Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts

Saturday, March 7, 2009

I never meta grrl like you . . .




Meta-bloggery while waiting for the movie . . .

1. ISO a decent template for Blogger / Blogspot for this here blog. I thought I found one a bit ago, but is was just fscked. I found a number of blue/white WoW Wrath of the Litch King themes that were both smoking hot and Northrend-ice cool. However, I do NOT want a WoW theme; this blog is about more than WoW. Besides, I like green / yellow (my colors, natch). The "right" theme reminds me of what a former SCOTUS justice once said about pornography: I cannot define porn but I know it when I see it.

I failed my Will save against using an off-color joke: "How's the legal research going on that 1st amendment obscenity case, Mr. Chief Justice . . . ?"

The rest of the joke is left as an exercise for the mind's eye. Bring brain bleach if you need it.

2. I wish I had the mad HTML / graphics skillz to do my own CSS style sheet. I may know someone with those mad-level skillz . . .

3. Playlist: Presented herein is my "Crime" playlist. In the definition I include typical mano-a-man0 violence as well as piracy, roguery, highway robbery, etc. That's why the varous versions of "Whiskey in the Jar" make the list.


Finally, tomorow: I'm supposed to meet Erin somewhere for WoW discussons and planning for the guild. Or something.

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Now playing: The Rolling Stones - Tumbling Dice (Live)

Friday, March 6, 2009

SotR 2009-03-06

1. Work: Shorter monthly performance review at work: "Looks good." Pizza was served to the team. I eated some. It was good. Before SG was 100. After 2 hrs later 109. Lessons: Pizza is Not a Bad Thing. Unrestricted pizza is a Bad Idea for the insulin-challenged.

2. Health: One goal has been blown for the month. I had a serum glucose reading over 150 mg/dl 3 hrs after a meal Wednesday night. I later discovered that I'd missed a dose of insulin. Remedy: Daily routine modification -- inject evening dose of insulin as soon as I get home from work. Weight is down about a pound this week, right on target.

3. Socio-emotional: No gaming scheduled until 3/22 (Kitsune), nor is a hangout date in the works for the weekend. Yet. Know an unattached geek grrl who'd like to see Watchmen?

4. Music Matters: I've a new Wild Hair up my musical arse. I've started collecting various bands' versions / variations of the trad Celtic classic "Star of the County Down." Between Pladdhog's very uptempo take and "The Starbucks of the County Down," Emerald Rose's version is of course quite good . . . . I wonder if any of the Celtic-punk bands like Flogging Molly or Dropkick Murphys do that one? Since I started playing Mafia Wars over on Facebook, I've had various Rolling Stones tunes running through my head as I put "Don Gorgonzola" and his mafia through their virtual adventures in crime: "Gimme Shelter," "Tumbling Dice," "Hang Fire," and "One Hit (to the body)." I added other tunes about criminality to a playlist -- more about this later.

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Now playing: The Rolling Stones - Hang Fire

Monday, March 2, 2009

End of the Weekend Stuff

1. Dressing change went well; wounds continue to heal. My doc seems happy with my progress. Also: my aplication for FMLA was accepted. This will cover my, uhm, back at work if I need to miss work for appointments.
2. iKlear -- a cleaning solution formulated for Mac computers, iPods and LCDs -- is GOOD STUFF. I got some because I took a look at my MacBook one day and decided that I could no longer stand the way my keyboard, topcase and LCD looked anymore. Now my system looks NICE. Me likes. It also does a great job on eyeglasses and cell phones.
3. Musical strangeness -- I've been craving unusual music lately -- witness the music .sig below. Today I even heard some depths-of-the-70s fscking disco -- music like that from Saturday Night Fever that I hated when it dominated AM radio 30+ years ago -- and I actually enjoyed hearing it. This is not really nostelgia, not "your 50th birthday is in sight, time to mourn the passing of your youth," nothing like that at all. I mean, OutKast was what my stepsons were litening to (and dissing) five years ago, and some of those disco and old-school R&B moldie oldies nearly drove me up the wall back then.
4. Personal goals for the month of March. I haz them:
a. Visit Sophia and Sam in Berkeley, scheduled for 3/23 Monday.
b. Write one substantiative (one paragraph) O:M entry a day.
c. No serum glucose test results outside the Green Zone
d. Lose 5 pounds (a modest and realistic goal)
e. Socialize with someone in person and in realspace at least once a week.
f. Finish the O:M overhaul (almost done with this).
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Listening to: OutKast - Hey Ya!
via FoxyTunes

