I was awoken this morning by the phone. It was a rude man wanting to know if my sister was here. He said she did not leave her keys, and that he wasn't going to be able to take her car. I had little to no clue what he was talking about. But silly me, you need keys to take a car, and apparently, somebody was taking her car. I guess to work on it because it's had problems.

It's been a while since I posted. jh2media has been busy. We just finished a site for the British band Mudkicka. Go here: Mudkicka.

The weather here has been foul and icky. The forecast for the other day was "cold and dripping." It's like hardcore winter here. Well, our winter. Our winter is overcast, cold, and muddy. I'm sick of mud. It's getting harder to drive in my driveway.

Last night I watched this show with the sister of Scott Peterson. If you don't know, he was giving the death penalty earlier this week for killing his wife and unborn child. The sister believes he drowned his wife in their pool. He's at San Quinton now. San Quinton over looks the same bay that he dumped his wife in. He can look out his window 23 hours a day and see that bay, watch its waters churn and lope. Good for him.

I changed the strings on my fat strat the other day. I'm not happy with the strings that are on there now, D' Addario. The seem softer but hotter. They seemed more geared for a rock sound. I don't mind that for some things, but I can't seem to get the same warmth and "purdy" sounds I like out of strings. It's like the D' Addario strings are trying hard not to play the blues. Oh well, I'll get some strings when I can. I still need some strap locks.

I'm hungry. I'm going to go eat.

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