What a nice way to start a day... must've gotten out of bed on the right side.

Did a photo shoot for Ron - signed sports stuff. I've also just about got a portrait studio put together in the family room in between trying to tame all the hardware and software that comprises the sound studio upstairs. The first thing I've been doing there is creating building blocks of basic beats. That makes it pretty easy to go in and make more complex recordings - just adjust the tempo to your liking and start the tape rolling with a guitar rhythm. Keep adding instruments until you've got a band.

The second book of Zoid.

In the name of Allah, the Compassionate, the Merciful

As far as outposts go, Zoid had seen them all. This little dung shack in Zitsarbad was no better or worse than the others. It was the last rocket launcher in the district. It was worse than the training in the California mountains because here there were bad guys. Everybody's got a Kalishnikov or a pack full of mortars. Mortars, martyrs, what's the difference? Zoid had seen them all. The guys at the border killed his camel. Thought it might be implanted with a long range TV station. While Zoid refuses to discuss operational details, he was suddenly faced with a loss of SECOM (secure communications) with OPGUYS. So here he was - on his own again trying to come up with plan B. B as in 'beta' and 'braille'. B as in 'beer'. But that's not the easiest thing to find in a military outpost in an unnamed Islamic third world country. Cap'n Reggie can get beer, Zoid thought. {Last sattelite communication - cut off at 27029940:B340FF}