adam is a hell of a bass player, so he was able to immediately work with whatever Pat threw at him, and he ended up playing circles around us most of the night. But Adam suggested just as many songs as Pat (after my eighth suggestion was ignored, I just decidd to keep my face shut), and he's a big reggae fan. So you know what that means?
A loooooooooooooooot of Bob fucking Marley

I hate reggae. I really fucking hate it. Pat says it's only because I suck at playing it (which I do), but he just doesn't understand that I've
always hated it even long before I ever started playing drums. But I made a deal with him last night... I'll play the Marley tunes as long as we didn't play goddamn I'm Yours, and he agreed.
We still played that fucking song, and I about punched him in the back of his head
But my friend Kristina got to come out for the first set, so I was happy about that

Unfortunately she had to leave earlier than she wanted because she was very tired from work and she had a Doctor's appointment this morning she had to go to. But she promised she'd come out and see the Buckets whenever she can
Eh, it was an okay gig all in all, I guess
How are all of you wonderful NINnies doing?