The question as to how to thoroughly soundproof a room has come up. As you know last Tuesday I had a visit from the cops asking me to turn it down. So I decided to do some redecorating and moved my bandroom to the old computer room. I also bought $300 worth of sound proofing foam and glued it up on the wall. Then the music began. Unfortunately at 11:00pm on Friday I get a knock at the door and it is the police again. I couldn't believe it and I explained everything to them that I was taking steps to remedy the situation. I had to apologize again and they said my neighbor was ready to press charges. Egad, it would've been a $350 ticket had they done so. Luckily your humble narrator pleaded for mercy and was granted a reprisal. As I was talking to the police a jet flew over the house at a much louder noise than that of my band. I looked at them with a I'll try look. They then went and talked to my neighbor and convinced them not to press charges. So now we are all figuring out how to completely soundproof a room. I think it would be cool to have such a thing to where no noise could come out of the house at all. I suppose since the band is broke up anyways it doesn't matter, but I know there will be other bands. I am probably a little deaf from being in bands all these years and from listening to the blaring TV as a kid that my mother always had turned up too loud. Almost deaf parents tend to raise almost deaf children... My family does have a tendency to be loud. I remember sitting in restaurants hearing my mom scream,"Excuse me sir! Brian didn't get his plain!" or whenever I get excited about something I tend to speak very loud, almost projecting the information to anyone within earshot,"Did you hear the COWBOYS go to Super Bowl!" I eventually started to get self-conscious of my loudness because people would jump back startled that I was so loud. What is really bad is when I get excited and nervous at the same time I will project a really loud nervous laugh. "I really Like You Too! HEHEHE"

Thought of the Day
"Let me tell you something, funny boy... You know that little stamp? The one that says New York Public Library? Well, that may not mean anything to you, but that means a lot to me. One whole helluva lot. Sure, go ahead, laugh if you want to. I've seen your type before -- flashy, making the scene, flaunting convention. Yeah, I know what you're thinking... Why's this guy making such a big stink about old library books? Let me give you a hint, junior. Maybe we can live without libraries, people like you and me.... Maybe. Sure, we're too old to change the world. What about that kid, sitting down, opening a book right now in a branch of the local library and finding pictures of pee-pees and wee-wees in The Cat in the Hat and The Five Chinese Brothers. Doesn't he deserve better? Look, if you think this is about overdue fines and missing books, you'd better think again. This is about that kid's right to read a book without getting his mind warped. Or maybe that turns you on, Seinfeld... Maybe that's how you get your kicks... You and your goodtime buddies... I've got a flash for you, joy boy. Partytime is over."
- Lt. Bookman, in "The Library"