Fuck this pile of fucking shite.

When I set passwords for people in work these days I always find myself choosing a word that in some way refers to a David Lynch creation.

I'd gotten used to the fact that nobody ever understood my little private joke, until today, while on the phone to a gentleman in Belgium.

"Silencio!" he said with a giggle, after I'd spelled the password out phonetically.

Yes, fantastic, it felt like all my birthdays had come at once. :-)

Of course this feeling was quickly replaced with frustration when I realised I had to be professional, and not go jabbering the face off my new found fellow Mulholland Drive enthusiast. Still, it did give me a giggle.

When I mark days off in the work diary, I always use cyan as the background colour. Only today I realised that this is because it reminds me of Myst.

Skoodly doop awoopee doop dahhh.

Excuse me!

You're wearing out my joie de vie.

my father was born in the 40's
they had just finished erecting the oakland apartment I now live in
since then
two single mothers
and a man who cut his face
have lived there.

Subtle - "I Love L.A."

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I am wearing my pulling underwear tonight.

I put my nice noise cancelling earbud headphones through the wash last night.

Surprisingly enough when I tried them this afternoon they actually sounded better than ever.

Not only that, but they smelled pine fresh, and looked sparkly and new.

I always end up finding out about customers' email infrastructure the hard way.

I.E. set something up, something else breaks, sit in a freezing server room til 20:30 to get it working again.

It's never much help when this is a major bank and you have a manager sitting there waiting to go home.

In other news, I have a new track (well, a former sketch) up on Myspace. I hate it.

My mother brought this cutout from a newspaper with her last time she came to visit.

It's amazing to think that writing of this quality is making it into the Independent. Notice the complete lack of scientific fact.

The article is about cannabis, a "dangerous drug", but he goes on to say that most of the patients admitted are also drinking, and taking ecstasy and cocaine. So where are the figures from studies on cannabis alone?

It looks like he saw this as an opportunity to get on his fnord-fuelled soap box. But he's a Top Doctor kids. Don't question him!

If you could be another person for a day, who would it be and why?

Rick James, bitch!

(Not now, seeing as he's dead and all. Back in the 70s. Fuck yo couch!)

I asked my manager if I could fuck off earlier than usual today, and he said it was ok.

So i hopped in the car and scooted off to Foxrock before the traffic jams began. Eventually found the house of Mr. Buy and Sell, who showed me into a massive studio with racks and racks of flashing lights, knobs and sliders. A pro tools console and three LCD monitors took up the whole width of the room. There was a Prophet 10 there, which they'd bought off Tears for Fears. Holy shit! He even let me touch it.

So I had a play around with the synth I'd actually gone there to buy, while chatting about sequencers and our respective stances on the neverending hardware vs software debate. The synth was in very good nick, covered in a layer of dust (a good sign), no bumps or scratches. Turned out they were just trying to flog some gear they didn't need, it wasn't even his. I asked what was the least he'd take and he said 400. 50 less than the asking price. I was like, er.. ok that's cool! I was going to offer 420 at least but he beat me to it.

Handed over the cash, took it under my arm and fucked off. My, was I grinning from ear to ear! A childhood fantasy finally come true. I couldn't contain my happiness as I jetted off home with early Nightmares on Wax pumping out of my subwoofer.

I recently bought a 2-tier keyboard stand, it now sits very nicely under my 101. I am forced to go to bed and leave my new friend until tomorrow evening. In the few hours I've had to play with it, it's blown my socks off. In a few seconds I hit on the exact sound in "Rhubarb" by Aphex Twin, and just kept playing it over and over and over, bass and everything. It pisses all over Yamaha's half-assed attempt at a virtual analogue polysynth. I've retired the aforementioned to the corner. I can't see it ever getting plugged in again.

Well the fucker selling the drum machine listed it as Wordwide, but when I asked for shipping quote he said Australia only. Grrrr!

So now I have 250 odd quid to spend. Luckily I may have the chance to fulfill a childhood dream and pick up one of these for cheap in Buy and Sell!



The very sight of one of these things is enough to make my heart skip a beat. I've wanted one since I first saw it in my first copy of Future Music at age 16.

Currently drinking Lucozade Alert. Contains caffeine, ginseng, glucose and guarana. My head might explode. Will report back.

I've been getting more frustrated by the day by Ableton Live on my now very dated G4 Powerbook, and have started drooling over hardware drum machines again. I'm considering getting one of these to expand my vintage analog arsenal:



Individual outputs for all drum sounds, transmits midi clock/Roland DIN sync, and clock pulse. Plus those crazy 80s kicks and snares that you hear in so many acid tracks! Ohhhh I think I just had an accident!

After a few freeze-frames of the Brass Eye DVD, and a little while in Photoshop, I went onto CaféPress and made me one of these!



I hope they don't complain that it violates their terms of service.. :o)

The internet is always full of little surprises :o)

Stumbled over this last night, on my way to bed. An animated short from the MTV series "Liquid Television" from the late 80s. Back in the day..

This was fantastic, dark, edgy, cryptic, and very very trippy. They used to show it on Def II (BBC2) in the evenings. The original Aeon Flux featured, among other things which varied from the immensely funny to the mildly disturbing.

This one features the voice of someone who sounds suspiciously like Jello Biafra, and animation that beats the shit of of Pink Floyd's "Empty Spaces".

I'm downloading the full series off BitTorrent now, very very slowly..

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