Blah blah piccolo piece blah blah whatever blah blah french fried nobody blah blah 2002-11-25 - 9:39 p.m.
Well, I at least did one interesting thing this afternoon. I found my last sharpened pencil and a sheet of ratty old staff paper, and communed with my muse, in the form of a piece for solo piccolo entitled, and don't you know it, "Homeslice the Dancing Mango". The title is much more wonderful than the composition, I assure you. I'm no composer. But I enjoy it. Especially thinking up titles. My orchestration piece had a section called "Song of the Squished Mango". I never said I wasn't a dork. However it remains to be seen whether or not I'm a humongous dork. Only time will tell.
I'm feeling kind of blah. Blah. Like walking on a balance beam. If that doesn't make sense then oh well. I replaced my supply of french fried onions (and I will not eat any more until my green bean casserole!) but there is still something missing. Not that there wasn't anything missing while I had the original french fried onions. Now I'm really babbling so I will shut up. Boredom and loneliness may cause babbling. Or further boringness.