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Will: Hey, this is Will. I'm not here right now, but if you leave a message, I'll call you back as soon as I can. Thanks.
(beep)
Ted: Hey dude, haven't seen you in a while, so I just wanted to see what you were up to. Give me a call. Peace.
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Will: Hey, this is Will. I'm not here right now, but if you leave a message, I'll call you back as soon as I can. Thanks.
(beep)
Ted: Hey dude, not sure you got my last message, but I'd really like to hang out with you, since we haven't seen each other in forever. I know you're busy picking up shifts at the coffee shop, but if you have a few hours, I'd love to see you. Anyway, talk to you later dude.
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Ted: This is Ted. Leave it.
(beep)
Will: Hey dude. Sorry I didn't call you back sooner. I don't know why I didn't. I haven't been terribly social lately. I, um... ...I've been a jerk lately. To everyone. After a couple of harsh events took place, I decided to wrap myself in my own little world to buffer myself from the actual world around me, with it's problems and demands and whatnot. When I wasn't busy as the king in my own kingdom, I pitied myself for the being fool I occasionally had the clarity to realize I was. Either way, you called, and I didn't call you back. For that, I'm sorry. We do need to hang out, and when we do, I'll try my best not to let this sudden dose of reality bring the conversation down. Either way, talk to you soon.
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Will: Hey dude!
Ted: Hey man, I saw you called.
Will: Yeah, did you hear my message?
Ted: Sort of. I listened to the first ten seconds and the stopped listening when I realized it was probably one of your depressing rants.
Will: Hah. Good choice.
Ted: Anyway, want to get coffee?
Will: See you soon.
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
(phone rings)
Will: Hey dude.
Ted: Coffee?
Will: See you soon.
(10 minutes later)
Ted: Hey dude.
Will: Ungh.
Ted: I'm fine, thanks for asking.
Will: Pain.
Ted: Might I ask what caused this pain?
Will: An evil, evil man.
Ted: Really. What's this evil man's name?
Will: Tony Horton.
Ted: ...is that the guy from those infomer-
Will: Yes, he's from the p90x infomercials.
Ted: Huh. So you're doing p90x now?
Will: Hence pain.
Ted: How's it working for you?
Will: I've definitely seen a bit of muscle growth. Other than that, I appear to have a great deal of weakness leaving my body.
Ted: What caused you to pick up the phone and dial?
Will: I saw it on ebay for about fifty bucks, which is half that it sells for new. Plus, I've been thinking that not only do I need to look good for the image side of my music career, but it takes a lot of strength and energy to play for two straight hours. Hopefully, it'll be easier when I'm in better shape.
Ted: It'll be good for you at the very least.
Will: That depends whether or not you consider being barely able to walk "good for me."
Ted: So how far in are you?
Will: A few weeks, actually. I just haven't stopped being sore.
Ted: I've actually been working out a little bit myself.
Will: Really. How?
Ted: Fighter circuits.
Will: What are those?
Ted: Spending five minutes doing different exercises that completely draining your body of all energy, and then taking a quick break and doing it again. Twice.
Will: You training for MMA?
Ted: I've started taking Ninjutsu classes.
Will: Ah. I should try that.
Ted: You should.
Will: Okay. I'll be right back, I'm going to go get 2 iced coffees to hold against my pectoral muscles.
Will: Hey dude.
Ted: Coffee?
Will: See you soon.
(10 minutes later)
Ted: Hey dude.
Will: Ungh.
Ted: I'm fine, thanks for asking.
Will: Pain.
Ted: Might I ask what caused this pain?
Will: An evil, evil man.
Ted: Really. What's this evil man's name?
Will: Tony Horton.
Ted: ...is that the guy from those infomer-
Will: Yes, he's from the p90x infomercials.
Ted: Huh. So you're doing p90x now?
Will: Hence pain.
Ted: How's it working for you?
Will: I've definitely seen a bit of muscle growth. Other than that, I appear to have a great deal of weakness leaving my body.
Ted: What caused you to pick up the phone and dial?
Will: I saw it on ebay for about fifty bucks, which is half that it sells for new. Plus, I've been thinking that not only do I need to look good for the image side of my music career, but it takes a lot of strength and energy to play for two straight hours. Hopefully, it'll be easier when I'm in better shape.
