Hopstretch

Death and taxes. Hangovers. Impotence doesn't sound like much fun. Oh, and Jazz obviously.

Stuffed my old bird. Then prepared a turkey.

Music Direct had it in their latest catalog at a provisional $1,999. They said it was seven flavors of awesome and you should buy it (from them).

Happy Thanksgiving from a more recent English immigrant, though not a puritan.

It's for tenderizing your beef, not firming it up.

Glad I'm not the only one clueless about this particular topic. Guess a possible mitigating factor is my late start -- I graduated from university before Google even existed, in fact without ever accessing the public Internet. That's right whippersnappers, if you needed to know something back then you had to look it up in a book or find an actual human being with the required expertise. Crazy, I know. Erm, in regards to that last point, if any HC members did feel moved to (privately) point this old dog in the direction of locations where our common interests are pursued, I'd certainly be willing to try out some new tricks.

Mint Aero bar. Food of the gods.

If I could afford all those diversions, I think I'd be trying to get through mine slower!

That's a lot of violatin'!

Something something Google something something twat something something. Smiley.

Hooked up the new GS-1 and played lots of music through it. Can now finally give the HF-1s a fair shake. Once I stop listening to the Quads. It sounds grrreat as a preamp. A little custom woodworking, a few new cables and the office system may even feel secure enough to poke its nose into the "post a pic of your rig" thread.

Do you know if Reks has ever touched it? If so, an exorcism is probably your only option.

Just tell him there's a perfectly reasonable medical explanation.

Dew eet!

Soon there may be no such thing as actual dollars.

Prose before doze, man.

The kids were apparently practicing for the New England Regional Cookie Tossing Championships all night. Based on their current form, I'd say they are both tipped to finish near the top of their respective weight classes. Ran out of clean PJs and bedsheets by 3 a.m. or so and had to do laundry, so just gave up on shut-eye and put a pot of coffee on. Today will be dedicated to barely keeping it all together and perhaps a deeply-ironic first viewing of the new "Sleeping Beauty" Blu-ray transfer. On the bright side, FedEx reports that my new GS-1 will be here tomorrow.

Just in time for the holidays!

Interesting, if uncorroborated, article about the hardware differences between the latest iPhone and iPod Touch. Apparently the Touch processor runs significantly faster than the iPhone.

Nursed sick children, made pancakes, arranged to meet a nasty margin call, built a Play-Doh moonbase, got laid on the sly, watched "Finding Nemo" for the 32nd time, tapped a keg of homebrew. I guess I always pictured middle age as more restful. Assume we're not talking farts here? What happened?

Whee! A3000 fanboys unite! Incredible set. My kids fingerpainted on mine with milk the other day. There was some yelling.

Just say no to 768p.

The Bible, proper. A bible, common. Indicative. Of my stupidity. \

I nearly cracked wise the first time around that if there was a Stax bible, that epic screed would be its Book of Revelations.

I hate you so much for making me unthinkingly Google "accujack".