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Nov. 21st, 2007 10:12 pmSpent last night watching a series called 'The History of Rock and Roll'. Unfortunately very heavy on the Hendrix and Dylan. Totally omitted Peter Green, but mentioned John Mayhall. Left out Alexis Corner, whom I've always felt was a bigger influence on the early London scene. Was puff really and meant for the bigger audience, but I always hate it to see Santana playing some covers and the original artist not existing. Sure, it's a great cover, but props to the genius who wrote it, no?
William has upgraded my monitor. He took away the one I'd had since college and gave me a new-ish 17" one or something. It's too big, don't like it. There's no room on the shelf anymore for my speakers or pens, and I have to sit back an extra foot from the table just to see it all. So the keyboard's on my lap and it's really uncomfortable. Have shrunk the picture down and it's still not the same. Think I'll try taping my speakers up to the shelves and putting another table behind the computer desk (with new-improved monitor on the additional stand) so things line up again and I can function. It's like my 242's - I know what that monitor looks like so I like it. Doesn't distort the images and I know how they'll look on any system. Hell knows what this one is displaying like, but I can see it's not the same. Gonna throw my photo editing out the window. :( But, he's a man and doesn't think like I do. It's new and bigger, so it must be better.
Suddenly I get Friday off after all. Rita decided to close the office because in all the 20 years the office has been open business has been zero on the day after Thanksgiving. Everyone else is closed and no one expects us to be open. So I guess they decided not to pay me either and close. Nice. If I'd known in advance I would have gone to visit my father. Nice of her to wait until last minute. I hope I don't need the day's pay to cover any extra bills or anything. Not like Christmas is coming up or anything.
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babzz told me that the Stone Gods website is finally up. I don't love it. Actually, I can't tell the difference between the one track they've put up and a dozen or so other bands that are being rotated on K-Rock. It is Lit? Nickleback? Fuel? Buckcherry? Hinder? They all sound the same. And now Dan's right there with the rest of them. A&R would hit skip and bin it. I did. Poor Richie. It's good, as good as it can be, but there's no panache or humour to it anymore. The fun's gone. Sounds like they way compressed and maybe even normalized his vocal track. Ah well. I'll give it a listen if they put out some more, but it's as I feared over a year ago when things split. I don't like their new stuff. Time on the Hawkins bandwagon has come to an end.
Thanksgiving tomorrow. Annual American celebration of taking advantage of and finally decimating the native population. Sounds like a good idea for a feast to me!
European: (knocks on longhouse door)
Native: Eh?
E: Hi! I'm (British, Spanish, Portugese, etc) and I claim this land for (insert home country here)!
N: Yes, well, that's nice, but you see I already live here and have my farm ready for next year and Sally's due to have the baby soon...
E: Nice to meet you, now if you'll take this case of small pox and walk across the desert I'm sure you'll find a new place to live over that way.
N: Perhaps you don't speak the language. We already live here. Have for thousands of years.
E: Sure, sure. (cough) Well, won't matter anyhow, you'll be dead soon. (polishes muskett)
N: I think you'd better leave.
E: Oooh! (elbows in house) Is that a turkey I see roasting? Don't mind if I do! (grabs maize and bread from children) Muah muah muah!!!
So, this Thanksgiving, make sure to thank God for creating communicible diseases and projectile weaponry. Otherwise America would still be controlled by it's rightful owners and none of us would have to worry about baking massive quantities of fruit pies tonight.
William has upgraded my monitor. He took away the one I'd had since college and gave me a new-ish 17" one or something. It's too big, don't like it. There's no room on the shelf anymore for my speakers or pens, and I have to sit back an extra foot from the table just to see it all. So the keyboard's on my lap and it's really uncomfortable. Have shrunk the picture down and it's still not the same. Think I'll try taping my speakers up to the shelves and putting another table behind the computer desk (with new-improved monitor on the additional stand) so things line up again and I can function. It's like my 242's - I know what that monitor looks like so I like it. Doesn't distort the images and I know how they'll look on any system. Hell knows what this one is displaying like, but I can see it's not the same. Gonna throw my photo editing out the window. :( But, he's a man and doesn't think like I do. It's new and bigger, so it must be better.
Suddenly I get Friday off after all. Rita decided to close the office because in all the 20 years the office has been open business has been zero on the day after Thanksgiving. Everyone else is closed and no one expects us to be open. So I guess they decided not to pay me either and close. Nice. If I'd known in advance I would have gone to visit my father. Nice of her to wait until last minute. I hope I don't need the day's pay to cover any extra bills or anything. Not like Christmas is coming up or anything.
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Thanksgiving tomorrow. Annual American celebration of taking advantage of and finally decimating the native population. Sounds like a good idea for a feast to me!
European: (knocks on longhouse door)
Native: Eh?
E: Hi! I'm (British, Spanish, Portugese, etc) and I claim this land for (insert home country here)!
N: Yes, well, that's nice, but you see I already live here and have my farm ready for next year and Sally's due to have the baby soon...
E: Nice to meet you, now if you'll take this case of small pox and walk across the desert I'm sure you'll find a new place to live over that way.
N: Perhaps you don't speak the language. We already live here. Have for thousands of years.
E: Sure, sure. (cough) Well, won't matter anyhow, you'll be dead soon. (polishes muskett)
N: I think you'd better leave.
E: Oooh! (elbows in house) Is that a turkey I see roasting? Don't mind if I do! (grabs maize and bread from children) Muah muah muah!!!
So, this Thanksgiving, make sure to thank God for creating communicible diseases and projectile weaponry. Otherwise America would still be controlled by it's rightful owners and none of us would have to worry about baking massive quantities of fruit pies tonight.