Off Season For Reals

Yeah, I really love the experience that is the visual staff off season. There's nothing in drum corps that lets you know how far down on the totem pole you are quite like the off season. It's that tinge in the back of your head that comes when someone asks you if you're teaching again, and where, right around the end of September/beginning of October. There's nothing like having no clue what that answer is. My personal favorite is to see all the pretty drum corps posting their staff acquisitions. Then, my brain generating more self conscious thought than a high school girl at the mall with her parents, having just spilled a full drink all over herself, farting beyond audibly, vomiting through her nose, while all the cute boys she likes come walking by one after another to not even notice her.. I don't even like Molly Ringwald 80's movies, and I'm freakin' living one every fall. Oh well, I've decided that I'm too curious to see what beach I wash up on to be a barnacle on someone's board. I think it's pretty tough to avoid burnout in the visual realm when you're not on top. I like it, though. Through all the strikes and gutters, I still like it. Hell, I'm excited about the upcoming summer just to chase that excitement and make something else happen in my career. I'm really curious to see what this blog turns into this year. We'll have to note the posts pre- and post- diaspora.

Orcapiss is teaching English in Indonesia..

more updates later.

skat of the day 2

jarhedz

I placed a jar in Tennessee,
And round it was, upon a hill.
It made the slovenly wilderness
Surround that hill.

The wilderness rose up to it,
And sprawled around, no longer wild.
The jar was round upon the ground
And tall and of a port in air.

It took dominion every where.
The jar was gray and bare.
It did not give of bird or bush,
Like nothing else in Tennessee.

headin down to rehearse at the intersection of nature and culture

12am & cooking onions

It was 12am and Orcapiss was hungry. Therefore Orcapiss cranked up the stove and chopped the onions as Son of Sully hid in his room away from the onion fumes. When all was said and done, Orcapiss had some rockin' fried rice and this fantastic mess....

Freaked out the guard staff.. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA....

Sexting was the joke. I guess I took it too far by sending this picture.

Son of Sully

It's A Fucking Fire Snake that follows you!!

WTF!!

jmurda: Are you fucking shitting me?

?????!: I know!

?????*: It's almost my Bed time, I have to get up early.

jmurda:.........What!!...........U Shitting me?

?????!: Thats fucking Horse shit.

?????*: IDk its just the time my parnets tell me to go to bed. and i do!

jmurda:..................................!

Father of ?????*: Remember you have to take your trumpet tomorrow!

jmurda:..........Yo!!!!!!!!!!!Trying to Jack off here!!!

?????!: **Snap**