The day got off to a bumpy start yesterday with “the compression issues”, and knowing I couldn’t do jack diddly about them I was frustrated and distracted. A long day of leading client training sessions kept my ADD (mostly) under control and when I finished at 7pm I couldn’t have been more hyper about running home.

Picture me stripping off my sweater in the car to enjoy the coolish air ala tank top with the windows down . Picture me pulling into my parking spot, bouncing up the stairs and reaching for my house key only to realize it’s not on my keychain. Frack. Lucky for me, I’m a jackhole so I still have my builders “master” key on my keyring. Crisis narrowly averted.

Now picture me popping inside, flipping on the television and grabbing the laptop to play catch up. No picture on the television. After 15 minutes of attempting to convince myself I could live without it for a night and attributing the outage to all the construction in the area, I come back to the simple fact that I’m weak. I reach for the phone.

After 5 minutes on hold then 5 minutes with Comcast they decide they want to send a tech out - because I have time for that. No thanks. I can see the menus, I just don’t have a picture. Surely it will resolve itself.

I hang up, I fiddle with the remote some more and decide to try another channel. Blammo! It works! Another crisis averted.

Too bad I caused both of them.

**Update**

Streaming issues seem to have been resolved (The Mc + Triple D = success), so as the Beastie Boys would say: HIT IT.

Liftlift.tv
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Hey cats and kittens, Liftlift.tv is up (more or less) though we had some last minute hiccups with compression of the vid, so we’re streaming the full 90-mother-effing-megs.

If you want to bounce over and check out the intro, feel free, but be patient while it loads (10 mins!?!) and know that it may or may not lock up your browser. Do not try to refresh or roast your window and come back. Be patient. Either wait for it to finish loading or visit manyana when we should have some additional kinks worked out. I’ll know if you disobey me and I’ll block your IP…you’ll never be allowed to play with us again.

Whatever you do, do NOT say I didn’t warn you. Such are the first day blues on a series of nights without rest.

P.S. MVP goes to Bobafred. He puts the “lift” in liftlift.tv

12 hours of shooting for 100 minutes of tape plus 14 hours of editing equals ten minutes of material and what could have been a hella expensive projectorinio.

Innumerable lessons learned equal what will be a soft-ish launch, an intro to part of the gang and a few yuks.

I fucking love the sound of the hammered dulcimer.

If you had the opportunity to ask Baton Bob one question, what would it be?

My father once told his SO “I’m not sorry I said it, but I am sorry it upset you.” It was brilliant and simple enough for me to remember it, even if I didn’t comprehend it then the way I do now.

I don’t/won’t censor myself, although I try to find “comfortable” ways to couch things when appropriate. I’m honest to a fault and while it’s initially one of the things people enjoy about me, it eventually comes full circle and they realize they like it plenty unless it means telling them the truth.

If I call you on your bullshit, your martyrdom, or your disrespect for me/others time or anything else - it’s because I care and because your actions are impacting others. Most people would rather avoid discomfort than address it by fading quietly out of your life. I don’t believe in being a wallflower, and I believe you should have an opportunity for growth if you want it.

Do I care? The short answer is yes, caring is the driver for the honesty in the first place.

Do I expect you to change? No, but I expect you to digest and consider reality and the perceptions of and impact on others.

Will I change? I hope not. I like caring, even when it overwhelms me.