I’m busy converting the rest of my discography section into Dreamweaver template pages. It’s a chore I’ve been putting off for the last few weeks. What total drudgery, this business of converting things from one format to another. If I were more of a power-user maybe I’d know an easier way to do this! I feel like I’ve only scratched the surface on what DMX can really do.
I had another bad dream!! Argh!! I have to stop trying to sleep at night… nighttime is SCARY. Maybe you don’t want to read this but I’m going to write it down anyway so I’ll remember tomorrow. So… it’s a variation of the same dream I have a lot, where I’m running around unfamiliar neighborhoods trying to find my house, or any house where it’s okay for me to stay awhile. (This tells you something about my basic psychology, eh?)
Okay, this is the most hilarious thing ever. My sister Lucie has two little kids, Thomas and Marshall. Thomas is the older one, he’s the quiet type. I don’t think he likes me at all, but oh well, you can’t please ‘em all. Marshall however, he’s five years old, and he’s always been the biggest cutup on earth, he likes everybody. I met him for the first time when he was maybe three years old, and two minutes after me and John walked in the door, he was putting on a puppet show for us.
Now ICDSoft wants me to be their BITCH. A spokes-ho to be quoted on a testimonial page they’re working on. So I get what I deserve for tootin’ their horn! Heheh. Naw, I think I might do it, but if I did I’d want to wait a few more months, to be sure the service is as stable as it has been for the past month and a half I’ve been there.
John recorded a couple of really hilarious songs on Friday with Pat on vocals. So today we went through and added background vocals, me and John on a single mic. One is done up as a Gregrorian chant type thing, with Pat very artistically singing the praises of… something!? John is on the Farfisa organ in the background, and me and John are singing the Allelujah’s with full cathedral echo.
Can I for once in my life NOT complain about how my internet services are working? Yes I can. Blogger been working exceptionally well for me lately, and so has the Earthlink DSL connection. And I am SO loving my new webhost ICDSoft. Not only have I not had any problems at all, but the support has been really top-notch. Always an answer within just a few minutes of my posting any stupid configuration question. And the site control panel you get is really neato. Everything’s automated, and you can tweak all your settings in one relatively simple interface. So many features I haven’t even played with. I’m about to start up a new mailing list right here, for example, and it’ll be spam-free and totally my own. And, they just installed a search engine for me which I’m about to tweak and link on my site, so I can quit using Atomz. (Atomz is really good, but it’s a remote service and I’d rather do everything locally if possible.)
I just woke up from a bad dream and now I can’t go back to sleep. It’s the wrong time for me to be asleep anyway… at night! I can only remember one snippet, but I remember that pretty clearly. I was searching for lost/kidnapped kids, using some kind of iTunes-like software on my laptop that scanned radio waves (or maybe phone lines) searching for the voices of these children. I found one too, and I was trying desperately to get the kid to repeat herself to tell me where she was. It was right out of Poltergeist, and it scared me good. Too much reading the Drudge Report, and too many spicy tacos for dinner.
I’m an indie recording artist. I run my own website, and I used to have three online radio stations streaming 24 hours a day. Now I have NONE thanks to your efforts to make music illegal (or financially impossible) for us to broadcast.
I object to everything you’ve done to prevent people from sharing their music with others. You’re in fact killing all music and creativity everywhere you go. I think you’re monsters, and it makes me ashamed to be a musician when there are greedy pigs like you representing us.
I found Muze listed at FuckedCompany.com, that’s another place I used to work ten years ago. There was always a lot of controversy there between the workers and management, so I wasn’t surprised to see people had complained about it. But despite all that, we had a super excellent team back then, and I made more lasting friendships there than almost anywhere else I’ve worked. One guy who commented on FC actually listed the nicknames of our whole ’93 crew and even gave me a personal shout-out!! I mean, as one of the NICE people, as opposed to somebody he’d complain about. I know who it was, too, and I feel the same way about him, and everyone he listed.
Last night I got lost reading and reading the complaints at Fucked Company. It’s a website that’s been around forever — the point is that disgruntled employees (and former employees, and 13-year olds, and trolls who may never have heard of these companies) can write in anonymously and bitch about their bosses. A complaint is referred to as a fuck (i.e., "this is not a fuck, just a comment…") and the subject lines on the complaints always include some clever play on the fucked company’s name. Like, if you were going to complain about Sears, you’d title it "Sneers" or something like that. A lot of the companies listed are internet-oriented, but not all.
Ladies? Interested in purchasing some fresh men’s underwear? Oh, but this is best underwear available, with the photos to prove it… you should at least look at it before you decide. The high-tech features are just… fascinating.
- Natural Pouch… Keeps you "centered" and eliminates chafing
- Higher Leg Opening… move without chafing or disturbing your "package"
- Secure Leg Opening… gently hugs your leg… no gapping… keeps you secure
- Provides a natural feeling… holds you in place
- Keeps you "centered"… no more choosing sides
I love this town a lot, but when my fellow citizens participate in brutal acts of violence, I’m completely ashamed to live here. Is it just the heat driving people crazy? I wouldn’t really know, as I haven’t stepped outside our building since they installed central air and heat last fall.
The poor guy that’s acting as contact person for Sigmatropic still hasn’t gotten my package yet, though John mailed it for me a full week ago. He’s worked himself up to a real good lather, though I’m sure the package is just stuck in customs. I’m making another package to mail tomorrow, in case the first one really is lost.
Today was the first day in like five years that I woke up, logged into my e-mail and found no spam. Only real mail. It feels wrong somehow; I know if I’ve cut off the spammers, that means I’ve also probably cut off a certain percentage of actual humans who would still use the old address. Hopefully they’ll come find my website and get my current working e-mail address here if they need it. Who knows, I might start getting spammed at this address and have to change it again in the future, but I reckon people will be smart enough to know I can always be found at my website.
Wow, I did it. The Yahoo account is gonesily-wonesily. And I can’t resurrect it, and nobody else can have it either. They do that to prevent e-mail fraud or whatever.
I’m just stunned at what I’ve done. No more depending on Yahoo in any way, never ever again, forever and ever infinity. Whoo-hoo!!! I feel so much… lighter. I sent myself test messages to Yahoo and Mindspring both, and both came back as undeliverable, nobody here by that name. It’s just a miracle of modern science.