Friday, February 6, 2009

Red Roses and Dead Things: an album review

Disclosure: I game with Seanan and consider her a friend.

Seanan McGuire's new CD (signed #147/300) landed in my Mac's optical drive last night.

My initial reaction after one listen-through: O.M.F.G.W.T.F.B.B.Q.

This album is an exploration of mad science, romance and horror, both real and fictional. From rockers like the (totally!) NC-17 rated "You Get The Tickets" and "Maybe it's Crazy" to the Schoolhouse Rock style tune "The Black Death" (a nice Leslie Fish-esque teaching song) and "Another Mad Science Love Song" a duet with Filk Hall o' Famer Tom Smith, Red Roses and Dead Things delivers. Every song simply shines with Seanan's love of mad science (or is that MAD SCIENCE!), mind-blasting horror, and sweet sweet romance. RR&DT definitely puts the "romance" back in Necromancy!

And all of this just in time for St. Valentine's Day (as in the massacre . . .) for a mere $16 USD.

Musical details such as Seanan's vocals, the arrangements, insturmentals and general production values are much improved over her debut studio album, 2007's Stars Fall Home. On some of the songs on SFH, the insturmentals almost overpowered the vocals at times -- my favorite song from SFH, "Still Catch the Tide," suffered badly from this -- but there was a much better balance on RR&DT. Seanan's strongest musical virtue is her lyrics. Poetic, playful, sensual, evocative and at times downright randy -- Seanan's lyrics are, to paraphrase the words of another friend about cooking, an alchemy of phrase, word and rhyme. The front cover art -- a sexy drawing of Teh Blonde dual-wielding a deer rifle and pump shotgun, ready for action in the a zombie apocalypse and a hot date -- and the illustration on the back are quite nice, but the song list and printing of the lyric booklet need a bit of work. The type on the inside of the lyric booklet is small, and the song list on the inside and back covers are a very low contrast hard to read black-on-brown. Fortunately the song list lyrics to almost all of the songs are available online (thank Loki for text-scaling web browsers!), so this is but a quibble.

On balance, you owe it to yourself to get this CD. Even if you're not not mad about Science!
Or dead things.

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Watching the Inaguration . . .

They're playing "Simple Gifts" -- the tune to the Pagan version of Lord of the Dance.

Of course, this is also a Christian hymm...
HUZZAH!!!

And the Crowd goes wild!



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Now playing: By the Tree - Lord of the Dance
via FoxyTunes

Friday, January 2, 2009

Earworms for the New Year....

New songs that got stuck in my head this week. Some do not have lyrics. Some are iTunes finds, some are not.

1. Tom Smith, "I Fought the Troll"
2. Tom Smith & Leslie Fish, "Hope Eyre"
3. Mindi Abair, "Smile"
4. Michelle and Tony, "Rich Fantasy Lives" (better than Tom and Rob's original)
5. Tom Smith, "Superman Sex Life Boogie"

Sunday, December 21, 2008

Red Roses and Dead Things...

You know you want it.

"It" being one of my favorite "Full-of-WIN" people, newest album. Seanan Mcguire has more raw singing and songwriting talent in her toenail clippings than 99.95% of the human race has in an entire body. You owe it to your CD player, your iPod, and yes yourself to go hither RIGHT NOW!! to her site on teh innerweb and order a copy of this awesomeness.