Ted: It'll be good for you at the very least.
Will: That depends whether or not you consider being barely able to walk "good for me."
Ted: So how far in are you?
Will: A few weeks, actually. I just haven't stopped being sore.
Ted: I've actually been working out a little bit myself.
Will: Really. How?
Ted: Fighter circuits.
Will: What are those?
Ted: Spending five minutes doing different exercises that completely draining your body of all energy, and then taking a quick break and doing it again. Twice.
Will: You training for MMA?
Ted: I've started taking Ninjutsu classes.
Will: Ah. I should try that.
Ted: You should.
Will: Okay. I'll be right back, I'm going to go get 2 iced coffees to hold against my pectoral muscles.
posting
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Will: Hey dude, what's up?
Ted: Not much. Saw you were online, so I figured I'd call.
Will: Dude. It's past midnight.
Ted: And we're both awake. So what.
Will: How did you see I was online?
Ted: You're posting on facebook.
Will: Why didn't you just facebook chat me?
Ted: I'm a fan of human interraction. At least on the phone, you hear the voice of the person you're talking to. So, why are you up so late? Weren't you up early today?
Will: I was. I'm staying up until I finish this blog entry.
Ted: You're really trying to keep up with it, huh.
Will: The only way to get anything done.
Ted: But, what are you actually getting done? Didn't you say you don't want any readers?
Will: I said I wouldn't prevent anyone from reading it, but that I didn't plan on having any readers. Key difference.
Ted: Noted.
Will: It's mostly to practice my writing. If I don't make it routine, I won't do it. That's just the way I work. I'm the same way with exercise and music. If I don't do something at roughly the same time every day, I'm less likely to do it. I'm sure there's a better way to organize, but it's better than nothing.
Ted: True.
Will: Thus, I won't allow myself to go to bed unless there is a new blog post.
Ted: Even if you have nothing to write about?
Will: What else are blogs for if not to write when you have absolutely nothing to write about.
Ted: Word.
Will: Okay. Blog entry done. Going to bed.
Ted: Cool. Probably see you tomorrow dude.
Will: I'll expect the call around the same time to go hang out at the same place.
Ted: The way life should be.
Will: Night, dude.
Ted: Night.
Will: Hey dude, what's up?
Ted: Not much. Saw you were online, so I figured I'd call.
Will: Dude. It's past midnight.
Ted: And we're both awake. So what.
Will: How did you see I was online?
Ted: You're posting on facebook.
Will: Why didn't you just facebook chat me?
Ted: I'm a fan of human interraction. At least on the phone, you hear the voice of the person you're talking to. So, why are you up so late? Weren't you up early today?
Will: I was. I'm staying up until I finish this blog entry.
Ted: You're really trying to keep up with it, huh.
Will: The only way to get anything done.
Ted: But, what are you actually getting done? Didn't you say you don't want any readers?
Will: I said I wouldn't prevent anyone from reading it, but that I didn't plan on having any readers. Key difference.
Ted: Noted.
Will: It's mostly to practice my writing. If I don't make it routine, I won't do it. That's just the way I work. I'm the same way with exercise and music. If I don't do something at roughly the same time every day, I'm less likely to do it. I'm sure there's a better way to organize, but it's better than nothing.
Ted: True.
Will: Thus, I won't allow myself to go to bed unless there is a new blog post.
Ted: Even if you have nothing to write about?
Will: What else are blogs for if not to write when you have absolutely nothing to write about.
Ted: Word.
Will: Okay. Blog entry done. Going to bed.
Ted: Cool. Probably see you tomorrow dude.
Will: I'll expect the call around the same time to go hang out at the same place.
Ted: The way life should be.
Will: Night, dude.
Ted: Night.
Monday, March 1, 2010
"work"
Ted: Smash?
Will: Sounds good. It'll give me a good break.
Ted: From what?
Will: Work.
Ted: "Work?"
Will: Hours upon hours of emails and phone calls.
Ted: To who?
Will: Booking agents, the guy who's doing the art for my CD, a photographer, etc.
Ted: How's that going?
Will: Eh.
Ted: How so?
Will: It's hard to feel like I have more of a buzz going than I did when I wasn't devoting over forty hours a week to my music.
