goodnight marconi

DAMAGE CONTAINMENT REPORT 24 JUNE 2008

L2: Finally succeeded in getting ahold of him and having a multihour conversation via IM. As is usually the case in these things, we had some differing opinions on what happened up to a certain point, and the truth lies probably somewhere in the middle. Either way established I was firmly in the wrong, and ended the conversation on “ya done fucked up… but give it time and we may end up talking again.” So that’s done with for now, I suppose.

Severus: Still haven’t gotten in touch with him. Dropped the ball by acting a damn fool the morning after when I assumed we’d all hit the reset button on our lives. Have called him about once a day, and I guess I’ll just have to give him some timespace too.

Anton: I forgot that before I learned the news about his grandfather I sent a really immature text… which I can’t do anything about now, I guess. He responded to one of my tweets, which is a good sign; he posted everything he’d been writing since Thursday night, which was inevitable. Said post included about a paragraph of pure vociferocity, which I deserved. Sent him a text telling him I’d seen it and was still sorry; no response. Another one for the “time” catagory.

Andy: Situation green. Told him, told Sev that I told him (bad idea, as it got straight back to Anton) and after a breif flash of anger returned to normal. Have spoken to him most of everyone in this particular group of people and have actually seen him. Gave him the switchblade I pulled on Anton; If I’m going to pull pull it on people I care about, I shouldn’t have it.

Reynard: Have realized that I seriously have a problem with drinking to excess. The past couple of weeks have had several events, documented and not, that have pointed out that I don’t know my limits anymore and shouldn’t test them. I’m not blaming drink for my mistakes, and I take responsibility for dumb shit done when under the influence, but when one takes the “under the influence” part out of the equation, the “dumb shit” tends to occur much less frequently. Honestly the final straw was when Isis called me on it on Friday night- if the one person who can keep up with you is telling you that pacing and control is needed, you need to take a good hard look at your habits.

UNRELATED NEWS:

Mrstereo, the other half of Teslatronic, decided that last night would be a great night to record music and he was right on. It was an hourlong jam session and even if it hadn’t been good, it would have been cathartic, but because it did turn out to be really good we’ve got a couple of really rough demos now. Whereas our first session can be fairly strictly classified as pure noise. The missing element was really the dueling keyboards factor; our first recording session was one keyboard and one drum machine program but with this one we set the keyboards up across from each other and just really let ourselves go. It’s mostly 8bit stuff, and we still need to get used to each other, but i’m really interested in where this could go. So far the tracks that have potential are

two robots fighting

love as a pillow slash tablecloth

battle of the telephone

fuckin crayons

and my favorite

goodnight marconi (mrstereo named that one).

And then we cuddled. I really miss nonsexual cuddling, I gotta say… and because I wasn’t drunk while doing it, I didn’t try and pull a move (see DAMAGE CONTAINMENT REPORT: REYNARD) I couldn’t sleep though.

I can’t sleep.

I think I’ve passed out for a total of half an hour since Sunday.

Troubling.