Open Bar MMXIV^2: Solace of Quantum

[Doktor Howl]

Posting from phone in front of comp

Valid problem if you want me to keep up with the Waffle Iron comic.

Oh, I know.  I was just having a giggle at the idea of someone posting on a phone while they're in front of a computer.

[Nephew Twiddleton]

Look dude.

I don't complain about my lack of inspiration. It comes and it goes. Damned if I can remember the last time I played music with my hands, but pretty sure it was playing my secondary instrument. All I know is that my fingers are soft, and that bothers me.

I'd love to play every night. I'd love to womp every night. Sometimes it just doesn't happen. 21st Century problem, sure. But don't call me out on that on the same day that you're seemingly demanding a new comic, when I just can't bloody do it. Especially where I've never been one of those who demanded more LOBB or any of your other creative projects.

I've been busy, up until the last month, trying to keep up with school work, and neglecting my emotions in the meantime. Now I have the time and now have to deal with that bullshit, and the guilt that I've put it off. So, I've been spending the last month pretending I'm a blue alien with antennae. I haven't forgotten you. But I still gotta get my bloody head screwed on right, don't I? Especially where my future wife and I broke up recently and I'm trying to work on that too. So I feck off and drink shite whiskey and shoot some Borg. I think I've earned it. Just a little.

[Nephew Twiddleton]

Posting from phone in front of comp

Valid problem if you want me to keep up with the Waffle Iron comic.

Oh, I know.  I was just having a giggle at the idea of someone posting on a phone while they're in front of a computer.

Ah. Ok. It was a little frustrating for me to not have my main gadget working.

[Doktor Howl]

Um, I was just being a wiseass.

[Doktor Howl]

Think I better go for the night.

[Nephew Twiddleton]

Is all good boss.

[Nephew Twiddleton]

I think I needed to get that off of my chest anyway. My apparent avoidance of music and what not. Yeah, Anarchangel is on indefinite hiatus and Daniel is on tour without me because I have to stay put, but, I don;t have an excuse. My fingers should be shedding flesh right now.

[Nephew Twiddleton]

actually, going to make it a point to listen to Daniel right now. You can't be unhappy while listening to him.

[Nephew Twiddleton]

This is the song we always end with when I'm playing bass for him. It's one of my favorites and I push for it each time, with little resistance.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P2C-M7gc7YA

[Nephew Twiddleton]

Tie for my second favorite, differentiated by instruments:

Second favorite bass song:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wO3fvR3HUzM

Second favorite guitar song (Pretty damn metal):
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DTTN6wRUGCI

(nowadays I usually play bass on this too. It hurts like hell in my left forearm. When you're done listening to guitar, listen to the bass. I didn't play it on the album, but by god, that is the riff and I will play it.)

[Nephew Twiddleton]

Goes to use netflix for hangover.

Puts head on desk.

[Nephew Twiddleton]

What the shit is a TCP setting?

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

I'm back from a rather long day. Trying to decide whether I have the intellectual wherewithal to actually read and analyze two more papers that are basically over my head today.

Looking forward to a nice, brain-cleansing reading of Hell in a Dry Place.

(smarmy, condescending commercial voice-over voice, circa 1982)

What Nigel doesn't know is that we've replaced her normal, never ending 120 chapter monstrosity with a sucker-punch ending after only 7 chapters!  Will she be able to tell the difference?

I wish!

Here's what I'm reading today (hung over, why did I drink wine? I know better): Types of Relations Among Questions and Types of Order Effects.

You might be surprised to learn that this is not bringing me joy.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Look dude.

I don't complain about my lack of inspiration. It comes and it goes. Damned if I can remember the last time I played music with my hands, but pretty sure it was playing my secondary instrument. All I know is that my fingers are soft, and that bothers me.

I'd love to play every night. I'd love to womp every night. Sometimes it just doesn't happen. 21st Century problem, sure. But don't call me out on that on the same day that you're seemingly demanding a new comic, when I just can't bloody do it. Especially where I've never been one of those who demanded more LOBB or any of your other creative projects.

I've been busy, up until the last month, trying to keep up with school work, and neglecting my emotions in the meantime. Now I have the time and now have to deal with that bullshit, and the guilt that I've put it off. So, I've been spending the last month pretending I'm a blue alien with antennae. I haven't forgotten you. But I still gotta get my bloody head screwed on right, don't I? Especially where my future wife and I broke up recently and I'm trying to work on that too. So I feck off and drink shite whiskey and shoot some Borg. I think I've earned it. Just a little.

Suggestion: Drink less.

It makes EVERYTHING easier. School, love, work. Everything.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

I'm speaking from experience, BTW.