:: a.whisper.in.water ::

:: Tuesday, July 08, 2003 ::

The Dirty Virtues of New Stuff
Holy shit, the digicam's here. As soon as I learn how to use school personal webspace (shut up, I'll get around to it), there's no way you all in TV Land won't be seeing the fruits of my avoiding labor. I've promised offensive pictures of balls, and so help me, balls will be gotten. We'll see how this thing fits into my life, or if the folks even let me keep it, as I'm probably going to D.C. again this coming weekend.

Holy shit, I haven't said anything about the vast virtues of Granddaddy's newest, Sumday. It's spacey and mellow, wholly nonoffensive, and full of cuteness. If you can find it anywhere, "Now It's On" is a superb demonstration of this appraisal.

I hate hate hate Rio. So much runaround, it makes me retch. I'm just going to start punching Indian people in the hopes that they're related to the incompetents who make me wait for new music. Maybe if the weather were better, I'd be better equipped to deal with their shit, but as it is none of that noise is to be played up in heah'. It might drown out the Granddaddy.

The next couple of days at work are bound to be full of nervousness and waffling, as the time has come (the walrus said) to finally wire up the samples themselves. I've got one in the oven (but it's nothing to do with me) right now, but it's a dead chip, one of two that I dropped. This one didn't make it, since it, unlike his brother who survived a 3-inch drop onto the AFM bench, this one hit the floor from about 4 feet. Fucked instantly.

Music: Wild guess?

:: Aziz 5:06 PM [+] ::
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