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Friday, July 2   >>


Why are prices for day-old muffins marked down? They are *so* much more crunchier and delicious than fresh ones. I feel like I'm cheating the cafe I go to every morning because I only buy their day-old goodies.

At first the girl at the counter thought I was just saving money. But then I told her to try the day-olds and compare them to fresh ones. She saw the light; I had converted her.

She is now my wife.


Some of you dorks who follow me on Twitter have heard me talk a lot about #WONDAYS. I'll explain. And, no, it's not a day where my friends and I get high.

That's Monday! HA!

#WONDAYS: You might remember last year my circle of mentally deficient friends became obsessed with bowling. It got intense to the point where we were gambling. We were almost as bad as the AZNs in the lanes next to us! The only difference was that they played with much more money and have much smaller dicks.

Anyway, the gambling got out of hand, we were running out of money, and after one of our friends committed suicide from stepping over the foul line, we stopped bowling.

So we turned our Monday bowling night into "International Mondays: Traveling the World By Cuisine" some months ago. We became novice foodies trying out a new restaurant every week (we can't seem to escape Japanese food every other week though.)

Mondays became a scheduling nightmare, so all of us managed to work Wednesday nights out. So we took the "W" from Wednesday and tacked it on Monday because we're stupid like that.

Thus became #WONDAYS.


For the record, yesterday's post has nothing to do with my current project.

In fact, it's the opposite: Everyone agreed the first day we met about this being "our music."

I even got a weird call earlier this week.
AUXILIARY PERCS PLAYER: I'm meeting with [Singer] on Thursday.

HUGO: You're already dating a band member? You're not supposed to do that.

AP PLAYER: No. We're meeting up to write vocals.

HUGO: Oh. Um. Wow. ...Cool. ...Thanks?

AP PLAYER: I guess?
What's weird is that past "commercial" projects of mine had very organic rehearsals and meetups. This time I'm just sending out instrumental demos by email and having people work on their parts.

Virtual rehearsals. For a non-commercial project. The irony.

Even more ironic that it's actually working.
THE PHIL: You should schedule time with a studio to record this EP.

HUGO: Already? The songs are not even done yet.

THE PHIL: Do you want to get this done by [month]?

HUGO: Yes.

THE PHIL: Real deadlines have dates. Stop hoping for it. Book a weekend at a studio and get us ready for those sessions.
Clarity. Maybe that's what I've needed this whole time.