Yes. Yes. yes.

Your guess is as good as mine. I was, pretty much waiting to move to the other side of the country until it was reversed. The dietition says yes. The crohns doc says yes. The surgeon... cajugga jugga. Dial tone. I'm on a waiting list. Well, I can't wait no more. I'm moving regardless. It is gonna suck switching all the docs over but, time waits for no man.

I almost called it winning best sound editing.

You cant play anymore, Alice.  You are too good.

Sweet!

I wouldn't worry about it, Teague. I'm not sure that 'this' isn't the thread for Regan to be embrassed about later. I've had a hoot just dicking around all the same.

I spent far too long making a Gummi Bears karaoke song.

But a gentle ribbing is what friends are for...

(I make no apologies for seeking out awful DX7 songs)

Man I can't quit you guys.

Henry: You can see me laying down track in front of me at the best of times trying to stay on top of fast wordy lyrics, so cudos. (If that makes sense?!)

Abbie/Teague: Little Shop squeeeeee!

Yeah, I aint got nothing worthy of posting but a terrible outtake of a transposed down - so I can vaugly hit the notes - version of a Whitney Houston song. And, for some reason I played it in 3/4.

Edit: Whitney Houston has been inducted into the Rock and Roll hall of fame in 2020. For why?!

I think some people should just Let It Go! *rimshot*

I'll show myself out.

Yeah, you hit baby Yoda. I hit you. It's odd that this little wrinkley green grotesque thing is just SO. FREAKIN'. ADORABLE!

I'm pretty bummed about IG-11 but a valid way to go.