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Dec. 5th, 2006
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Dec. 5th, 2006 01:07 pm |
Daily routine... Driving to Kelso in the RX8... nice sunny day. And yes. I am not breaking the speed limit. Only one law to break at a time :D |
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Dec. 5th, 2006 04:48 pmGrrr.
*shakes*
Fucking IDIOT drivers.
I'm all shaking because of one total fuckwit on the road, driving a dark blue Mk V Escort, L-plater - I'm tempted to head into Burnfoot to track the thing down and report it. Anyway, driving back from Kelso, cars are doing 40 because it's possibly going to rain in the near future, usual idiocy - anyway, I go to pass some, signal, and this Escort swings out in front of me, and STAYS IN THE RIGHT LANE. So I cannot pass it, or complete overtaking. No problem, sit back, next line of traffic - it does it again, then returns to the inside lane, then signals for me to pass, then tries (ha!) to outrun me on the inside which obviously doesn't work.
I reach Denholm, and the bloody thing catches up to me, and tries - get this - to pass me AND the car I'm behind, in a 30, with oncoming cars. On being forced to abort this move, it sits on my bumper with the high beams on. Won't pass me. Eventually it did go to Burnfoot, but I was prepared to have them tailgate me into Hawick, upon which my destination would be the Police station - hopefully with them following!
Bloody idiots!
*shakes*
Fucking IDIOT drivers.
I'm all shaking because of one total fuckwit on the road, driving a dark blue Mk V Escort, L-plater - I'm tempted to head into Burnfoot to track the thing down and report it. Anyway, driving back from Kelso, cars are doing 40 because it's possibly going to rain in the near future, usual idiocy - anyway, I go to pass some, signal, and this Escort swings out in front of me, and STAYS IN THE RIGHT LANE. So I cannot pass it, or complete overtaking. No problem, sit back, next line of traffic - it does it again, then returns to the inside lane, then signals for me to pass, then tries (ha!) to outrun me on the inside which obviously doesn't work.
I reach Denholm, and the bloody thing catches up to me, and tries - get this - to pass me AND the car I'm behind, in a 30, with oncoming cars. On being forced to abort this move, it sits on my bumper with the high beams on. Won't pass me. Eventually it did go to Burnfoot, but I was prepared to have them tailgate me into Hawick, upon which my destination would be the Police station - hopefully with them following!
Bloody idiots!
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Dec. 5th, 2006 09:06 pmBT Suck. Officially. The Broadband is down and it's a line error at the exchange, so they probably won't fix it until tomorrow.
FFS.
QoS for these things is infurating sometimes :/
Yeay for GPRS and cellphones, just to be able to say - it's the ANNUAL BRITISH TELECOM FUCKUP!
FFS.
QoS for these things is infurating sometimes :/
Yeay for GPRS and cellphones, just to be able to say - it's the ANNUAL BRITISH TELECOM FUCKUP!
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Dec. 5th, 2006 11:48 pmYeay, internets is back. (Spoke too soon, started working on this post and the bloody thing went down again :( ).
Spent the evening with "the creative process".
What this means is:
I found out that once again, I'm hitting my overdraft. I'm fucking SICK of this, because it's not like I'm underpaid - it's simply that the costs of running this house and my business are pretty steep, and I've lost one magazine this year. This is after I find out I have no internet. So I stomp around a bit, give S her Christmas present early since we're not bothering with presents for Christmas anyway, and hide in the studio.
First, I nick the drums from Lovesong. Then I process them. Amazingly, I don't end up throwing the Drumtraks across the room, but actually succeed in completing the task. So then I chuck an M16-C cart in the JX10 and start to record a bassline/backing track. And go absolutely batshit insane because the damn thing won't loop seamlessly, so therefore, is utterly useless. However, I then go to Logic, and do my loop in two forms - bass on the D-50 with a dirty synth patch, and pizzacato strings on the JD.
Apply more EQ and effects, and I have something musical.
But not after draining one of my flasks of 15 year old chillfiltered Laphroaig.
Anyway, having reached this stage, I'm having problems with vocal levels and actually performing the beginnings of the song, but hey-ho. It's bedtime. And then, lo, my email arrives. So I think internet must be back. Nope. Just a fluke. Fucking hell. BT, please leave the sodding exchange alone?
"The picture, falls upon the floor
And i reach for broken glass
It cuts so deep, it makes me bleed
Like the shards of the past"
Moof!
I feel better for producing some music - even if it is only three tracks and half finished with me getting upset with my inability to play violin well enough to finish what was in my head, or sing for shit. I really wanted to destroy something instead. Something has to change, and change for the better.
Spent the evening with "the creative process".
What this means is:
I found out that once again, I'm hitting my overdraft. I'm fucking SICK of this, because it's not like I'm underpaid - it's simply that the costs of running this house and my business are pretty steep, and I've lost one magazine this year. This is after I find out I have no internet. So I stomp around a bit, give S her Christmas present early since we're not bothering with presents for Christmas anyway, and hide in the studio.
First, I nick the drums from Lovesong. Then I process them. Amazingly, I don't end up throwing the Drumtraks across the room, but actually succeed in completing the task. So then I chuck an M16-C cart in the JX10 and start to record a bassline/backing track. And go absolutely batshit insane because the damn thing won't loop seamlessly, so therefore, is utterly useless. However, I then go to Logic, and do my loop in two forms - bass on the D-50 with a dirty synth patch, and pizzacato strings on the JD.
Apply more EQ and effects, and I have something musical.
But not after draining one of my flasks of 15 year old chillfiltered Laphroaig.
Anyway, having reached this stage, I'm having problems with vocal levels and actually performing the beginnings of the song, but hey-ho. It's bedtime. And then, lo, my email arrives. So I think internet must be back. Nope. Just a fluke. Fucking hell. BT, please leave the sodding exchange alone?
"The picture, falls upon the floor
And i reach for broken glass
It cuts so deep, it makes me bleed
Like the shards of the past"
Moof!
I feel better for producing some music - even if it is only three tracks and half finished with me getting upset with my inability to play violin well enough to finish what was in my head, or sing for shit. I really wanted to destroy something instead. Something has to change, and change for the better.