The sundry little things.

So mybloglog shows me individual readers, and is immune to the attacking internet robots, unlike my counter. I think I am going to leave the counter up, so that you can see the casualties of battle. What does it mean? I have to learn what the attacking internet robots motivations are. Only then could I truly defeat them, or use them to my advantage.

We had 23 unique readers yesterday.

I wonder what they thought about my revolution.

I wonder how crazy they believe I am.

After careful consideration, I am not that crazy. However I am still dealing with issues that resulted from the last two years, and trying to recover. So it is a journey.

Life goes on, and on and on, no matter what is going on with you. I try to get maximum satisfaction out of it, while still dealing with a number of issues. I suppose this is the same of everyone. My friend miles, who is really interesting on the drums, we jam well together, hooked up with this girl who plays a fiddle and violin and likes our stuff.

Really for truly. Me, who went crazy and didn't play guitar for three years, and barely remembers how to play now, was able to hold a rocking jam session together. I talked to the girl today, and her and I will get together, and I will play her acoustic. All I have right now is an electric that's missing a string that I fucking hate. My acoustic, the one I make good music on, is out of commission. I have to order pins and strings for it, maybe I could ask my dad to do that for me.

I have until January 3rd to get my guitar chops together to hopefully write some songs, miles won't be there so I won't have that beat. But I think it will be okay.