The old tomato fake
While waiting for a stone to pass, I don’t sleep soundly. Found myself at some unspeakable hour, searching for the best price on a ten foot section of steel pipe. Has nothing to do with the stone, I hope. And no, I didn’t find what I wanted. Given that today is a civic holiday, there was no chance to impulse shop; that will have to wait for tomorrow, maybe.
We’re trying to pick the best date for a short road trip. Squeeze it in before the snow starts. Puts some pressure on me to get the car serviced and the tires swapped. Not today, not tomorrow, soon. I could do some of the stuff myself, but why take the chance when there is a sane solution just up the road.
I tried to make sense of MIDI with two different interface options this afternoon. I come from the old school, using In/Out/Thru and five pin cables. That still exists, but there’s a new USB option out there. Some of my gear supports both. After an hour or so of trying to make A talk to B, I decided to take a rest. Such things can wait. Besides, I’m still short a cable order, and once all the pieces are here the magic might take over. Right?
The dog was convinced, at suppertime, that he should share. Took me three tries to fake him out with a small piece of tomato (smothered in dressing). I guess he’s not truly a vegetarian, and just wanted to bind with the pack leader. I am the pack leader. Right?
