| | Well after yelling my guts out tonight I shall embark upon a bus bound for NYC. For insanity and family. Should be entertaining. | comments: Leave a comment  |
| Just in case you are having a good day, here's a little something to ruin it: The original LOLrus died.
Over a year ago now. But I didn't know.
We each get to grieve in our own way. You will have your bukkit returned to you.
Such is the mystery of god. | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment  |
| This is what the last bastion of our civilization will look like:
All the great accomplishments of this civilization are incredibly intangible. If computers were to lose power what would remain to tell descendants of the world we live in? All the books - well, lets just some most if not all - would disintegrate in about 50years, the acid in the pages tearing themselves apart.
But there could a few self contained bunkers such as above, keeping the torch of technology burning bright while the dark ages consume the outside.
his underground data center has greenhouses, waterfalls, German submarine engines, simulated daylight and can withstand a hit from a hydrogen bomb. It looks like the secret HQ of a James Bond villain.
And it is real. It is a newly opened high-security data center run by one of Sweden’s largest ISPs, located in an old nuclear bunker deep below the bedrock of Stockholm city, sealed off from the world by entrance doors 40 cm thick (almost 16 inches).
and the Earths magnetic field is drifting by 40km a year, up from 10km a year a century ago.
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| Well, we've got the EP recorded. Still plenty yet to do before we can get this pressed, though I'd like to have this out before the new year its just not going to happen, which is a shame but not the end of the world.
Was draining as hell though, two straight days in a dingy basement, screaming my guts out. I'm please with the product though, its got good separation and I like the tone. Since it was recorded digitally, sounds dead as fuck though. Which is going to end up with us(read me) shilling out for mastering, which was something I was hoping to be able to skip on this EP, but since its our first makes the most sense to get the best sound.
I;m most excited about mixing though, hopefully I can hook myself up with some application which has support for Logic files so I can try my hand at with these recordings. Mixings my favourite thing, just labour over minutae... don't really want to do it in the studio, as I want to be able to make things as grungy as possible and I think our engineer wouldn't be too into the sounds I think I want.
Now I've got to get my head back in workspace, instead of just spacing out. | comments: Leave a comment  |
| Last night as I bid the few of you adieu, I lay down into sleep. The annoying sleep of transitive personae, and panicked past. The post was merely a wish to solidify these wafting dreams into something to quantify as my logical mind is so want to do.
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| In my sleep each night I am building worlds. Carefully mentoring, creating and nuturing each peace and methodically placing them where they should go.
Each night I build these worlds only to have them fall apart on me before dawn is even near. Watching all the carefully laid stones shatter and scatter into a million chaotic pieces. For the next four hours I struggle to contain the pieces, fearful I may lose some sliver and the whole would never be complete again.
In my sleep,I toss and turn in that nether region between unconsciousness and awareness. I toss and turn for hours. Begging and pleading the pieces to just stay where I put them, that I cannot keep track of all their chaotic movements, that all I want is to place them in an order. An order which befits their shape, their intent, their very nature.
I toss and turn and wake into dawn's drear grey and crawl under the covers and mourn the loss of these carefully crafted worlds, cursing my inability to hold them together by will.
That is until my cat has had enough of my shit and jumps on my head.
Well, back to it. G'night. | comments: Leave a comment  |
| What Your Music Says About You…. (As Though It Doesn’t Say Enough Already) via newidentity666 1. Put your music player on shuffle. 2. Press forward for each question. 3. Use the song title as the answer to the question. ( meme of random musicness ) | comments: Leave a comment  |
| RIP The Father of Rewinding (aka. one of my favourite sounds)
Late Tuesday night, at approximately 10:20PM ET, my maternal grandfather, Bert Praetorius, passed away at approximately 90 years of age...During World War II, he worked for the US Army in signals intelligence (SIGINT) along the east coast of the United States and Canada in efforts to help locate and track German U-boats. After the war, he was honorably discharged and returned to New York City to work for NBC as an electrical engineer, often working on broadcasts of Yankees games (he knew and was friends with many of the players, including many who are considered "greats" today). It was here that he developed the technology for rewinding to work properly (think of something like when you're watching tv and you see someone drop an egg on the sidewalk, and then you'll see the entire think in reverse flawlessly, without the lines you would see like when you would try to do the same with a tape in the VCR- and remember, at this time, this was many years before the advent of home video recording). For this, he received little recognition, despite the now complete ubiquity of his invention...I just felt that it was important to let at least some people know who he was, as his invention, while it likely hasn't actually affected your life much at all, is something with which almost everyone is likely familiar and has never even thought about, as well as him just having had an interesting life.
