Rhythmic Symphony

Well, before I dive into all that cleavage stuff (…………….) I want to say something that actually has to do with music. WE HAVE FINALLY STARTED RECORDING THE ENVARYAN CHRONICLES! Aron form Invisble Asps came over on Saturday and helped me get over my Cubase block. So, it has begun. There’s still all kinds of bugs I need to figure out, like why everything I record is 1/4 second behind the track I recorded before, which btw will melt your tendons if you listen to it. So, no idea when it will be done… but it has begun.
Now, there’s something I feel ought to be said after something that happened to me today. A woman walked up to me to say something and I unconsceincely, and to my dismay, glanced at the boobs hanging most of the way out of her shirt. She faltered a little in what she was saying and placed her hand over her chest. I felt like I should say I’m sorry, for I truly regret it when my eyes wonder to a girl’s bosom, but c’mon! I’m not trying to look! I’m trying not to! But if you launch them out there like a couple of torpedoes its bound to draw some attention!
So, I’m proposing a rule for body parts: If you don’t want people to look at it KEEP IT COVERED! Y’know that stupid thing that girls say when a guy is staring at their chest?… “I’m up here”
Actually, SUPRISE, it’s all you. Not just your eyes, not just your face, but its all you. So from now on I’m going to assume that anything that’s not covered up is okay to look at and/or talk about in open conversation.
So that’s it for now. You’ll know how my new philosphy went by wether or not my next post is from a unemployment office.