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3 goddamned things today:

1. Con Edison showed up; the short version is that it turns out that we do actually owe $1600, and even though that's totally fucking insane, there's nothing we can do about it. The only thing we can do, as it turns out, is to make sure the goddamned boiler works next winter before we touch the thermostat.

2. After the Con Ed guy left I watched the last half of Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. Aside from putting me in a pseudo-bummed-out mood, there was a tiny bit of incidental music near the end that I thought was interesting and I ran to get my acoustic guitar and began to strum it out. Within 5 minutes I had a really cool verse structure and all sorts of arrangement ideas began pouring into my head - the ideas were coming so quickly, in fact, that I started to get suspicious. I recorded a 40-second demo and then searched my iTunes library to confirm my hunch, and goddammit, my hunch was right. The brilliant song I was writing this afternoon is actually Clap Your Hands Say Yeah's "In This Home On Ice."

3. I'm a huge Terry Gilliam fan, but I'd stayed away from The Brothers Grimm. It's on pay-per-view, though, and there was nothing on TV tonight, so we bit the bullet and turned it on. And, goddammit, it sucks.
Duuuuuuuuude. Ask me how fucking much I owed Con Edison last year? Over a thousand, too. Sons of bitches with their fucking broken thermostats and all kinds of goddamn lousy service that you have to pay for retroactively without so much as a warning. Hate those guys.

Sorry, buddy.
The super-shitty part about all this is that even though Con Ed sorta fucked up, it is actually our fault. Kath and I joked that we should make our ex-landlord pay it, since he's the one who brainwashed us into thinking that we should never bother our landlord when something in the apartment isn't working.
bros. grimm could have been so amazing. it was the most disappointing movie i've seen in a while.
Here's how bad it was - we turned it off without finishing it. You know how much that hurts for me to say, that I couldn't finish watching a Gilliam movie?
Actually, you and gred owe ME a few ducats for heybro.com hosting fees.

I had a feeling that UV was going to suck, Milla notwithstanding. Thank you for saving me the $11 - that's about a year's worth of heybro.com right there.
I was just listening to that very same Clap Your Hands song yesterday.

Also, tiburon_y_oso doesn't work for Con Edison, but he does work for an electric utility, so feel free to misdirect your anger towards him.
I asked Kath to listen to the two songs to see if I could get away with it and/or if I had room to move - within 5 seconds she said I was fucked.

For what it's worth, I liked what my version was doing - it had a different sonic palette than the CYHSY (and it was also in a slightly different key, and the vocal melody was going in a much different direction) - but the strum patterns were identical and even the tempo was pretty much the same.

There are approximately 300,000 pop/rock songs with a I-IV verse; I don't know why I'm getting so annoyed with this particular coincidence.
I wouldn't feel too terribly bad about it; CYHSY already ganked the main riff in that song from The Cure's "Just Like Heaven" ... listen to them back to back and you'll hear it for sure. I was so disgusted when I realized it that I can't even listen to "In This Home on Ice" anymore! (but I still think they're pretty ok. the band, i mean.)