12 Jun 2006
I am so sick of Red Hot Chili Peppers’ Stadium Arcadium (album). Not because I’ve been listening to radio.
More often than not I delegate music selection to others in this part of the world. I’ve setup two 1RU mixers which go into a Yamaha amplifier/receiver that provides music in the office here, and generally speaking I’m quite content for someone else to sit and battle with “what comes next”. Sometimes it’s fun to play DJ, but, mostly, if there’s someone else willing to do it I’ll defer all power/abdicate all responsibility.
Unfortunately, this creates a radio-esque situation at times… as with this album. It might be absolutely massive, weighing in at 28 tracks (14 per CD), but it still all manages to sound like RHCP. Not that that should be a bad thing… I quite like their music. Just not in the kinds of doses we’ve had around here of late. Sigh.
I’m at the point where I could really go some electronica (yeah, including RnB) of some description… anything but rock with occasional acoustic tendencies. Staind would be an option, because they’re so heavily processed it’s great. Sure, all their music sounds the same, but it’s good fun. In a middle-aged-rocker angsty-kinda way. You know it’s not your normal late-twenties group when they’re singing about their kids. Well, okay, that’s not the focus of most of their music, but still. They’re old!
And I have no idea what that has to do with overplay. Whatever, music needs to change. I’m going out now and braving radio in the car. Should be great fun.
*flicks between stations to different time-points of the same song*
10 Jun 2006
Rain turns into steam instantly as it hits architectural lighting at UNSW’s Scientia building. This looked cool and entertained me for about five minutes before I decided it [the rain] wasn’t going away and proceeded to run, jump, and strafe my way between covered areas to the top of the campus, followed by a light sprint (fuzzy alcohol feeling plus shoes that didn’t take kindly to rain made it lighter than it may have been!) home. The camera survived.
09 Jun 2006
Okay, I know I bought a PDA not a phone, but still. I’m pissed off. I went to UNSW end-of-semester party tonight and didn’t want to be carrying something the size of a quarter-kilo slab of chocolate with me, so swapped SIMs with another phone and took it.
Point of irritation #1: None of my contacts are stored on-SIM. There is no way to STORE contacts on SIM that I have yet discovered, only to import them off it. Hence, hell will ensue if I ever decide to change handsets (as it did when I moved from a CDMA handset to a GSM one a few weeks back… this point is fresh in my memory, and still rather painful).
Point of irritation #2: Because I swapped the SIM out, I left the phone with the SIM socket readily accessible so I could easily replace it when I got home. This meant leaving the battery out. PDAs can survive a few minutes on residual charge (backup batt?) somehow, but apparently leaving it alone for… three hours (? I wasn’t out long because I’m working tomorrow and… well, a few reasons) means that it’s prone to nuking everything in ROM/RAM/whatever the heck it stores its stupid information in.
Fortunately I’m pretty good with my backups (2/6/6 was the last). But I still lost a handful of calendar items, more than a few messages, one or two contact additions/modifications, my latest email sync info, and, more significantly, Bejeweled high scores. I know, I know. I nearly threw it into a wall when I discovered this. But that would have been unkind to the wall.
09 Jun 2006
Philosophy
English
