Thursday, February 1, 2018

Well fuck

That job possibility went tits up faster than a hooker in the Oval Office.  Dammit.

Friday, January 12, 2018

Spreading the news

In most people's lives, you are considered lucky if you get to reboot once or twice.  Pick up all your belongings, travel to a new destination, begin again, fresh.

I don't so much reboot that way... my changes are more akin to Morty incurring the wrath of the squirrels or Cronenberging an entire planet, and having to scuttle off to a side universe and hope nobody notices the me-sized lump of freshly dug dirt in the backyard.

Seems like things are lining up for me to do that again.  Not sure I'm really digging it.  After all, if I have another stroke, pretty sure that means this time I will be a goner, so I better start practicing dialing with my left hand.

Also, it would shine an unwelcome light on me, and I really don't relish flotsam and jetsam from my past washing up to pretend nothing's wrong because of my situation.

Also I am pretty sure the pizza sucks.

Thursday, December 7, 2017

Oh, cock a doodle doo, crazy

While finally seeming to get over this atrocious sickness and being able to cough up some phlegm to clear my lungs, I have noticed that another bit of sputum has decided to rouse its presence.

Hello.  Perhaps I didn't make it clear before-- this is a log of the sickness I battle inside my head every day.  I do not retract past blog posts... they accurately reflect my feelings at the time, if not now.  If I haven't been clear enough, my lifelong attitude has "Want out of my life?  I completely understand.  If you wish, go.  Do not assume you'll be let back in, however."

I don't know why anybody would want to, honestly, so I fail to see how telegraphing me once again is going to accomplish anything.  What, am I worried about the Ex?  No, he seems happy, good on him.  Voldemort?  His meth addiction early in his life has probably erased me from his elderly brain as he approaches early senility, so honestly, good on him as well.  There is really nobody else who will miss me once I've evacuated this planet, and I'm quite satisfied with where I am today, so... perhaps you need to get a life focusing on bettering yourself?  Go play Uno or something with the people who allow you to be around.

Message ends.

Monday, November 27, 2017

The wyrm is turning

Oh, thank you, livejournal, for returning from the dead to send me emails reminding me of all the wrong decisions I've made with my life.  I fully expect an AIM chatbot window to open and ask me if I'd like to come down to the Slade rest area and fuck, now.

Wednesday, September 13, 2017

The current regime

The job is a bit surprising.  I keep learning new ways to make what starts out sounding ordinary to standing out with subtle effects.  I am learning about making music using loop based files, and relied on it heavily for this production I just finished.  I am learning that pauses in the scoring can actually strengthen the action and emotion by highlighting one word, or phrase.  

I am also finding myself referencing other bits of drama when I'm putting together a show.  And it's not just finding sound-alike music I can use... for example, there is a track that is obviously inspired from the Matt Smith-era of Doctor Who.  I thought it was a coincidence at first, but then I saw the track's title was "The Ginger Girl," and didn't use it.  

BUT I did do a show where I slid in lots of Tarrantino references... all of it completely legal to use, we've got the license... and the one I just finished has a John Carpenter-feel to it.  In fact, as I've started using and layering loops for my scores, I'm starting to understand how people like Carpenter and Trent Reznor create their stuff... of course, they really create their stuff, I'm just buying loops and emulating them.  But I also bought Acid (now owned by Magix) and am looking to buying Kontakt, as that seems to be the program all the cool kids are using.

I do, however, miss the old days of imaging, of just being able to sample some cool piece of music I heard in a movie... I doubt those days will ever return.

I actually had a whole post I was going to write about the Trump regime after this brief prelude, but I think I'll get back to the shows.

Wednesday, September 6, 2017

That feeling when...

...you are ripping your DVD collection because why not and you find one of your favorite documentaries that you'd last lent to somebody who hung out with your crowd when you didn't want to because you didn't really care for him even if "the crowd" liked him so you lend it and get it back and pack it away until just now when you have to clean it because it looks like he slathered his semen all over the backs of the discs which might not be hyperbole because he was a bit of a slut.

That feeling is EW and it makes me glad for bittorrent.