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Listening to: Seanan McGuire - Evil Laugh
via FoxyTunes

Sunday, August 31, 2008

My (Rather Delayed) Reaction to Barack Obama's Acceptanc Speech

As a political junkie for over 40 years and someone who has delivered speeches to big crowds, I have to say one thing about Barack Obama's acceptance speech Thursday night: It was nothing less than a masterwork. I haven't heard such a speech in my entire life.

If you've never heard him speak, do so. Now.

The nomination of Barack Obama ensures that for the first time in my life, I am voting FOR someone. No "lesser of two evils" here, for me. Nor is it what has often been the case, the evil of two lessers. He has triumphed when people wrote him off, has persevered in the face of a multi-threaded smear-and-scare campaign, and has kept his cool throughout.

It feels good to support a winner, for a Change™

Finally, the song in my head:




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Listening to: R.E.M. - Imitation of Life (Live)
via FoxyTunes

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Things that make you say OI!

Worst. Album. Covers. EVAH!



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Now playing: The Kimberly Trip - I Wanna Date Your Avatar
via FoxyTunes

Friday, June 27, 2008

Tom Smith Fundraiser

We interrupt this blog for an urgent fund raising appeal.

I found out today that filker extraordinaire Tom Smith has suffered an injury and is facing a cubic metric butt load of medical bills.

A donation will get you download access to a whole lot of filkers singing many of Tom's songs.

We now return you to your irregularly scheduled insanity.
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Now playing: Tom Smith - Domino Death
via FoxyTunes

Thursday, March 27, 2008

Cheers and Jeers: O:M edition

So sue me, Bill in Portland Maine, over on Daily Kos. Remember who writes your performance reviews . . .

1. Cheers to Blizzard Entertainment. WoW patch 2.4 is out; Blizz dedicated it to the late, great Gary Gygax. Without EGG, WoW and Diablo would not exist. This patch is nowhere as massive in impact as 2.3 was; at least they fixed several annoyances.

1a. Jeers to breaking my damned UI mods, as usual. I guess you can't make an omlet without breaking UI mods . . . bastards.

2. Cheers to Seanan McGuire. Her Bardic Blondeness is coming to town this weekend. I haven't seen her in more than a decade, and I'm looking forward to paying my respects in person to one of my favorite multi-talented artists. She should be your favorite too. Check out her LJ, website and music for reasons why.

3. Cheers to over a century of fearless journalism. My new favorite political magazine is The Nation. I've been on their mailing list since forever, when ex#2 and I used to subscribe to the dead-tree edition of this august journal of liberal opinion. These guys have been around since the 1860s fighting for the abolition of slavery and continue to cover Stuff That Matters (sorry, Slashdot) like elections campaigns and ongoing corruption without accepting a single dime of corporate money.

4. Cheers to filkerTom-foolery: I thought I was hallucinating when I read that Tom Smith, aka the world's fastest filker, is going to be part of the entertainment for Eschacon'08, the lefty blogger con organized by the influential Atrios in Philadelphia this weekend. I'd love to see his set list for his performance . . . .

5. Jeers to sports memes as workplace motivation. Every company seekd competitive advantage through incentivizing its workforce through a variety of means. I have no problems with most of the ways Management motivate us worker bees. I don't even mind those STUPID motivation posters. However, few things this side of the Veil-between-Worlds piss me off more than big time sports. I was raised in a sports-saturated household. There was always sports on TV or the damned radio, and to hell with me if I wanted to watch something mind-streching like Star Trek or listen to music. To this day, I cannot stand sports or TV. This time, it's March Madness, the 63-game marathon men's college basketball tournament. Pick one of the 64 teams (preferably one that stands a chance of winning) as an identity and rank those corporate metrics against them. Frankly, I couldn't care less weather Gonzanga (sounds a stripper's stage name) or UConn or Louisville wins the damned thing. Please. Make Them Stop!

