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And tonight I said to myself "Well, I have no internet, I shall practice my mandolin."
And then internet appeared. And I said to myself "Awesome! I can practice my mandolin using the internet!"
And then I thought "Wow, it's going to suck on Thursday when I have the internet and start having the temptation to use it for things again." A few moments later my brain realized this contradiction, and I think that breakage is probably what led to me transposing the guitar tabs for Sons and Daughters into mandolin tabs (which, by the way, ancient instrument designers, was very hard thanks to you and your goshdarn violin-type tuning). The jury is still out over whether the fingers of my left hand will ever, ever forgive me for this (yesterday they were covered in superglue to give them a break, but they had to deal with the strings themselves tonight... for several hours. In addition to my fingers, I should also probably wonder if my roommate will ever forgive me. It can't be pleasant to hear someone hacking away on a mandolin attempting to play The Beatles, REM, and the Decemberists (being the few bands I can find proper, playable tablatures for)).
I suspect the best trial of roommate tolerance ever will be once I get the tabs for Sons and Daughters down well enough to try singing it at the same time. (Thankfully, this will probably take me a few weeks still.)
And then internet appeared. And I said to myself "Awesome! I can practice my mandolin using the internet!"
And then I thought "Wow, it's going to suck on Thursday when I have the internet and start having the temptation to use it for things again." A few moments later my brain realized this contradiction, and I think that breakage is probably what led to me transposing the guitar tabs for Sons and Daughters into mandolin tabs (which, by the way, ancient instrument designers, was very hard thanks to you and your goshdarn violin-type tuning). The jury is still out over whether the fingers of my left hand will ever, ever forgive me for this (yesterday they were covered in superglue to give them a break, but they had to deal with the strings themselves tonight... for several hours. In addition to my fingers, I should also probably wonder if my roommate will ever forgive me. It can't be pleasant to hear someone hacking away on a mandolin attempting to play The Beatles, REM, and the Decemberists (being the few bands I can find proper, playable tablatures for)).
I suspect the best trial of roommate tolerance ever will be once I get the tabs for Sons and Daughters down well enough to try singing it at the same time. (Thankfully, this will probably take me a few weeks still.)
