New 5.1 goodness
The other night the One Big Loud Guy came by with disc five of the Beatles Anthology. The documentary has a few segments where a full song is allowed to play with some video for you to watch. The video is either footage of the band recording, playing live or doing Beatle things if no live footage or studio footage is available. The music tracks are remixed in 5.1. You have never heard I am the Walrus until you have heard it in 5.1 goodness. It's like hearing the song for the first time again.
What I don't understand is why the Beatles catalogue has not been released on DVD audio. I'd buy that shit. If Don Henley's End of Innocence can be given 5.1 treatment why not then the Beatles? How about some Hendrix? Some Tom Waits? Shit, anything except the dang Eagles.
By the way I did get a chance to listen to the Flaming Lips 5.1 mix of Yoshimi and it was incredible.
Wednesday, November 30, 2005
OK, that's enough of that
Umm...time for a new book. This one will be a children's fantasy novel.
Skordongo: Lord of the Monkey People
Long before there were big people, the little people flourished. The little people lived in trees and ate what the Maker provided for them. They were happy and lived long fruitful lives, except for criminal monkeys who stole. They were executed at the zenith of every full moon. All other monkeys, though, lived obliviously happy lives since they were monkeys and didn't pay much attention to anything that didn't involve acquiring food or pleasuring themselves.
Skordongo, Lord of the Monkeys was different. He had many other monkeys that acquired, prepared and served him food. He had a wide variety of other monkeys that pleasured him at all hours of the day (except when he was too sore). He had a comfortable bed and was never cold and rarely was he ever too warm. He was allowed, then, to cast his mind out like a net and ponder the mysteries of life.
Umm...time for a new book. This one will be a children's fantasy novel.
Skordongo: Lord of the Monkey People
Long before there were big people, the little people flourished. The little people lived in trees and ate what the Maker provided for them. They were happy and lived long fruitful lives, except for criminal monkeys who stole. They were executed at the zenith of every full moon. All other monkeys, though, lived obliviously happy lives since they were monkeys and didn't pay much attention to anything that didn't involve acquiring food or pleasuring themselves.
Skordongo, Lord of the Monkeys was different. He had many other monkeys that acquired, prepared and served him food. He had a wide variety of other monkeys that pleasured him at all hours of the day (except when he was too sore). He had a comfortable bed and was never cold and rarely was he ever too warm. He was allowed, then, to cast his mind out like a net and ponder the mysteries of life.
Smooching in the Bloody Stacks
Chapter One (continued)
While Roger was fixated on his Yahoo billiards game Bob continued to email his wife. The wife he thought loved him as much as he loved her and Roger combined. Not the wife that was plotting his murder at the hands of his boss/boyfriend. Bob paused in his email, he was stuck for a synonym for "ball wash." He had already used the term three times in the email to his wife and Bob was a believer in good writing. If you couldn't be creative, even in an email to the old lady, then why bother writing at all. He said this to Roger. Roger looked up from his Yahoo billiards game, which he was losing horribly, he couldn't goof off as much as he liked now that he was in charge of the monkey house.
"What?" He said.
"I said, if you can't be bothered to write well in an email then why bother writing at all?"
Roger looked at him for a second. "Don't you fucking have something you should be doing?"
"I'm writing an email to the wife."
"Yeah, I know. What number is that today? Five? Six?"
"Seven, but the first one was before we opened."
"We open at nine. You came in at 8:30 and were on the clock while writing that email."
"I love you."
"Leave me alone for a while, OK?"
Bob finished up the email and sent it off to his wife Becky.
Becky was at work also. She opened the recent email from Bob with a sigh. Email number seven was even more explicit than the borderline pornography he had sent earlier. God, she wished for the thousandth time, if only he was as good in the sack as he was in emails, phone calls and leering looks.
Becky was a fallen librarian. She was suspended and had her certification revoked the year before for screaming at a homeless man who wanted a toll free number for a milk bottling plant in British Columbia. In was considered one of the great flip outs in the history of the library system she worked for. Now she was a stripper at the Platinum Pooter on the west side of town.
