On a more sad than panicky note, Tuesday was my last day of guitar lessons. I would have kept going, because I'm still going to have Tuesdays & Thursdays free, but going into Eau Claire takes at least three hours out of a day, and I think I'm going to need that time to study. And sleep. I had a good last lesson, he tabbed out Tom McRae's Human Remains for me, showed me the weird tuning (has a name, but I forgot it) that has every string but B tuned to an E, and we finished up Dust in the Wind. He also reminded me that he is in on Saturdays, and if I ever expected to have half an hour to kill, I could call and set up a one-off lesson. Which I might do at some point, but it's still sad. I've made a lot of progress since I started in January.
To comfort myself in all this drearyness, I've uploaded my pictures from Gatecon 2005 to Photobucket (more there; link to main album in sidebar).
( Steve Bacic (stock Vancouver supporting actor, do really need specifics? He's even prettier in person) )
( Colin Cunningham, JR Bourne, Dan Payne, and Bruce Woloshyn (Major Davis, Martouf, misc. large people/prosthetic work, and digital effects supervisor, all on Stargate) )
In other news, the two youngest members of the St. Louis contingent (three, if you count Beak the Dog) are up for a visit, which is cool (although we need to figure out how to get Muggs up here, I haven't seen him in over a year). Nunny brought both of her guitars. She always brings the one, because classically trained guitarist do NOT skip practice for ten days, even if they're thirteen. I made e-mail puppy eyes to get her to take along the electric. The cousins are here because my aunt and uncle are going to a philosophy conference in the Dominican Republic (and yes. Their flight was yesterday.)