6. Cheers to the Nurses of Kaiser South Sacramento. My wound care issues brings me in contact with a lot of nurses. When I moved south last year I figured I'd have to move my care (which I did) and I worried about continuity and quality of care. Pam, Connie and Valarie, the triumvirate that change the dressings and track the progress of my wounds throughly impress me.

Sunday, March 2, 2008

The "Eh" Team, or They Came From Canada (via iTunes)

My newest acquisitions from iTunes are Stan Rogers and Enter The Haggis. The latter is currently touring Ireland with The Elders (which was how I found out about ETH).

ETH's bagpipe / fiddle combo rocks. And Stan's the man for hardcore folk from the Great White North(east) and maritime songs.


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Listening to: Stan Rogers - Barrett's Privateers
via FoxyTunes

Sunday, January 13, 2008

There and Back Again . . .

There's a good reason for the gap in my posting: I was in the hosptial for swelling and infected wounds in my legs. While I had my MB with me, I had no way to connect it to the Internet --I guess we're still a few years from what EarthLink founder Sky Dayton called "packetspace."

Ten days of almost no Internet (I had the browser on my cellphone, and that's it), coffee or TeeVee did not quite leave me a gibbering idiot. I was a near-run thing, though.

The most noteworthy aspect of this stay was that they (Kaiser) transferred me to a Kaiser-run skilled nursing facility (KPPACC) in San Leandro, about 100 miles from my current digs in South Sacramento.

I was not amused.

Highlight of my hospital visit: I successfully suppressed the urge to throttle by roommate at KPPACC. Idjit would have the remote for the one TV set the room had and play the most mind-destroying teevee other than political campaign ads or Fox News Channel: soap opeas and sports. Not only that, he'd read the damned paper with the fscking teevee on!

Whotta asshat. I wanted to stuff that remote down his throat, I was so pissed. I chose instead to employ my iPod -- stuffed with tunage from Leslie Fish, The Elders, Seanan McGuire and Flogging Molly -- and headphones to block out the sound; fortunately I had Civilization 3 loaded on the MB, a perfect non-Internet game for whiling away large blocks of time.

I also had The Sims 2 on my phone, another very good game. I'd never had the chance to play the game much until this trip to the hospital, and I got my money's worth from it during the ambulance ride to San Leandro.

M&D also brought me some spare underwear and Guinness pajama bottoms before I was shipped off to KPPACC. I wore the PJs for most of my stay at KPPACC. The tangerines helped stave off the hungries from the notoriously small (and utterly flavor-free) portions of Hospital Food® and the sugarless Jelly Bellies and Gummi Bears were treats I savored.

I managed to read William Gibson's Idoru as well -- I wouldn't say it was better than Neuromancer but it was better than Count Zero or Virtual Light.

At Kaiser South I encountered some utterly awesome nurses and a wonderful doc.

My daughter, bless her, came to pick me up and bring me home. Our first stop on the way home: Starbucks.


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Listening to: Sun Green & The Imitators with Neil Young & Crazy Horse & The Greendale Chamber of Commerce - Be the Rain
via FoxyTunes

Wednesday, January 2, 2008

"But you don't *look* Druish . . ." Feral Druids FTW!


The nice thing about WoW is that if you get tired of one class / race you can always try another. I got sick of the Blood Elf Paladin I played to 70, largely because once you get to 70, you become ltttle more than a band aid in plate mail. Nobody wants to play high level raids with a protection specialist (which I levelled to 70 as) or as a damage dealer because other classes do a better job in these roles). So, since I did not want to "just heal" and get blamed for dungeon wipe-outs, all I could do to get good gear for poor Chowndarr is play Player vs Player, which I detest.

