counting

2001.03.11
Wow. Not much to say these days. Probably too much time wasted playing videogames instead of wasted hanging around the web. (But, as always, time enjoy wasting is not wasted.)


Quote of the Moment
Love was a terrible thing. You poisoned it and stabbed at it and knocked it down into the mud-- well down-- and it got up and staggered on, bleeding and muddy and awful. Like-- like Rasputin.
I've had romances like that.


Ramble of the Moment
Yesterday I started counting "1 2 3 4 2 2 3 4 3 2 3 4 4 2 3 4". That's the pattern people use to use for counting measures of rest in band. (Tubas sometimes get a heckuva lot of rests.) I haven't counted in that pattern for a long time.