The photo of the sign seen here is out of sequence (it was taken tomorrow). The idea is to show the progress. I can already tell you for the time and effort involved so far, if you have the money just go buy something ready-made. I took this on as a project and it has certainly cost more than that already. Note the letter positioning. It was an experiment to see how well the vinyl would stick. Competing theories abound of why the letter “F” but I assure you it was just a spare.By mid-afternoon I found there was not a single cookie on these premises, so I fired up a batch of oatmeal raisin. I like chewy cookies, and this batch was the perfect thing to keep me working on the sign. The more time because I fried my best computer. The motherboard is short-circuited and I did it. Don’t I feel like a hero? Unless you are a cookie-lover, I mean. We have an excellent batch under tinfoil as of late this afternoon.
Arnel and I got together and went over programs and procedures. His equalization software is beyond anything I can get my hands on. He was a soundman. There is no explanation why I could get my gear sounding perfect in Jimbo’s, then memorize the settings, and the next week the settings were wrong. Sabotage? Arnel says it is a matter of experience with the equipment. I say I’ve got plenty of experience, what I need is some pointers.
Then of all the dumb things, I stop and Jimbo’s to check my equipment (yes, the heavier gear stays there between gigs) and people buy me a drink, or two, or three. I didn’t get out of there for nearly two hours. I had raced out of here so fast, I’d left the oven and coffee on. I’ve done that before, but never with Wallace to notice, ha! One time in Coeur d”Alene I went to work and left the shower running for 13 hours.
The artificial cool week from the faraway hurricane is over, and we are back to baking in the sun. Another month of this heat wave at least, the best gauge of the weather is watching for the Canadiens to return. Wallace did a calculation, the type of which is music to my ears. He figured out he is putting 600 miles a month on the car taking the dog out twice a day. It is three miles to the doggie park because you have to drive around the casino. You know, the smartest thing that casino could do is open up a north-south corridor and get traffic going through their parking lot on the west side.
Get a bicycle and train the dog to trot beside you, I said. Then everybody is happy. Millie-Belle still has far too much energy to be that great a companion for Wallace, but nobody listens to me. Still, the longer you stick around here, the more sense it begins to make about the way I do things, and yes, I do like to point that out.