So, I decided to try a Feral-specialist druid. Feral druids can heal (and often get to play band-aid in dungeons . . .) and they can do massive damage as shapeshifted stealth kitty-cats just like Assassination spec'd Rogues or "tank" like Rommel or Gurderian, better than a protection spec'd warrior in bear form. Like a paladin, shaman or priest, a druid can resurrect the dead, and like a mage or warlock they can do damage at a distance with spells. Unlike hunters, who needs a pet when you can shapeshift into an animal?

Not to mention that Rel is a handsome devil . . .

And, even better, with the 2.3 patch, it was quick getting to 54.

The current Elders song is teh roxxors. I've got it looping as Rel kicks butt in Felwood.


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Listening to: The Elders - Jailhouse of County Fife
via FoxyTunes

Sunday, December 30, 2007

Yet another reason I love iTunes

A $25 music card was left on my desk yesterday. I used it to complete my collection of albums from The Elders.

Hard to go wrong with a song about the Irish Brigade in the American Civil War, IMHO.



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Listening to: The Elders - True Believer
via FoxyTunes

Monday, December 10, 2007

Ever look for something for a long time . . .

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Listening to: Emerald Rose - Four Jacks
via FoxyTunes . . . and suddenly realize that you had it all along?

Case in point: the "Listening to . . " in this post.

A bit of background: I am utterly addicted to David Weber's Honor Harrington novel series. The Honorverse has been described as "space opera as if CS Forrester had written it." It's got exploding spaceships, Byzantine politics, Tech That Makes Sense, Sound Tactics (too much sf/f military fiction does not, sadly), historical allusions, action, adventure, telepathic cats with prehensile tails and opposable thumbs and characters to both admire and revile.

Anyway, back in 2000 or so, Baen Books, publisher of the series, put the whole series onto CD-ROM and distributed a copy of the disc with each hardcover of War of Honor. Anyway, I got that book and the disc, and gleefully synced the entire series' pdb files to three PDAs since then.

Also on the disc was the three Echo's Children filksongs set in the Honorverse. And until yesterday, I did not know it. I've been all over the web looking for "No Quarter!" -- I saw the lyrics on some random filk site last year, and as soon as I realize it was a Honorverse song, I had to have it!

Now I do . . . and it was worth the wait! I just hope the upcoming Honorverse books (three next year, pray to Sharon)

Many SF series get worse for wear as time goes on; this one gets better. I also recommend the books that are not part of the main sequence of the series, like Crown of Slaves and (most especially) The Shadow of Saganami. Also, unlike many series, reading them in publication order is best. My favorite of the whole series? The Shadow of Saganami, without a doubt. Followed closely by Honor Among Enemies, In Enemy Hands, and Echoes of Honor (which is something of a trilogy in terms of the ongoing story).

The song concerns what could well have been a scene in Echoes . . . but in Echoes the actual wording was "To all Grayson ships, the order is: Lady Harrington, and No Mercy!"

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Listening to: Echo's Children - No Quarter
via FoxyTunes

Thursday, November 22, 2007

What Am I Thankful For?

A very partial list . . .

Physical: A great job, a roof over my head, enough cash to pay the bills, bandwidth and the means to use it.
Social: Mom, Dad, Ron, Sophia and Sam. Friends like Michelle, David, Kayla, Matt, Richard, Sammy, Duncan, Isabel, Tim, Kate, Sue, Rachael, Don, Rob, Kajir, Heather, Dave, Diane, Gene, Aries, Nika, Mystique, Harley, Rita, Bug, Shalyn and Hillary.
Other: An awesome health care team led by Dr. Nelson . . . the fact that the evil that is Shrub will be out of office in about a year . . . RT and e-Tran . . . PCJ and Panera . . .the music that helped save my life this year: Seanan McGuire, The Elders, Emerald Rose, Leslie Fish, James Blunt, Tempest, Escape Key, Flogging Molly, Roy Zimmerman, Loreena Mckinnett, Niel Young and Weird Al Yankovic.
Media: Serenity / Firefly, D&D, World of Warcraft.