Ted: Well, it's got to be doing something.
Will: No, it is. At the very least, I'm a much better performer than I used to be. More people have seen me perform that havn't seen me before, and even though there aren't many of them, those people count. They will hopefully remember me and go out of their way to come to my shows. The problem is, no one's doing that yet.
Ted: No one?
Will: No one I don't know. Almost everyone at my shows is a friend of mine or someone a friend of mine brought along. No one is coming who is completely unconnected to me.
Ted: Yet.
Will: You're optimistic.
Ted: Dude, it's going to happen if you keep up with it.
Will: I hope you're right.
Ted: I mean, I can tell from the number of times that you're too busy to hang out that you're working hard. Granted, that doesn't guarantee success, but it's going to help.
Will: Hopefully.
Ted: So, what are these phone calls and emails about?
Will: Well, to the promoters, they're just out of the blue emails saying that I'd love to play and link to my press kit. With the artist, it's to find out how close I am to being able to send off my CD for duplication. With the photographer-- Well, I mean with everybody, all I do is send them emails and wait for them to reply. That's the main thing I've been doing, really. Waiting for people to get back to me. I do other things and send other emails while I'm waiting for those replies, but I'm perpetually waiting for someone else to take the next step in the conversation. It sucks to be powerless like that.
Ted: How long does it take for people to get back to you?
Will: Bookers usually don't. If they do, it can range anywhere from minutes later to months later. I don't want to pester them too much by over-emailing them, so I have to wait long periods of time before I email them again. I'm continuously discovering just how small a place the music industry is.
Ted: I'm sure you'll make something happen soon, dude.
Will: Well, I'll certainly try.
Ted: Do, or do not. There is no try.
(Pause)
Will: How long were you waiting to say that?
Ted: All week.
Will: Sounds good. It'll give me a good break.
Ted: From what?
Will: Work.
Ted: "Work?"
Will: Hours upon hours of emails and phone calls.
Ted: To who?
Will: Booking agents, the guy who's doing the art for my CD, a photographer, etc.
Ted: How's that going?
Will: Eh.
Ted: How so?
Will: It's hard to feel like I have more of a buzz going than I did when I wasn't devoting over forty hours a week to my music.
Ted: Well, it's got to be doing something.
Will: No, it is. At the very least, I'm a much better performer than I used to be. More people have seen me perform that havn't seen me before, and even though there aren't many of them, those people count. They will hopefully remember me and go out of their way to come to my shows. The problem is, no one's doing that yet.
Ted: No one?
Will: No one I don't know. Almost everyone at my shows is a friend of mine or someone a friend of mine brought along. No one is coming who is completely unconnected to me.
Ted: Yet.
Will: You're optimistic.
Ted: Dude, it's going to happen if you keep up with it.
Will: I hope you're right.
Ted: I mean, I can tell from the number of times that you're too busy to hang out that you're working hard. Granted, that doesn't guarantee success, but it's going to help.
Will: Hopefully.
Ted: So, what are these phone calls and emails about?
Will: Well, to the promoters, they're just out of the blue emails saying that I'd love to play and link to my press kit. With the artist, it's to find out how close I am to being able to send off my CD for duplication. With the photographer-- Well, I mean with everybody, all I do is send them emails and wait for them to reply. That's the main thing I've been doing, really. Waiting for people to get back to me. I do other things and send other emails while I'm waiting for those replies, but I'm perpetually waiting for someone else to take the next step in the conversation. It sucks to be powerless like that.
Ted: How long does it take for people to get back to you?
Will: Bookers usually don't. If they do, it can range anywhere from minutes later to months later. I don't want to pester them too much by over-emailing them, so I have to wait long periods of time before I email them again. I'm continuously discovering just how small a place the music industry is.
Ted: I'm sure you'll make something happen soon, dude.
Will: Well, I'll certainly try.
Ted: Do, or do not. There is no try.
(Pause)
Will: How long were you waiting to say that?
Ted: All week.
Sunday, February 28, 2010
brb
Will: Hey dude.
Ted: Hey man, how goes it.
Will: Just writing in my blog.
Ted: Oh yeah, I forgot about that.
Will: So did I.
Ted: How long since you've posted on that thing?
