The Power Shoes/ The Color Red

If they don't like it, I'll kick them.

Craig stayed up til 2, working on his video like any truly good editor. Good man.

Hmm. He should be here.

James is here today with his sister, but where's Kaitlin?

Ginny Owens. 'Nuff said. As a piano student myself, I will occaisionally play in complete darkness so as to train myself in knowing exactly where the keys are. It's blind musicians like Ginny though that are truly impressive in this art.

Camera 3, Jay PG-Board-Member, needs to male his movements smoother.

I'll have to talk with James later and see what's the word.


Navy blue and gold diamond pattern.

I'm not there.

I'm not at church this morning. I'm sick. Bleh.

Two weeks left in the semester! And then it's some hardcore Pilotdrift action!

Apparently I'm good at technical and musical things. Or so says Kim.

The "Name of All Names" is always done really well.

I could hear both the bourdon stop on the organ and the second alto from the right on the ensemble a bit too strong.

Camera 3 is obviously a little crooked to the right when seen on a wide stage shot.

"Don just got it." [chuckles]

Pastor Jeff has been given the oppurtunity for a weekly Sunday slot on TBN. This is huge for him, his ministry, and our church, but will require a budget 2&1/2 times that of the church's current yearly budget. Daunting, yes. But we believe that God will make a way if this is what He wants us to do.

Ooh. I don't feel so good.


Shiny purple paisley.

I'm a sellout...or perhaps a sell-in?

I'm staying up for the next few hours to partake in 4-in-the-morning Black Friday shopping.

Hope I can get some stuff knocked out.

Kablammy.

the slow death of the wheeled white thing.

The crowd really appears to be pitted in darkness on the video monitors.

Ponty's battery gave out for the second time this morning. Sigh. Poor thing.

I can't believe that people actually watched someone's suicide on a webcam the other day. It's deplorable.

Oh! Dead pixel in the lower-right quadrant of camera 2!

Hmm. Finances. Finances. Finances.

It's funny how dad's camera directing can sound like submarine commanding.

Headroom on 2.

"I got your shotgun right here."


Back to the gold and black floor tile pattern.

Ru-diculous.

My fellow present and past Tigers, you have been robbed.

Some may say that a game can never really be determined by the referees, but today, I beg to differ.

Mr. Sideline Ref with the glasses. You sir, are a disgrace to your side-profession.

The ejections. The anal attitude. The obscure calls. And yes, we checked the replay, Cobi had the football securely in the end zone and had a good touchdown. You sir, were just the works.

Let me sum your whole performance up as follows: you ejected the head coaches' son (the ballboy) because you didn't like the way he threw it to you. I was standing very close nearby when this happened. He did a simple, kinda quarterback style throw. You however cannot apparently catch a ball and looked foolish. Of course this was to your disliking, and you ejected the poor lad from the field. A ballboy. Ejected.

You are a trip sir, an absolute trip.

Sigh.

Texas High Tigers - 10
Hewitt Midway - 35

...

the french horns stumbled for a second.

The "Ode to Freedom" concert web exceptionally well tonight. The Texarkana Symphony Orchestra and Regional Chorale were superb. And of course, Bougie's hair did it's little flips and flops as he conducted.

Now I need to see about getting him and Mrs. Goode paid tomorrow.

Alex put a password on his computer. Jerkface. Now I can't get anything done tonight as far as the 'Drift goes.

Password hint: "Sorry!" P'cha.

Well then, I suppose I'll go and practice for the piano contest this weekend and the 2nd student recital on Monday.

Ta ta.