Chapter One (continued)
While Roger was fixated on his Yahoo billiards game Bob continued to email his wife. The wife he thought loved him as much as he loved her and Roger combined. Not the wife that was plotting his murder at the hands of his boss/boyfriend. Bob paused in his email, he was stuck for a synonym for "ball wash." He had already used the term three times in the email to his wife and Bob was a believer in good writing. If you couldn't be creative, even in an email to the old lady, then why bother writing at all. He said this to Roger. Roger looked up from his Yahoo billiards game, which he was losing horribly, he couldn't goof off as much as he liked now that he was in charge of the monkey house.
"What?" He said.
"I said, if you can't be bothered to write well in an email then why bother writing at all?"
Roger looked at him for a second. "Don't you fucking have something you should be doing?"
"I'm writing an email to the wife."
"Yeah, I know. What number is that today? Five? Six?"
"Seven, but the first one was before we opened."
"We open at nine. You came in at 8:30 and were on the clock while writing that email."
"I love you."
"Leave me alone for a while, OK?"
Bob finished up the email and sent it off to his wife Becky.
Becky was at work also. She opened the recent email from Bob with a sigh. Email number seven was even more explicit than the borderline pornography he had sent earlier. God, she wished for the thousandth time, if only he was as good in the sack as he was in emails, phone calls and leering looks.
Becky was a fallen librarian. She was suspended and had her certification revoked the year before for screaming at a homeless man who wanted a toll free number for a milk bottling plant in British Columbia. In was considered one of the great flip outs in the history of the library system she worked for. Now she was a stripper at the Platinum Pooter on the west side of town.
Tuesday, November 29, 2005
November Novel Writing Month
OK, I've decided to go ahead and start. I don't have time to register with the site because time is so short so I'll just start now. This is an erotic thriller set in a large library in a mid-sized city. The library is attatched to a high school. The book is called
Smooching in the Bloody Stacks
Chapter One
Bob and his boss, Roger, were playing footsie under the reference desk as they were simultaneously emailing Bob's wife. Bob was writing that about how he couldn't wait to get home and lay her down and Roger was writing about how he couldn't wait for her to wear Bob out tonight so she he could enter through the broken sliding glass door of their home and murder his underling and free the woman he loved from the insufferable nerd next to him. "The insufferable nerd with the tiny dingus," he thought and then typed. He saved the draft as a teenager from the school came up to the desk.
"Can I help you?" Roger axed.
"Yeah, um...which way is the restroom?"
"It's behind you..."
"...and to the left" Bob interrupted.
God, I hate when he does that, Roger thought. He bit his tongue and did his best to bury his rage. The times when Bob would interrupt him while he answered the simplest questions almost caused Roger to throw himself down the stairs in front of the desk in hopes of breaking his neck on the way down. Jesus, did this tool sitting next to him actually think he was incapable of telling a brain dead teenager how to get to the fucking men's room? Was it a contest he was playing with himself to see how rude he could be before being told to fuck off? It was illogical and had no answer. It just made Roger more anxious to whack the dill hole.
"Roger," Bob whispered, "You're hurting my foot."
"Oops, sorry. I guess we should stop for a while."
"Yeah, I guess so. You were pressing down so hard I thought you were going to break a bone in my foot."
"Sorry, go back to emailing your wife. I'm going to play Yahoo Billiards."
More to come. I bet you can't wait.
OK, I've decided to go ahead and start. I don't have time to register with the site because time is so short so I'll just start now. This is an erotic thriller set in a large library in a mid-sized city. The library is attatched to a high school. The book is called
Smooching in the Bloody Stacks
Chapter One
Bob and his boss, Roger, were playing footsie under the reference desk as they were simultaneously emailing Bob's wife. Bob was writing that about how he couldn't wait to get home and lay her down and Roger was writing about how he couldn't wait for her to wear Bob out tonight so she he could enter through the broken sliding glass door of their home and murder his underling and free the woman he loved from the insufferable nerd next to him. "The insufferable nerd with the tiny dingus," he thought and then typed. He saved the draft as a teenager from the school came up to the desk.
