Deedle Doot, Deedle Dee Doot

Last night I had a dream that I could play the banjo badass-style. I think its divine providence (or a subconcious desire fighting to surface), but I need to get me one of these finger-pickin blue-grassin wonder machines.

Christmastastic!

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Hey, that Christmas thing was fun.

1. I got to use every form of public transportation sans ferry / zipcord. I started on the bus to San Jose and hopped on a train to San Francisco. From there, I took the light rail (Muni) to the BART station and met my sister at Embarcadero. We raced into the night to Concord, where we reached our almost final destination of the night. Turkey Dinner 001 commenced, and the general revelation of my relatives that I was now 21 when I poured myself champagne.

2. Trip to Mother's. Uneventful.

3. Christmas Morning. The usual: cofee and cheap, packaged cinnamon rolls that are wonderful. I eat them once a year, every year on Christmas. Gifts unwrapped.
The unusual: Mother's new boyfriend arrives to partake in holiday frivolity. She hasn't had one for a while. Glad to see it. Like the guy, like his slight speach impediment (stutters a bit when he's nervous).

4. Trip Back to Santa Cruz. Also unneventful, if you disregard the rainstorm and high velocity winds that tried to smash us on the cliff face next to Highway 1 during the night.

I need a new guitar now.

Experimenting with Bits

I'm going to try my hand at blogging. See what all the hype is about. Estrange friends and family without actually talking to them.

I fell off the face of the planet. I have a job and go to school. I also get tired easily cause I'm an introvert and all the peoples freak me out! So I'll see if I can document what goes on for the benefit of me familiars. I need a camera to add pictures though. Any thoughts?