Friday, November 16, 2007

The very best thing about Leo . . .

Two words: TIME MACHINE.
Time Machine is the very best single reason for a Mac user to buy and install Leopard . . . and of you are a Windows user, the very best reason to go get a new Mac. Time Machine is a backup and restore utility. In a word, you can, at need, "go back in time" and restore your entire system or even a single file from any 1-hr increment in the last day, any day in the last month and any month thereafter. So, if in the middle of writing your master's thesis your MacBook Pro's internal HD packs it in, if you have TM and an external hard disk, you can restore the last backup (not to mention OS X, all your preferewnces, email, etc) of your thesis once the hard disk is replaced, and on you go.

You can restore a single file, your whole iTunes Library or thw whole fscking startup partition. No more need to use Target Disk Mode and another Mac. No more "log in as root, drag and drop your Home folder (c:\Documents and settings\yourname for you windows users) and HOPE you got it right." For some users, enabling the OS X "root" account is like handing a drunk with Tourette's Syndrome a greased grenade . . . only "sudo rm -R /* is capable of more damage in less time (think dropping to DOS, cd c:, then del *.*). No more Retrospect, .Mac backup 3.x (not a bad program, but it's about as intuitive as brain surgery when compared to TM) or needing to rely on a non-Apple solution.

Best of all, TM does this silently and automaticly..

Windows, by comparison, has "system restore" which is great for restoring Windows system files . . . but it does nto do jack about your master's thesis or your email, pics, music, videos or porn.

I had been looking forward to buying a new external hard drive to try this feature out once my finances allowed for it. Fortunately for me, I won a nice 250 gigabyte USB 2.0 drive today for quarterly sales performance. This is plenty of space to allow me to back up the 100 GB drive in my MacBook (currently about 40 gigs free). I'm going to put at least three partitions on the disk: one OS X for TM (I'm going to names it "HD Welles"), one also OS X (one just big enough to serve as a 10.5 startup disk, probably named "DaVinci" -- as in Leo-nardo) to install Leopard so I can boot off this drive at need and one formatted for FAT32 (Disk Utility does not speak Windows NTFS) so my good friends Michelle and David can back up their docs/music/pics/etc/omg/wtf/bbq.

Since the disk will be partitioned three ways, I think I'll call it "Gaul." Of course, people will look at me funny (not that they don't do that already . . .).

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Listening to: Styx - Suite Madame Blue
via FoxyTunes

Monday, November 12, 2007

I love Sac RT . . .

Yes. Really. However, in the words of one of Kevin Smith's characters in Clerks:
"This job would be great if it weren't for the fscking customers."
As far as I'm concerned, the Sacramento version of Light Rail rocks on toast. Back in the early 90s, I was without a car for about a year, and Light Rail was my main transportation. I did a lot of walking as well, but my terms on a bus were relatively few and far between.

Yes, I love Light Rail, but there are some things about the people on Sacramento RT and Elk Grove e-Tran that get on my fscking nerves. The bus would be great of it weren't for the the other passengers . . .

To wit:

1. Operators who converse on their cellphones (even with Bluetooth headsets) while driving the bus. OK, folks, this one really hjorked my spazz-button when I first saw it. During the duration of my ride on a bus, my very life and that of every other soul aboard that bus is in the hands of an operator who may be suffering from divided attention due to domestic drama or some other conversational or emotional state. I don't know what state law or sac RT's operating instructions say, but I'm going to find out if professional drivers are allowed to use wireless headsets and drive. In either case, if it is allowed, it's unprofessional at best and fscking dangerous to passengers.
2. Light Rail passengers who engage in extremely LOUD cellphone conversation about matters that should not be publicly shared. Folks, you may not be driving, but some of your cannot-help-but-overhear due to your LOUD voiced conversations are the very definition of Too Much Fscking Information. I'm all for free speech, and I'm barely shocked by what passes for conversational profanity anymore . . . but if you must discuss intimate details of your lives in my presence, could you please lower your voice?
3. LOUD cellphone ring tones. Yes, I understand that most of the ring tones sold from AT&T and other wireless providers are from popular tunes, and this art form consists of some very angry and profane speech. Again, I'm pro-First Amendment -- NOBODY has ANY right to tell you you cannot listen to or use part of a song for a ring tone on your cellphone. If you did your fellow passengers the dignity of turning down the volume on the ringer in public (and OFF in certain venues, like theaters, for the love of Eris), I'd be your very best friend.