Will: A few years, I think. Too lazy to check.
Ted: So what are you writing about?
Will: The neccessary apology entry for not posting more often.
Ted: Of course. (Looking at screen) You had a typo just then.
Will: I know.
Ted: You know? You put it there on purpose?
Will: No, it was an accident.
Ted: And you're not deleting it?
Will: That's the new rule. I won't hit delete. Whatever I type, stays.
Ted: Um, why?
Will: Because if I don't, nothing will ever get written. I'm too wracked with self-doubt to ever be fully satisfied with something I've created, so instead of slaving over it, I'll just leave it.
Ted: Even if you're readers have trouble reading through the typos?
Will: I don't plan on having any.
Ted: Typos?
Will: Readers.
Ted: ...You're writing a blog you don't intend for anyone to read?
Will: Kind of.
Ted: Isn't that just... ...a diary?
Will: Not really. I'm not going to prevent anyone from reading it, but I won't post it anywhere else. I'm not going to promote it, or anything like that. I'll just use my twitter and facebook for music promotion and whatnot, but this is for me to write on and not worry about what people think about it.
Ted: Whatever floats your boat, dude.
Will: It's been so long since I've made an honest go at writing something I like, and though I'm not going to put much work into it, I want... ...I just want to write. In any form.
Ted: That's cool. (Looking at screen again) Wait, is that a script you're writing?
Will: Not really, that's just the form I'm using.
Ted: What form?
Will: Did you ever read Plato's "The Republic?"
Ted: Okay. One, I don't read. Two, that sounds like something that could possibly make me smarter, so even if I did read, I wouldn't read it.
Will: Right. Anyway, a philosopher from ancient Greece wrote in a dialogue form that basically consisted of a man spouting off his beliefs and fictitious characters around him to propose questions for him to answer and validate his statements.
Ted: That's not a bad idea.
Will: That's what I thought, so that's what I'm doing.
Ted: Word. While you're writing your blog that no one is going to read, I'll be in the kitchen eating your food.
Will: Have fun.
Ted: Hey man, how goes it.
Will: Just writing in my blog.
Ted: Oh yeah, I forgot about that.
Will: So did I.
Ted: How long since you've posted on that thing?
Will: A few years, I think. Too lazy to check.
Ted: So what are you writing about?
Will: The neccessary apology entry for not posting more often.
Ted: Of course. (Looking at screen) You had a typo just then.
Will: I know.
Ted: You know? You put it there on purpose?
Will: No, it was an accident.
Ted: And you're not deleting it?
Will: That's the new rule. I won't hit delete. Whatever I type, stays.
Ted: Um, why?
Will: Because if I don't, nothing will ever get written. I'm too wracked with self-doubt to ever be fully satisfied with something I've created, so instead of slaving over it, I'll just leave it.
Ted: Even if you're readers have trouble reading through the typos?
Will: I don't plan on having any.
Ted: Typos?
Will: Readers.
Ted: ...You're writing a blog you don't intend for anyone to read?
Will: Kind of.
Ted: Isn't that just... ...a diary?
Will: Not really. I'm not going to prevent anyone from reading it, but I won't post it anywhere else. I'm not going to promote it, or anything like that. I'll just use my twitter and facebook for music promotion and whatnot, but this is for me to write on and not worry about what people think about it.
Ted: Whatever floats your boat, dude.
Will: It's been so long since I've made an honest go at writing something I like, and though I'm not going to put much work into it, I want... ...I just want to write. In any form.
Ted: That's cool. (Looking at screen again) Wait, is that a script you're writing?
Will: Not really, that's just the form I'm using.
Ted: What form?
Will: Did you ever read Plato's "The Republic?"
Ted: Okay. One, I don't read. Two, that sounds like something that could possibly make me smarter, so even if I did read, I wouldn't read it.
Will: Right. Anyway, a philosopher from ancient Greece wrote in a dialogue form that basically consisted of a man spouting off his beliefs and fictitious characters around him to propose questions for him to answer and validate his statements.
Ted: That's not a bad idea.
Will: That's what I thought, so that's what I'm doing.
Ted: Word. While you're writing your blog that no one is going to read, I'll be in the kitchen eating your food.
Will: Have fun.
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