"Can I help you?" Roger axed.
"Yeah, um...which way is the restroom?"
"It's behind you..."
"...and to the left" Bob interrupted.
God, I hate when he does that, Roger thought. He bit his tongue and did his best to bury his rage. The times when Bob would interrupt him while he answered the simplest questions almost caused Roger to throw himself down the stairs in front of the desk in hopes of breaking his neck on the way down. Jesus, did this tool sitting next to him actually think he was incapable of telling a brain dead teenager how to get to the fucking men's room? Was it a contest he was playing with himself to see how rude he could be before being told to fuck off? It was illogical and had no answer. It just made Roger more anxious to whack the dill hole.
"Roger," Bob whispered, "You're hurting my foot."
"Oops, sorry. I guess we should stop for a while."
"Yeah, I guess so. You were pressing down so hard I thought you were going to break a bone in my foot."
"Sorry, go back to emailing your wife. I'm going to play Yahoo Billiards."
More to come. I bet you can't wait.
Quote book
"'Some of you are bad and kill other kinds of life. Others of you are good and protect life'
Thought I, is that all there is to good and bad?" - Cordwainer Smith
Yesterday I got my package from Amazon. In it was the book Science Fiction Quotations edited by Gary Westfahl. I like it although it doesn't have a single quote from Lord of Light by Roger Zelazny. It has a section on God and that's all that awesome book is about is god and faith. Strange, thinkest me.
One more. "Honor is only a label they use for what they want you to do, Chernon. They want you to stay, so they call staying honorable." - Sheri S. Tepper
OK, I can tell you would like another one: "There ought not to be anything in the whole universe that man can't poke nose into - that's the way we're built and I assume that there's some reason for it." Robert Heinlein
"'Some of you are bad and kill other kinds of life. Others of you are good and protect life'
Thought I, is that all there is to good and bad?" - Cordwainer Smith
Yesterday I got my package from Amazon. In it was the book Science Fiction Quotations edited by Gary Westfahl. I like it although it doesn't have a single quote from Lord of Light by Roger Zelazny. It has a section on God and that's all that awesome book is about is god and faith. Strange, thinkest me.
One more. "Honor is only a label they use for what they want you to do, Chernon. They want you to stay, so they call staying honorable." - Sheri S. Tepper
OK, I can tell you would like another one: "There ought not to be anything in the whole universe that man can't poke nose into - that's the way we're built and I assume that there's some reason for it." Robert Heinlein
Monday, November 28, 2005
Friday, November 25, 2005
5.1 heaven
I've been thinking about it for a while and today I decided that it was pointless to have a DVD player and nice speakers and not have a receiver that has 5.1 capabilities. I was out farting around today and after I ate my brunch I said fuck it and drove to Best Buy and bought a Pioneer receiver. Holy crap, it sounds good. Band of Brothers has never sounded so good. The Lord of the Rings movies have never sounded so good. Football? It sounds good too (there were a couple of college games on and I checked them out for a few minutes). Now if I can just convince Wendell to go out to his car and get that 5.1 version of the Flaming Lips album Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots. I gots to hear that in 5.1 goodness.
I've been thinking about it for a while and today I decided that it was pointless to have a DVD player and nice speakers and not have a receiver that has 5.1 capabilities. I was out farting around today and after I ate my brunch I said fuck it and drove to Best Buy and bought a Pioneer receiver. Holy crap, it sounds good. Band of Brothers has never sounded so good. The Lord of the Rings movies have never sounded so good. Football? It sounds good too (there were a couple of college games on and I checked them out for a few minutes). Now if I can just convince Wendell to go out to his car and get that 5.1 version of the Flaming Lips album Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots. I gots to hear that in 5.1 goodness.
