Party??? (Blog 297)

To start the morning off, me and my dad went food shopping. ‘But it’s my dad and I’. No, no. That suggests he’s more important than me. I’m still annoyed at him for leaving for my niece’s party without me a few days ago, but I guess I will finally be celebrating, today. Whilst shopping, I also got snacks/meals for tomorrow, as I’m getting a call from the doctor ‘at some point in the afternoon’. Judging by past experiences, that could mean the morning as well, meaning I’d never know when it’s ok to leave the house to get food. Remember when I said I was worried a doctor’s appointment would be a psych appointment, and it turned out to be a routine physical health checkup? When tomorrow’s call WILL be a psych checkup. As explained I always hate those, but I’m sure I’ll be fine. I’m sure there are people out there who are far worse than me, so let’s focus on them. :S

Later on, I spent a lot of the day dreaming about RPG makers. A few years ago, I wrote a very fitting piece of game music using dreamy harmonies and melodies. At first it was written for a music sharing website, but no one wanted it. Not to worry, a couple of years or so later when I was doing voluntary work in a care home for people with learning disabilities, my employers wanted some dance music from me when I said I studied composition at university. My music was indeed used as dance music for a short while, but the fantasy piece I composed was in three bars of 5/8 and one bar of 6/8. (You could call that 21/8, if you like to complicate things). My point is, try dancing to that. Naturally it wasn’t used for very long. Now all these years later, I may just have a use for it. Maybe fantasising about fantasy is a particularly severe form of worldly detachment, but it makes me happy.

Later on, I saw sense and started to write this blog. I have to be honest, the start of this day wasn’t TOO productive, but sometimes people need time to recharge their batteries by wondering what the right music is appropriate for a journey finding a long lost spoon. I think the epic approach is best. I have written more lighthearted music, but those of you who read the interview on the RPG matter will know it’s actually a tale of loss and sadness. I’m wondering if there’s a way to upload my RPG to this site when it’s finished, but I doubt it. If I could, I could call my fantasy creation ‘work’ which is a nice thought, but deep down I know my efforts are kinda dumb.

On another matter, my music reviewing boss said the staff website for posting articles wasn’t working properly, and I decided I wanted to see for myself. It’s not that I don’t trust her, I was just wondering exactly what was happening. Ok, ok, maybe the website was down because of a cookie error or something. Do you get cookie errors? If not, that shows how much I know about computers. Oh great, you can get cookie errors. I still don’t know what they are though, and Google Pictures just shows cookies which isn’t helping. Anyway, when I visited the site, I got a message that lasted a split second saying ‘Warning…’ followed by a few sentences, that unsurprisingly, I couldn’t read in time. What? What was the warning? That’s a good way to make someone seriously paranoid. :S

A fair amount of time passes…

The party is over! Well, really it was more of a relaxed get together with my dad, my brother, his wife and my mini niece and nephew. A bit of a weird party/whatever without the older birthday girl turning up, but I guess she has a life of her own. That’s a difficult concept for me as I don’t. However, with a certain amount of effort I can get my head around it. So… there’s this person who has more than one thing that’s possible for her to do?… Wow. Tough one. But I think I’ve got it. Two is more than one, and… hang on. No, I’ve lost it. As always, my brother showed me videos of people falling over in dirt bike races, and my hyperactive dog had to be constantly monitored, but today, we also kicked a ball about for a bit! I was curious about my nephew’s banana and strawberry crisps, but even though he liked them… well they sound wrong, doesn’t they?

Yep, one paragraph. That’s all I have to say, so let’s have a joke: How did the Concorde kill the hedgehog? With a Sonic boom. Bye!