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Age doesn't matter. Only thing that matters is whether or not you're still young enough to get down on the carpet and help your kid play with plastic fire trucks. :D (And toy rats. What is it with the rats?) Which I am. So everything's cool.
Quiet night. I guess people can drown me in alcohol at the weekend, if they want.
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[27 Sep 2007|07:46pm] |
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Generator - the Holloways |
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*listening to his iPod as loud as it'll go*
*frees up one ear, presses the buzzer, and waits*
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[30 Aug 2007|05:53pm] |
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Uh.
Singing in front of people and playing the guitar and stuff = okay.
Running my mouth off to people one-on-one when they want to know things about what's the best piano for them or whatever = okay.
Wedding speech = keeping me up nights.
Eh. Well at least I'll look good when I make an ass of myself Saturday. ;) Jeff's going to look pretty amazing. Elaine's not seen it yet, she's kind of going crazy. (We'll never get his hair to stay flat. Like a little Jim Morrison in a stolen suit.)
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[25 Aug 2007|08:52pm] |
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PEOPLE! |
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*passed VERY DRUNK a good while ago*
WHOSE ROUND?
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[19 Aug 2007|01:42pm] |
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kazoo-noises |
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HELP. It's worse than that puck thing everybody was hooked on a few years back. Can't eat can't sleep can't think. This is ALL.
I gave Jeff a kazoo to lure him away from drumming, but I think it was probably a stupid idea.
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[27 Jun 2007|03:03pm] |
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Clearing out some cupboards last night, and I found BURIED TREASURE.
There. Have a good laugh on me. Happy Wednesday!
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[30 Apr 2007|05:42pm] |
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*in the kitchen, unloading the dishwasher, whistling Nessun Dorma very loudly and tunefully while Jeff 'sings' along and bangs a wooden spoon on stuff*
It's not rock 'n' roll, kiddo, we don't need drums.
*is hit with the spoon*
OW! XD
*goes on whistling*
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[06 Apr 2007|05:28pm] |
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City of Delusion - Muse |
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Dear April,
Please do not kick our asses this year, especially Aidan's, because, big ugly fucker or not, he is still my baby brother.
Love,
Ciaran McCloy
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Sometimes I wish we'd never expanded to selling records, because now that's all people seem to come in the shop for, but 'The Vinyl Frontier' was too cool to ignore. I'm impressed we lasted so long. It's like having a girlie hairdressing place called 'Curl Up And Dye' or a bowling store called 'Blue Balls'. Just had to be done. And it's cool, I like the nerds who come in and weep when they find whatever rare disc they've been looking for since 1973 (strange kind of fellow-nerd kinship), and it's a good use of our space, and, hey, a dollar is a dollar! Still, I wish the nerds would occasionally, y'know, BUY A GRAND PIANO. Or something. Not likely, though. Too many deleted discs and inflatable girlfriends, too little cash.
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( Email to Aidan, Adam and Will )
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[26 Feb 2007|05:57pm] |
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One of us got hair that will lie flat if you work at it.
One of us got brains.
Good job, genetics!
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[08 Jan 2007|05:54pm] |
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Thank god he's chucked away the drumsticks. SUCCESS! We got him a little toy keyboard for Christmas, he's banging away at that all day and night. No less annoying, but at least this passion can go somewhere. ;)
Shouldn't have bothered getting him anything at all, he's more interested in the wrapping anyway. He's a little bastard, too. Elaine was off in the shower and he hid inside a box full of crumpled paper so I couldn't find him. NOT FUNNY. It was, a bit, after. Not during.
I like babies. :D Want more, but it's not MY womb doing all the work, so...
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[01 Sep 2006|02:14pm] |
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clatter crash bang whack |
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SOME VERY DISTRESSING THINGS HAVE HAPPENED.
1. Jeff Vader is monstrously huge. He no longer fits in his Vader suit. He is no longer Jeff Vader. He is Jeff Not-Vader.
2. Jeff Not-Vader has stolen some drumsticks from the shop and keeps hitting things with them. Tables. Windows. Me. I always planned to spawn a brood of musicians. Instead, I have spawned a drummer.
WHY? WHY?
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[21 Oct 2005|09:30pm] |
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THAT'S JEFF VADER |
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MY CHILD IS COOLER THAN YOUR CHILD.
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[30 Sep 2005|08:57pm] |
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me and Jeff! |
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Jeff likes: Hawksley, Rufus, Janis, Morrissey.
Jeff does not like: Muse. :( Unless the screaming was him trying to harmonize...
*playing bits of songs on the guitar, trying to make him giggle again, waiting for Aidan*
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[26 Aug 2005|08:02pm] |
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*buzzes*
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[27 Jul 2005|06:05pm] |
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Jeff laughing |
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Stinky salty dripping dog!
Happy baby!
Beautiful wife!
LIFE IS GOOD.
(Elaine - let's stay forever.)
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[23 Jun 2005|11:39am] |
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Sunny Afternoon - the Kinks |
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Rosie touched the $16,000.
I hovered nervously.
But she was good, and I started to breathe again. ;)
ANYWAY, while we're on the subject of music, I've got emails to go out.
( Emails to Aidan and Will )
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[13 Apr 2005|10:47am] |
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Running to Stand Still - U2 |
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So. Maaaybe it's just what happens when a bunch of guys pushing middle-age get together regularly in a bar with an open stage.
But.
Thinking something possibly-crazy. XD
I'm not too shabby on guitar and piano. Will, same on piano. Aidan, guitar. But he's not allowed to sing, I can do that.
Guess we just need a drummer.
I'm so amused. First stages of mid-life crises, right here...
Also, I want another tattoo.
Elaine? Would you kill me?
AIDAN, you're coming with me.
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[04 Apr 2005|12:02pm] |
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Take Your Mama - Scissor Sisters (stuck in my head, thanks) |
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God. So glad we've got a while yet before we've to get so worked up as Will. ;)
Nothing much to report. Jeff's settled down a bit. (Weird - I can hardly remember what it was like without him. Maybe not so weird. Just saying.) We're just getting on with things. It's perfect, sort of. NEW TO HBO: CIARAN McCLOY AND HIS PERFECT LIFE! Or something. I love Elaine.
Been thinking about taking a vacation sometime this year. We've not had one since we got away for a bit last year and... Jeff Happened. XD No more of that (not so soon, anyway), but it might be good to get away. Not from Jeff, he's coming too. Just. A change. Show the baby the world before he starts screaming for Disney.
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[26 Nov 2004|09:27am] |
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overwhelmed. fanTASTIC. |
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sleepy baby snuffly noises. :D! |
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I've got a baby.
O.O
:D!
No, we.
He's little. And all pink and crumpled and ugly and wrinkled and his hair won't lie flat and there's not ever been anything so beautiful in the whole world, not ever.
I said he's got piano-playing hands and Da smacked me round the head and told me I was soft, then he got to hold him and he cried, so he's not allowed to say that any more.
Jeffrey Francis McCloy. Baby Jeff.
He's beautiful.
So's Elaine.
Love her. Love them both.
Heeeee.
Scary. But good. Best. Best ever.
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[25 Nov 2004|03:43pm] |
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FUCK |
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ELAINE |
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OH FUCK
I SPILLED BEER ALL IN THE TURKEY AND NOW WE'RE IN THE HOSPITAL AND
FUCKFUCK FUCK NEVER FUCKING FUCKING AGAIN NO FUCKING WAY
OH GOD I need a paper bag.
FUCK. OH GOD. OH HELL. OH FUCK.
GONNA BE A DAD.
fuck! Heeeee. Ohshit. Wow. Um.
Fuck. Yeah.
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