3. Light Rail passengers who play their music aloud in direct violation of LRT rules. Guys, this one is posted as verboten on EVERY LRT car and every bus. Of all of my gripes, this one is the least excusable. After all, you cannot control when the phone rings or remember to turn it down, and I can understand it if you're deep into conversation and not practicing consideration for others. Why is there NO FSCKING EXCUSE? EVERY CD / mp3 player comes with headphones ...please use them, OK? If you do this, for me, and listen to your music with headphones, I'll refrain from blasting you with Tom Smith, Seanan McGuire, or going nuclear with bagpipe music.

5. RT rent a cops with that wannabe cop attitude. There was this Wackenhut guard at the Marconi-Arcade LRT station hassling some poor schmoe because he was standing between the tracks, waiting for the train. The next trains were several minutes out and the passenger was harmless, not drunk or otherwise whacked. Just standing there, looking up the tracks. The rent-a-cop on patrol looked to me for a minute he was about to go tactical on this poor guy. I got my phone out and set the video camera to record if the whack job of a security officer was about to Rodney King the passenger. The passenger finally realized that Dirty Harry meant business and sat down shaking his head. He saw my phone in camera mode and smiled his thanks.

I encountered more than a little of this attitude back when I worked as a security guard. I worked as a guard for a couple of reasons. Security was very easy work. In those days I had lost all confidence in my abilities as a technician and figured I could never work in the field again . . . so I took a job that required almost no thought whatsoever. It also was a job that allowed me to do child care during the day while Ex#1 worked and /or went to school. Among the high school dropouts and fellow losers (as I freely admit I was, back then) was a small number of people who thought a stint as a security guard would look good on a resume when they applied for the police department, other law enforcement agency, or (Goddess forbid!) the military. All I can say is that some of the extreme head cases left as soon as they realized we were in the observe-and-report business and not in the kick-ass-and-take-names industry. Some did manage to perform auto-rectocraniectomies. One colleague did become a Sacramento PD officer, another went into the Army as a military policeman.


At any rate, I had to vent. Don't let this rant keep you off public transit. I know, transit has its limitations and there are many times when you gotta drive . . . but taking transit when it is feasible helps reduce your carbon emissions footprint, which makes the Goddess smile. The exercise you get from walking to bus and train stops will make your healthcare provider smile, too.

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Listening to: Seanan McGuire - Dorothy
via FoxyTunes


Thursday, August 23, 2007

Musicstuff

For you iTunes fanatics: Foxy Tunes, the browser addon that allows you to control your music player (iTunes, or some others) from within your web browser (including Internet Exploder). Much coolness there...and in a new feature, it allows you to put a music signature line the one below into your blog posts. This little goodie supports LJ, Gmail, etc.

Item the second: I won these in a sales contest. I am impressed with this prize. While I am no audiophile, I really really have issues with what iPod earbuds do to my ears . . . and I don't like conventional audio headphones despite the great isolation they provide. Shur makes some very good earbuds with isolation you have to experience to believe it, but these sound better without stuffing memory foam in my poor abused audio canal. My speech-nerd daughter, she who says "You should never put anything smaller than your elbow in your ear canal," would approve.



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Listening to: Red Alert - Hell March
via FoxyTunes