When rehearsing a woodwind trio in a room with no air circulation, one is going to become lightheaded. So that means all the previous practice with one's incredibly offensive and odious metronome was for naught. Naught, I say!

I hate metronomes.

But do you know what's worse than metronomes? "Dr. Beat". Those are little metronome doohickeys that will not only play the beat you want, they will play subdivisions of the beat. If there is a band geek out there that has not been terrorized in their lifetime by a "Dr. Beat" hooked up to a "Long Ranger" (a thingie that makes the "Dr. Beat" extra loud and torturous over a large area, like say, a football field), I would like to meet them and bestow chocolate chip mush upon them (I have a whole bagful left!) for being such a lucky bastard. Yes.

So the point is, I hate metronomes, and I'm feeling really woozy right now. I also got back my ethnomusicology paper today. B+. What the bloody Detroit is up with that? I handed in a draft of the paper a week before the damn thing was due- and when the professor gave it back, he wrote "just fix a few minor things" and that was that. I fixed the minor things. To me, fixing minor things means a subsequent grade of A. :-P

But I did go to my friendly neighborhood non-Eckerd store this morning. Do you know what I bought? Chocolate and Spam. Let the Halloween festivities begin!

I also went to MickeyD's in search of a delectable McGriddle. Mmmm.

It might be naptime before orchestra begins its scheduled butchering of Elgar. I wonder, if I donate my metronome to the violists, will they learn how to play in time? Ever? I'm not sure, but I think good violists go to Canada for college. Either that or Mars. Who knows.

Yeah. Happy Hump Day everyone. :)

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