NP: Mexico vs. Argentina

Yesterday wasn't "laundry day" as much as it was my "bi-weekly guitar pick reclamation project." I just like the ring of that, and I think at least three picks were recovered.

Stayed mostly away from the heat and safely ensconced indoors until a brief cameo at a party and a Diver gig. Much of that time was spent troubleshooting my PC, where the problem seems to be an external hard drive that's quick to overheat, taking down the rest of the system with it. So the trick becomes burning a DVD's worth of files as soon as I turn the machine on in order to back it up. So far that's working pretty well. I'm not sure why I thought I didn't have DVD-burning software on my machine, or why I thought the Sonic MyDVD program, which burns TiVo recordings to disk, would help, but I was planning to get that anyway.

I also started looking at some "quiet" PCs, which intrigue me, and aren't that much more expensive than ones I'm already looking at.

The gig last night was fun, if still a bit rusty from Anto's being gone for the last couple of months. There was a stretch of the second set where a handful of women were dancing, then it really picked up right at the end. Which prompted a couple of people to be a little bitchy about us, you know, finishing, which is what we tend to do right at the end. Where were they at 11 o'clock? Or even midnight? I'm laying down the law that if anyone approaches any of us about the band in one of the breaks, we're required to ask for their e-mail address. Gotta pimp the mailing list.

Amazingly enough, nobody fell into the band. I knew something felt weird.