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| "There's no question that we are in a mass extinction spasm right now," said David Wake, professor of integrative biology at UC Berkeley . . . New species arise and old species die off all the time, but sometimes the extinction numbers far outweigh the emergence of new species. Extreme cases of this are called mass extinction events, and there have been only five in our planet's history, until now.
The sixth mass extinction event, which Wake and others argue is happening currently, is different from the past events. "My feeling is that behind all this lies the heavy hand of Homo sapiens," Wake said. [...] The global amphibian extinction is a particularly bleak example of this drastic decline. In 2004, researchers found that nearly one-third of amphibian species are threatened, and many of the non-threatened species are on the wane.
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| I was born with two ankle bones in my left leg.
Well no, thats a bit of a misnomer. I was born with one ankle bone and a calcium deposit just below it. As I was a child it was simply characterized as a 'weak ankle', any prolonged running on it caused agonizing pain. Along with running, skating was pretty much out of the question, despite the creek behind my house and my love of hockey I could barely skate my entire childhood without limping for days on end. Largely didn't stop me, but gave my childhood friends the impression I was just a big whiney cry-baby.
With the onset of puberty, the calcium deposit solidified and I grew to limp more, pretty much ending any hopes of being a football goaltender as my instep made it impossible to leap, just or move more then a few feet effectively (also, I'm a short guy, so that didn't really help my chances nor effectiveness in goal). When I was about twelve years old my left ankle swoll up to twice its normal size and my instep and limping grew even more pronounced. After a few months of this my parents had given up on my family doctor telling me to just take Ibuprofen and 'the swelling would go down' and they took me to CHEO (Children's Hospital of Eastern Ontario, kinda like Sick Kid's here in Toronto) where it was discovered that I was a mutant.
I was born with two ankle bones.
They told me and my Mother that if they didn't smash apart my ankle, remove the excess bone and restructure my ankle I would have to walk with a cane by 'the end of high school'. They'd also need to take a swatch of fat from my body to insert into my ankle to ensure that it would move easily (as it turns out, they had to take the fat from my hip as my ass was too bony, go figure). As such my parent's (and I) made the wise choice to have the surgical procedure.
It was over soon and the procedure was hailed as an overwhelming success, despite the intense vomiting I experienced as a result of an allergic reaction to the anesthetic. Supposedly I am in a Medical textbook somewhere, or so they lied to me when I was a child.
For months afterwards I couldn't shake the feeling that all I had experienced since waking up from the anesthetic was some sort of hallucination brought on by my reaction to the anesthetic, and that soon I would wake up yet again in the hospital and be told I had been in some sort of coma since after the surgery. This was my grade six year.
And there are still days, like today, when I feel so disconnected from any real part of existence, that I still expect to wake up in that hospital bed again, twelve years old and vomiting profusely. | comments: 4 comments or Leave a comment  |
| I am on a quest.
No, not a quest in which I slay orcs and orges in a vain quest for gold, silver and electrum pies (though as a side note, that would be badass) but a quest in which I search for a Dry White Wine which is not abhorrent. The driving reasoning behind said quest is that: the summer is way to fucking hot and humid for me to reasonably drink my preffered selection of reds, mainly because I will not sully red wine by chillng it *shudder-to-think* and damn it isa sick of beer as my chilled alcool beverage.
The problem mainly being that I have shunned white wine for so very long as well, in my eyes it's barely wine at all, and as such I know shit all about it.
I have found that I do enjoy a fine Pinot Grigio (in the most literal sense, it's gotta be near $20 a bottle if I am going to enjoy drinking it) but would like to be able to find a few other vintages that I don't loathe.
So now I roll my wine detection ability (2d10 of course) against my bodrerline alcolohism saving throw (d20 since you asked) and wait for the DM(would be awesome I'd I coils make this a wine referring abbreviation instead of just Dungeon Master, but I still win right?) to make his calls.
I really fucking hope that I don't end up some bullshit Orcenbrau... | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment  |
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