Yep, they’re gone . . .
I did a cursory check around the house and office, and my earplugs are Really and Truly Gone™. Luckily, Dawn at earEverything still has the molds from a few years ago, so I should be able to get a new pair fairly soon. I'm fairly sure my life would be much worse without this little things in it - not only do they help in the traditional loud places like clubs, bars and steel foundries, but they're about the only way to get through the fairly consistent fire alarms at work. Seriously, the alarms are ear-piercing, and I'm fairly sure they'd do more damage to your ears than the normal metal band. Maybe not to your psyche, but certainly your hearing.
Also, the podcast book is done (and on deadline, believe it or not), so look for a November release date - just in time for your intrepid podcaster's holiday list. I mentioned before that this book was a little different in that I had to put together some multimedia work for the book's accompanying disc. The last part was a promo drop for book readers to use in their podcast, and it took me back to the days when I had to put such things together for the student radio station. And since I'm going back to the old alma mater for a football game (and will no doubt tune into the radio station to see if they're still playing that one Ween song), I'd like to take this opportunity to link to WGRE, the student radio station in question. Fire up the Real Player and see what you find.
Finally, I haven't had the chance to watch the new Metalocalypse yet. Don't tell me about it.
Big Day for Fountain Square
While the billions I predicted may not have appeared (I'm hoping the recount comes closer to my earlier estimate), it was still a big day for Fountain Square. The place was littered with artists and musicians trying to find an appropriate place to craft their entries for the Masterpiece in a Day contest, and overall the results were good. It was a bit bizarre to see my elderly pug intimidating a much larger dog and then daring to investigating a solid-looking-yet-totally-docile pit bull. The Fab 4 Less exhbition was good, too, although it was a little weird hanging out in someone else's apartment and trying to explain all of the renovations they did without the artist being there. I didn't even try to sit on the couch or any chairs, for fear that they'd arranged everything with their practiced eye, and I'd be disturbing come carefully crafted balance.
Jennifer walked out of the place with a new purse bearing the spray-painted image of Jim Kelly, which I highly endorse.
There's also another mural behind the house. We've volunteered our fence and garage door for the next effort, which should take place next spring.
I managed to sneak the new bass in for some repairs that hopefully won't take too long. It rested here for such a brief time that I'd like it back as soon as possible. I'd also like my custom earplugs back as soon as possible, but the location of those is a little more fuzzy. I'm going to check around at work, but I fear I'll be calling Dawn at earEverything for a new pair soon. My night out with regular foam plugs just didn't cut it now that I'm used to the custom molds. They cut down the volume without cutting down the balance of the frequencies. Not only does it save the hearing, but it makes the mix anytime I'm playing sound so much better - I just can't live without them, unfortunately. Which is why they enjoyed a position of honor on my keychain. Alas, no more.
Hopefully the Steelers will mollify my pain with a win this afternoon, the new Metalocalypse won't fail to blow me away, and the earth will continue to turn.
Genius, for the most part
Metalocalypse returns for a second season on September 23rd, which is exactly the news one needs to rule the barren earth with grim determination. The show, a brilliant mix of Aqua Teen Hunger Force and Spinal Tap, still holds a huge chunk of our DVR hostage, waiting patiently to be freed by a DVD release. Adult Swim, make it happen.

Only one small problem - the bassist is kind of a doofus. To be fair, the entire band is composed of doofuses, so there's nothing really for me to complain about there. The creators did, however, saddle Murderface with the worst haircut. In metal, that's a death sentence, I think. And a metallic death sentence is nothing to sneeze (or roar gutterally) at. I suppose I should be thankful that they at least gave him a solo project and left his bass in the mix.
and the episode of Metalocalypse from Sunday. It's unforgivable, and I know it. Those matters were rectified this evening - I'm not sure they lived up to the anticipation, although it was good to see