We finally got the lead out and sent Aaron a really harsh e-mail yesterday in response to the utterly ridiculous claims he’s been making. He said that our laziness has gotten us a bad reputation with a couple local bands that he happens to idolize like the moron he is, as well as saying that we shouldn’t be working so hard to make sure our playing was tight. In his words, we should “plug up, rock out, and fix the shit later.” Also, he’s outright told his mother that Dirk uses drugs daily, and is starting to claim that Dirk’s supposed drug use is affecting his playing ability.
In my part of the e-mail, I told him that if he wants to do shows, he needs to make the fucking time to practice more than the barely once-a-week he manages currently. If we have a bad rep with some bands for canceling shows, it’s because of his idiotic habit of signing the band up for shows without consulting the rest of us, including when we’ve specifically said we’re not doing shows because we’re working on recording an album. Mostly, we’ve had to cancel because we didn’t even have a fucking drummer and he signed us up for a show anyway. As for wanting to fix the musical problems later, it has long been my opinion that he prefers this method because he’s too fucking arrogant and lazy to realize that he has real problems with his guitar playing. If we don’t bitch about this shit now, it’ll never get fixed, which his what he wants. I didn’t really respond to the drug allegations, other than to say that it’s the stupidest shit I’ve ever heard of in my life. Dirk’s job randomly tests their employees for drugs, and besides that, we can’t have drugs in our lives. My dad would lose his fucking job if any drug charges were laid against Dirk or I, thanks to his security clearance.
I’m all pissed off, but I’m worried I might have been too harsh. I know I shouldn’t worry, because this is all stuff that needs to be said, but my desire to get along with everyone is butting heads with my righteous anger. (Update: Aaron’s ditching practice to shop for a home. How can they afford a home loan, you might ask? They both have only the vaguest notion of fiscal responsibility, and they have undirected ideas about cause-and-effect. Also, I don’t know that you have to get the home loan before you go shopping, which means that they’ll probably be in for a surprise when it comes time to apply for that. On the other hand, his mother is finally dropping him from her insurance, so he’ll have to go on high-risk like the unsafe driver he is.)
No more Aaron, even if he is the major source of angst in my life right now. I’ve been so worked up with his bullshit that I didn’t even tell you what my Dirk-blossom got me: a scanner/copier/printer combo thing. I would have killed for something like this back when I was running the ‘zine. Absolutely fucking killed. And the price! How amazing is it that the longer we have the technology for something, the cheaper it is? My scanner, back in the bad old days, was $450 and cranky as hell. This whole thing was $200, at most, and positively jumps at the chance to scan something for us.
I also got a $150 gift certificate to IKEA from my parents, who can’t be bothered to put effort into the gift-process. The gift certificate is, however, deeply appreciated. God, that sounded smarmy, didn’t it?
Whatever. You want to see some stuff? You do.
My kit-kat clock. Oddly enough, I don’t find it unnerving in the least. I think it’s comforting to look at it and see its eyes roll from side to side.
Yahoo lying in bed with her adorable little tummy in the air. How sad is it that she doesn’t like to be kissed, but is completely unfamiliar with expressing discomfort, so she just purrs while trying to avoid my mouth?
Yahoo playing with one of the band’s stickers. Want one? Let me know.Oh, and here’s something every American should see Technical Difficulties. Pass it on.
