The Z Axis

the short version

okay.

so.

for those of you intrigued by my 3 day long away message of "hospital"

the short version is, i almost died.

you're gonna have to wait until I am significantly closer to the "not almost dead" end of the health spectrum to get the long version, but I will tell you that I am currently thinking of calling it "That time I almost died."

[this has been your local on the 8s]

everything's comin' up milhouse

A new TRB song is available.

the rage box - funeral procession

Often I tell people that whatever emotion I'm trying to work out of my system when I sit down to fiddle with music comes through in the music. Some seem sad, some seem angry- that's pretty much why.

Right now, I pretty much just want to die. I've had a full-body death infection from the experimental pathogen laboratories of hades since Wednesday or so, and the drugs I got Friday suck balls. I'm basically only alive through the good over-the-counter graces of the Vicks corporation.

But, I couldn't sleep, I wanted to have something to show for my misery, and it'd been a while since the ole blog got updated, so I tinkered with this. This is not an entirely new track, (well, it will be to 90% of you) but I added some neat stringy bits and finally overcame the roadblock I was having with it.

Now I think i'm going to take enough Nyquil to kill a team of horses and sleep until morning, when I begin Operation "Kill Local Doctor in cold blood without getting caught ever and also score good and applicable drugs to end terrible illness."

The boys are still working on hiring a new guy to come up with the Operation names.

[please take me now]

oscillation

Boy, was today an odd one. I'm s'posed to get to bed before 5, so I'm posting this now and sleeping, and though it's later than I wanted, it's still substantially before my deadline. Woohoo.

For some reason, as the storm hit here, I decided that was the most ideal time to begin replacing light switches in my home. See, I had the whole place rigged for X10 devices, (you might remember them from their annoying video camera pop up ads, but they make cool remote-control home electrical equipment) but while one has never been quite right, and blinked on and off sometimes, in the past day or so they've all really been freaking out. They're not really designed for the deathtrap aluminum wiring in this place, and so it's not too surprising. Furthermore, aside from the ones in my room, I never use the remote control features any more, and that's kind of the whole point. So, out they went. It's all part of the 18-part Slowpoke Mollases Moving plan.

I dug back into the old CD catalogue while I did this, and it was interesting, the back and forth I got emotionally while replacing live-current light switches during a storm. Sometimes I forget safety. And I often don't wear these - Safety Glasses, whenever using power tools. Sorry Norm. I also apologize to anyone opposed to my death, whiich is sadly a dropping number of late.

Anyway, doing that and not dying a horrible electro-death got me on a bit of a technical roll, so I fixed an optical mouse I'd modded a while back, and now in addition to having 100% less of that "disconcerting rattle sound" when shaken, it has a better, brighter blue LED next to the wheelie. In my recent computer junkyard inventory (also part of moving) I took account of all hardware I had, down to mice and so on, and found that one sort of sitting. Though I generally speaking hate optical mice, this one is all glowing and blue and my first ever hardware mod, even before the Monkey. So, it has kind of a special significance. Now you can see it from the front of my house at night, because its hooked up to the windowsill PC.

Then, I fixed some networking problems with some creative cable routing and switching around of hardware, which should hopefully clear up my need to have a second long-ass cable strewn across my living room in a veritable orgy of laziness and functional can't-be-bothered-ism. The aforementioned monkey is still on probation, as he seems to once again be spewing random packets to the network. That is a task for another day.

Finally, I cleared up the cable reception in my room, which was a humiliating process of constantly being hit on the head by falling stuff that I'd rather not commit to words. It did, however, enable me to end my horrifically productive day and veg until, well, now.

It's been quite a back and forth sorta day. One of these days I'll get around to some of the stuff I've been saying I was gonna write about, but suffice to say we've hopefully cleared up some of the server issues diginanity.com has been suffering, and if they aren't cleared to my satisfaction, I'm gonna move the site to another host. Oh, and Leslie is awesome and can pull quite the dinner experience out of nowhere. Oh, and I should be having talks about a TRB album release with Scott somewhat soon. It hasn't all been happiness and roses, and this blog I think shows that to most people. There's also stuff I'd like to fix that I'm not mentioning here. I'm trying to stay upbeat because I need to be able to sleep right now, in order to keep a promise.

I had a moment to write, and needed to remind myself I'd done something productive, and I've done that now. Keeping the dogs of self loathing at bay is difficult when a large source of the self loathing is laziness. It's like you have to work yourself up to fend them off, and the difficulty you have in doing so kind of proves them right, so then they gain a whole bunch of ground, and then,

well, then you end up like me. Having your nature feed the hatred of your nature, which is also part of your nature. And I wouldn't wish that on anyone.

This is getting circuitous and self indulgent enough that I think I've found the proper time to sleep. Night.

n.p. a medley of poethatday and alanismorissetteheadoverfeet

[can't talk to a psycho like a normal human being]

i'm never alone

Song lyrics scribbled in the margins of a letter from many years ago. Heh.

So hey, I wanted to write an entry about the week, and also one explaining the recent server troubles, but I'm far too intoxicated to speak eloquently on either matter right now.

So, I think I'm gonna postpone those a day, get a bit more loopy, and watch The Key to Vector Sigma part 2.

our old friend fear and you and me

[i'm alone all the time]

in the air tonight

A new TRB song is available.

the rage box - ghosts in the bayou

This is another ~ 2 min piece, but this one is kinda interesting to me. Creates a definite mood, involves a lot of really strange and disparate sound sources, and was quite fun to create.

It's not often you get to abuse the hell out of a Harmonica in a sampler.

Part of this abuse brought to you by the number 442. All hail the random number selection of Kalidassa.

I must sleep now, but tomorrow there will be the write-up of the weekly events, including a very very special dinner.

This is the third song in as many weeks that I've cranked out in less than 4 hours. I've done that on kidnapped inspiration, using what I could stuff into pockets and carry back with me from trips out and visits with people. And Leslie, it is honeslty beyond me how someone could claim stifled creativity.

In summation, this track may not be anyone's cup of tea, but it's on my list of favorites. And either way, the juices are flowin'.

Hannibal is on the jazz.

[woah lord]

makes her cringe

same old melody, same old song.

Ah well.

Had a great night last night, and will hopefully get to test my camera equipment and see my nephew tonight. Things are a-lookin up. Today's Lindsay and Brian's second - everybody give a woohoo for the dork love.

And Patrick and Vanessa are getting hitched in May.

Amazing all the things that were happening around me.

Amazing the things I did instead of notice.

Not so amazing the results.

[nobility can do that]