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
Rock and Roll and Bittorrent
Thursday night me and a few friends joined up at the Tremont Music Hall here in Charlotte for a Drive By Truckers show. The Drive By Truckers have entered that hallowed space in my personal music pantheon of "must see" show. There are a lot of people on the "must see" show list. People like Tom Waits, Modest Mouse, Primus, Neil Young, Tom Waits, Kenny Brown and, of course, Tom Waits. The nice thing about the Drive By Truckers is that they actually come to my town at least once a year now. I think if you want to see Tom Waits you have to fly to Berlin once every five years.
How was the Drive By Truckers? It was as good as the last three times I've seen them. Every time I've seen them I've walked out of the venue thinking that the show couldn't have been better. They are just that good. If they ever come to your town you should go see them. They play rock and roll like it's supposed to be played: loudly and with a joyful enthusiasm. Of the five of us that went I was the only one that had seen them before. Three of them were blown away and raved as we left. Sam left early but I'm sure he had a good time. I guess I should email Sam and found out how he felt about it.
A day or so later an email came through on the Drive by Truckers email list that someone had posted to bittorrent a copy of the show. I've been wondering just how bittorrent works and I read up on it, got really confused, tried it, saw how it worked, realized it's just counter-intuitive and not all that hard. Bittorrent rocks. So far I've downloaded two recent Drive by Truckers show and Neil Young's performance at Farm Aid. Me happy.
Thursday night me and a few friends joined up at the Tremont Music Hall here in Charlotte for a Drive By Truckers show. The Drive By Truckers have entered that hallowed space in my personal music pantheon of "must see" show. There are a lot of people on the "must see" show list. People like Tom Waits, Modest Mouse, Primus, Neil Young, Tom Waits, Kenny Brown and, of course, Tom Waits. The nice thing about the Drive By Truckers is that they actually come to my town at least once a year now. I think if you want to see Tom Waits you have to fly to Berlin once every five years.
How was the Drive By Truckers? It was as good as the last three times I've seen them. Every time I've seen them I've walked out of the venue thinking that the show couldn't have been better. They are just that good. If they ever come to your town you should go see them. They play rock and roll like it's supposed to be played: loudly and with a joyful enthusiasm. Of the five of us that went I was the only one that had seen them before. Three of them were blown away and raved as we left. Sam left early but I'm sure he had a good time. I guess I should email Sam and found out how he felt about it.
A day or so later an email came through on the Drive by Truckers email list that someone had posted to bittorrent a copy of the show. I've been wondering just how bittorrent works and I read up on it, got really confused, tried it, saw how it worked, realized it's just counter-intuitive and not all that hard. Bittorrent rocks. So far I've downloaded two recent Drive by Truckers show and Neil Young's performance at Farm Aid. Me happy.
Monday, November 21, 2005
Crash
The other night I saw the movie Crash with a friend and it was a strange movie experience. Parts of the movie were riveting, others were manipulative and boring. It was odd to enjoy and roll my eyes at a movie at regular intervals like a slowly revolving emergency light. It was obvious that they makers of this movie were trying to make a great movie about race relations in L.A. They made a movie that was interesting enough to not even consider turning off. At least they went for it, I guess that's saying something.
The other night I saw the movie Crash with a friend and it was a strange movie experience. Parts of the movie were riveting, others were manipulative and boring. It was odd to enjoy and roll my eyes at a movie at regular intervals like a slowly revolving emergency light. It was obvious that they makers of this movie were trying to make a great movie about race relations in L.A. They made a movie that was interesting enough to not even consider turning off. At least they went for it, I guess that's saying something.
Sunday, November 20, 2005
Isn't that nice?
I just saw in a news story that the president now says that debate over Iraq is good. This is just days after his pit bull Cheney was back in dissenters-as-traitors mode. Isn't that nice of Bush allowing that dissent and discussion is now good for our government? Truly, a great leader is emerging here.
I just saw in a news story that the president now says that debate over Iraq is good. This is just days after his pit bull Cheney was back in dissenters-as-traitors mode. Isn't that nice of Bush allowing that dissent and discussion is now good for our government? Truly, a great leader is emerging here.
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