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azurelunatic) wrote2007-02-06 04:51 pm
azurelunatic) wrote2007-02-06 04:51 pm
Notes from Today
11:15 AM 2/6/2007
"The Drinking Song", Moxy Fruvous, sounds in my head like it needs to be sung as a
round just to see what it will sound like. And I don't have that many audio
processors. I can't hear it overlapped like that on my own. Alas.
11:31 AM 2/6/2007
I would have to construct the thing note by note and figure out where the overlap
would be in order to hear it looped over itself without actually doing it.
I wonder how many people do have multiple audio processors in their head, and
whether that has any overlap with a) good musicianship, and b) schizophrenic
symptoms of weird audio in head.
12:34 PM 2/6/2007
Network is ungodsly slow. I have run out of the vanilla/caramel tea that smells so
good and have moved back to the old standard, black & orange.
3:02 PM 2/6/2007
What the hell. It's on. I need the social time as much as I need the alone-time, and
social time is going to be good for me right about now.
We may have to play cellphone-tag with Myrrh, though.
Note to self: get wireless card working reliably on Allegra.
3:14 PM 2/6/2007
Snarky Lady says I have the hallmarks of a good manager because I know how to give
away power. I'm a developer, not a coder, so once I get responsibilities, I'm
looking to hand them off to someone else once I understand their function, and work
with meta-data and innovating new things.
Middle management collects things and won't give them up to other people, so they
don't rise.
4:17 PM 2/6/2007
E-mailed Management. Not going to have the stats tomorrow. This is graceless and no
fun and I'm so unprepared. But I'm frelling competent at what I do.
4:49 PM 2/6/2007
Hooray for scheduling! I hope tonight is going to be a whole lot more relaxing than
the start of the week has been. Alas that Darkside won't be able to make these
nights. Have asked Ecchi-chan to grab the nori and the mat.
"The Drinking Song", Moxy Fruvous, sounds in my head like it needs to be sung as a
round just to see what it will sound like. And I don't have that many audio
processors. I can't hear it overlapped like that on my own. Alas.
11:31 AM 2/6/2007
I would have to construct the thing note by note and figure out where the overlap
would be in order to hear it looped over itself without actually doing it.
I wonder how many people do have multiple audio processors in their head, and
whether that has any overlap with a) good musicianship, and b) schizophrenic
symptoms of weird audio in head.
12:34 PM 2/6/2007
Network is ungodsly slow. I have run out of the vanilla/caramel tea that smells so
good and have moved back to the old standard, black & orange.
3:02 PM 2/6/2007
What the hell. It's on. I need the social time as much as I need the alone-time, and
social time is going to be good for me right about now.
We may have to play cellphone-tag with Myrrh, though.
Note to self: get wireless card working reliably on Allegra.
3:14 PM 2/6/2007
Snarky Lady says I have the hallmarks of a good manager because I know how to give
away power. I'm a developer, not a coder, so once I get responsibilities, I'm
looking to hand them off to someone else once I understand their function, and work
with meta-data and innovating new things.
Middle management collects things and won't give them up to other people, so they
don't rise.
4:17 PM 2/6/2007
E-mailed Management. Not going to have the stats tomorrow. This is graceless and no
fun and I'm so unprepared. But I'm frelling competent at what I do.
4:49 PM 2/6/2007
Hooray for scheduling! I hope tonight is going to be a whole lot more relaxing than
the start of the week has been. Alas that Darkside won't be able to make these
nights. Have asked Ecchi-chan to grab the nori and the mat.
"The Drinking Song"
As the helicopters whirred.
Drunk on the lawn in a nuclear dawn,
My senses finally blurred..
He was a rock
Til the end, a solid reminder
Couldn't deny a friend
We lived in the noise and
The sweet amber poison
Peeking up the skirt of the end
And we'd drink
Two gnarly dudes and some records
Much like plates of black food
We filled up our faces
Saw some far places
Stood on the roof in the nude.
And the band played on
As the helicopters whirred.
Drunk on the lawn in a nuclear dawn,
My senses finally blurred..
Between poles, he said,
"We're like cows in the grass.
Brushing off flies
Chaise lounging around
Standing up falling down
Til we no longer opened our eyes."
And we'd drink
Ever notice how drinking's like war?
Cup o troops oe'r the guns
Til the end of our health
A campaign 'gainst myself
Armed with bourbons and scotches and rums
And the band played on
As the helicopters whirred.
Drunk on the lawn in a nuclear dawn,
My senses finally blurred..
Think of bombs
We're poised on the edge of disaster
Whether it's right or it's wrong
We opened the window
Played some nintendo
Sang a few bars of some pretty old song.
"Irene good night. Irene goodnight
Goodnight Irene, goodnight Irene
I'll see you, in my dreams."
Oh to dream, those impotent
Bones of extinction
Flying graceful and free.
None but the best,
Cause the man cannot rest
Til he's finally beaten his me
And the band played on
As the helicopters whirred.
Drunk on the lawn in a nuclear dawn,
My senses finally blurred..
Til the end, he passed out on the
Sundeck that morning
Quietly saying goodbye
But I was so hammered I sputtered and stammered
Told him he couldn't just die
He was a rock
Went straight for his own armegeddon
Face froze in a grin
Ambulance flying in, I never drank again
Can't really call that a loss or a win
And the band played on
As the helicopters whirred.
Drunk on the lawn in a nuclear dawn,
My senses finally blurred.