Dusty Chalk

My dad was awesome, but he was never that awesome. Convoy must have got some action on the side in that fanfic, "Convoy and Melissa, sittin' in a tree..." Or maybe it was a crossover. Or a mashup. Looking at that booty, I'd say, 'mashup', as in, Otaku say, "I'd like that to mashup into my face". Just as long as "Melissa" wasn't "more than meets the eye", 'cause that usually means, 'penis'. Target audience == transformers toys collectors x (I don't know if that's "times" or "intersection" or "dot product" or whatever) Otaku.

Are you talking about us, or the stars of the show?

Beer

Just checking in, I have nothing to add. I enjoy my (Motorola) Droid. I use the maps capability more than anything, but occasionally text, head-case (tapatalk), and browse. Not a power user. Need to figure out the whole "taking a picture" thing -- I have some on there of Bobby and Luvbug that I'd like to share. Oh, and I make phone calls on it, too. But not so much.

Mankind is Obsolete, Rise -- really really digging this, it's a weird amalgamation of Nitzer Ebb teutonicness, Nine Inch Nails aggression, Garbage-y pop production, with the occasional shoegaze and metal influences rearing their respective heads in odd places. And quite clever too, at parts. In their ballad, "More Than What I Am", they deliberately start off with very sparse musical elements with the vocal standing out in typical vocal-forefront pop fashion. Part way through the song, they kick into this shoegaze wall of sound 'break', and -- in typical shoegaze portion -- the vocals are subdued and layered. One of the vocals continues singing lyrics, and another is singing something like "Singing, singing, wordless music, empty lullabies" -- I.E. deliberately vapid lyrics, autotuned, no less. And then, to top it all off, the verse continues without the music bed getting any less cluttered, but with the vocals back in the forefront. Really, only someone like me (and by 'someone like me', I mean one of us headphone music listeners) is going to catch this.

Mid-way through Scarlet Street.

Ricky's Rice Bowl peanut chicken -- yum! My first time trying it, and may be my favorite peanut sauce chicken ever. Very sweet, though.

Like I said, I like it. Good attention to detail. That actually was not sarcastic for a change.

I like the fact that they tamp the ...gunpowder?... just a bit more slowly and carefully than they do compared to, for example, the shell.

On the contrary, the DSP is compensating for differences in the amp (albeit, hopefully subtle ones), it should sound exactly the same. If anything is going to cause it to sound different, it'll be the amp.

That's too bad. I wonder why the amp and the DSP are inter-related. Or maybe the better way to phrase that question is: I wonder how much the code is dependant on the amp, and what specifically would change when they changed amps. Or at least, those were supposed to be questions.

An alcoholic, a chain smoker, and a sex addict are told by their doctor that if they have one more drink, one more smoke, or one more sex act -- respectively -- that they will die. Indignant, they are walking down the street. They start to pass a bar, but the alcoholic walks in. "One drink isn't going to kill me." He has a drink, then immediately falls over, dead. Shaken, the remaining two continue on their way. An unfinished cigarette is smoking on the ground. Says the sex addict, "you bend over to pick that up, we're both dead."

I actually have several 88.2 recordings because it downsamples to 44.1 nicely. Would have gone 176.4 if my Masterlink went that high. 48kHz wasn't just the standard for DAT and video, it was pretty standard in professional recording (in the early days of digital, when we couldn't get much higher than CD). I don't know if it was DAT -> rest of professional industry, or rest of professional industry -> DAT.

It's on sale now at threadless.

DIY ribbon headphones.

chicken basil from Pilin

Sympathies, Al.

Guilt Machine, On This Perfect Day

Drank. Woke up to a phone call from my friend Dave saying, "let's go to DFH", went, came back, invited Justin over, and drank some more, logged on, going to bed shortly.

Samuel L. Jackson would have shot me several times by now. What?

Have you actually heard binaural recordings that aren't based on your own personal HRTF? They really aren't that bad, quite listenable, and quite (still) binaural.

Need more speaker porn, less objecting.

Am curious, have you ever listened to binaural recordings?