Went to a corporate children's party. Several dozen whipped- and worried-looking hedge fund guys, their (generally) hot and (regrettably) snotty wives and at least a hundred tow-headed brats all cooped up in a hotel ballroom with a troupe of acrobats and the scariest clowns in the known universe. And no booze. Kill me.
Ponces.
Actually the initial slam on the Little Dot was my fault. I had the dip switches set for high-impedance phones. Much better now, though it still does a better job generally with the Senns. Bass is a little floppy with the HF-1s.
Sorry to interrupt the firepower debate, but I got a pair of HF-1s in the mail today and I'm quite chuffed with them so far.
Have been listening out of the Duet as the LD can't drive them for toffee. Hopefully my GS-1 will be here any day now to take care of that problem.
Went down to the local ADESA lot to see if there was anything nice worth trying to steal at the monthly BMW lease-return auction tomorrow. There was not. Good lord people treat their cars like crap.
I smell a business opportunity for Platinum ArcJacks. We make them out of cocaine and orgasms, which is a time-consuming -- though not particularly meticulous -- process.
J.M. Coetzee -- Disgrace
I took a couple of his classes in college and he was a fucking dyspeptic old bastard well before he got run off into semi-exile with nothing but a Nobel prize for his pains.
Yeah, the OS is the real story and once they get that sorted all sorts of good hardware will follow. Can't wait, if only because I hope the prospect of serious competition will keep the pressure on Apple to improve their platform as well.
Went to meet an old friend who's been having a hard time recently, ostensibly for lunch. Turned into a full-on whiskey binge and epic bitch session. Rolled home after dark to receive a deserved ass kicking. Thinking about ordering take out.