He never met Will Rogers, I'd be willing to say

Last night was a complete bust as far as tending to matters domestic went. I had no energy at all by the time I got home, so I tossed a box dinner in the nuke and ate that instead of cooking anything. Went to bed early after some desultory programming work and some internet spaceships, where I did some mining, shot some rats, and got involved in a firefight against a Rook, which I wouldn't have if I'd known what it was. Didn't get blown up or podded, so it ended well.

Been meaning to say something about how electric the change in scenery has been over the last few weeks. At the beginning of April, not only was it raining and dismal for what seemed like days on end but the ground cover was relentlessly blah and colorless. Then, somewhere around mid-month, it stopped raining and all of a sudden WHAM. It was like God turned on the chlorophyll switch and made everything GREEN.

Seems there's a benefit reunion concert by Jason & the Scorchers down in Nashville on June 2 at the Exit/In. Just as well it's sold out (oh, there's tickets being scalped for it online, but :effort:) since it would be horribly tempting to jump in the Sportage and head down there. It's not like I can really afford the time or the money, though. As a consolation, I did find a copy of Both Sides of the Line, the second compilation of Fervor and Lost and Found online for $20, which is less than half what it's going for on Amazon and half.com.

On the other hand, I'm still waiting for the damn support stockings that I ordered A MONTH AGO to show up; wouldn't be half so irritated if I weren't down to half a pair, with the usual effects on the unsupported leg. I'm also waiting for the copy of BTO's Head On that I ordered through half.com, but that doesn't affect my leg and isn't so tardy.

He never met Will Rogers, I'd be willing to say

Last night was a complete bust as far as tending to matters domestic went. I had no energy at all by the time I got home, so I tossed a box dinner in the nuke and ate that instead of cooking anything. Went to bed early after some desultory programming work and some internet spaceships, where I did some mining, shot some rats, and got involved in a firefight against a Rook, which I wouldn't have if I'd known what it was. Didn't get blown up or podded, so it ended well.

Been meaning to say something about how electric the change in scenery has been over the last few weeks. At the beginning of April, not only was it raining and dismal for what seemed like days on end but the ground cover was relentlessly blah and colorless. Then, somewhere around mid-month, it stopped raining and all of a sudden WHAM. It was like God turned on the chlorophyll switch and made everything GREEN.

Seems there's a benefit reunion concert by Jason & the Scorchers down in Nashville on June 2 at the Exit/In. Just as well it's sold out (oh, there's tickets being scalped for it online, but :effort:) since it would be horribly tempting to jump in the Sportage and head down there. It's not like I can really afford the time or the money, though. As a consolation, I did find a copy of Both Sides of the Line, the second compilation of Fervor and Lost and Found online for $20, which is less than half what it's going for on Amazon and half.com.

On the other hand, I'm still waiting for the damn support stockings that I ordered A MONTH AGO to show up; wouldn't be half so irritated if I weren't down to half a pair, with the usual effects on the unsupported leg. I'm also waiting for the copy of BTO's Head On that I ordered through half.com, but that doesn't affect my leg and isn't so tardy.

Hard work

jariten has an LJ icon that proclaims "Being a DJ is hard work". I've had ample opportunity to reflect on that while listening to the Greg Ayres mix CD geekboyonline passed to me...while on one level the technology to do mixes and burn them onto media has advanced tremendously since the 1970s when you had to do this sort of thing with tape and scissors unless you had access to the extremely expensive sound gear in studios, the real work of crafting a seamless mix of danceable/interesting music has grown much more difficult.

The reason I say this is because there's just so much more music out there to be sampled and mixed, to say nothing of audio samples from TV and movies and anime. Then you have scratching and all the other effects. I used to think making AMVs was hard (and it is) but it pales by comparison with the effort involved in crafting a sixty-minute dance mix featuring everything from Dragonball Z and Santo to Pink Floyd, Eurobeat dance hits, and the Numa Numa song...and 'm sure I'm missing at least 75% of what's in there. Yeesh. I can't even imagine trying to do this sort of thing live.

Hard work

jariten has an LJ icon that proclaims "Being a DJ is hard work". I've had ample opportunity to reflect on that while listening to the Greg Ayres mix CD geekboyonline passed to me...while on one level the technology to do mixes and burn them onto media has advanced tremendously since the 1970s when you had to do this sort of thing with tape and scissors unless you had access to the extremely expensive sound gear in studios, the real work of crafting a seamless mix of danceable/interesting music has grown much more difficult.

The reason I say this is because there's just so much more music out there to be sampled and mixed, to say nothing of audio samples from TV and movies and anime. Then you have scratching and all the other effects. I used to think making AMVs was hard (and it is) but it pales by comparison with the effort involved in crafting a sixty-minute dance mix featuring everything from Dragonball Z and Santo to Pink Floyd, Eurobeat dance hits, and the Numa Numa song...and 'm sure I'm missing at least 75% of what's in there. Yeesh. I can't even imagine trying to do this sort of thing live.

It's funny. Laugh.

This little essay will sound grimly familiar to P. Been there, done that, and she bought the T-shirt.

Also, a helpful (sic) map of online communities, scaled by membership. (GMSV)

It's funny. Laugh.

This little essay will sound grimly familiar to P. Been there, done that, and she bought the T-shirt.

Also, a helpful (sic) map of online communities, scaled by membership. (GMSV)