The only hope of a kick-drum lead track above 150 BPM...
Warning: This entry will be littered with random quotes. Mostly from Hardcore tracks. And no, I don't mean hardcore pornography. Perverts.
That having been said, quick re-cap of my summer.
Things with Jen and I are infinitely better, first of all. I know that most of you already know that, and have known that for some time, but its definitely worth repeating. The last nights that we spend together before she left to go back were so wonderful, that I can't even begin to find the words to describe. I can't wait until next weekend. <3
So yeah, I got a kick ass job as a Junior Designer for KathodeRay Media, and what began as a stroke of luck, finding something pertainent to what I want to do within five miles of my home, turned into the ultimate in pwnage. I made more than most of my age in Greenville could hope to attain. I got paid lunch and breaks (where break = whenever I need one). I added thirty works to my portfolio (if you're interested, I'm sorry, but I can't show or give them to anyone unless you're offering me a job, because its all copyrighted material :| ). I was offered a job there during the school year, if it is a possiblity for me. I was guaranteed a job next summer, with a raise. And my boss even said, in addition to a letter of recommendation/reference whenever I needed one, that he would put in a good word for me with his business contacts in New York City, if I was interested in a job or co-op there. One year, and I already have one foot in the door... this pwns. \o/
On top of that, I got a second job at RPI's purchasing department, doing what I was doing during the school year. Funny; last I talked to them before that, they said "we can't promise you anything" when I asked about a job opening during the summer (in business speak, that means "no"). And a few months later, I get an e-mail asking me to come back. My boss even got Human Rapis-- err... :: clears throat :: Human Resources, to waive the student salary cap for me.
My favorite part is how no one thought I was ambitious enough to get a job in the first place. To which I have to say:
OMFG ROFFLECOPTERS PWND!!1111seven
Ahem.
I've still been gaming over the summer, though not as much. Dailup kinda limits how much you can do. That is, until I found Guild Wars. :D If you don't have it, get it, because it is teh. And if you already have it, add "Sora Mitsukai" to your friends list. n_n;
I don't know which came first: shitty rave music or the drugs. I wonder if it was just these, these non-music fuckheads who were, you know, sitting in their house one day, and they dicked around on a Macintosh and they go "Doop. ee. Doop. ee ee."
Here, put that on a white-label 12" and send it to the clubs. "Wow, man, you're brilliant! We'll put you on the cover of NME, you're fucking genius, man! You're fucking genius! Oh, wow, its Jungle/Trance/Hip-hop, fuckin' shit music. So you make music that's shitty and everyone sits there and goes "GOD, this SUCKS!" No, no, take these drugs... play the record again. "FUCK, that's so GOOD! FUCK!"
- AC Slater
Onto other things, despite that kicking so much ass, it has also highlighed by contrast how much I hate life at home, and how utterly useless my parents are, even though I am still bound to them just enough for it to matter. Case in point - I have been harassing my parents about my license. Just like last summer. And the one before that. But just like every other summer, no license. Every time I want to practice something more advanced than driving four miles to get home, its always "I'm tired," or "Not tonight," or my personal favorite, "Maybe later in the week." Long story short, no license. Not that I'd be able to make much use of it anyway, seeing as they sold my only ride.
Oh, no, it doesn't stop there, the shit gets better. My parents refused to co-sign for my loans this semester, saying "it goes on our credit report... and we won't be able to co-sign for Morgan's loans." Both of which are true. But what they don't say, and they think I am too financially inept to realize, is that the loan they took out to add the addition on the house is also on their credit report. As will the loan that they are [i]going[/i] to take out to add the new garage that just can't fucking wait a few years. So, by not co-signing for my loan, they allow themselves just enough credit to get that second loan if they need it (and they will, because they are the most financially inefficient people I know). Odds are, Morgan is going to be fucked anyway.
Wait, it gets better. I come home for the summer, and oh shit, my room isn't finished. Excuse me, Morgan's room isn't finished, which means, my room hasn't even been started yet, and is still being used as a storage space. I was promised that it would be done (her room and mine) three weeks into the summer. Huh. Two days before I go back, and I'm still sleeping on a temporary bed in the basement. I was told not to unpack, because I'd be moving everything up there anyway. Well, at least everything is packed for when I go back to RPI. This isn't home. This is where I sleep. Home is whenever I'm lying next to Jen. Home is when I'm participating in some form of asskicking. Home is when I'm happy. This isn't home.
The funniest part of all of this:
I heard my parents talking earlier, and my dad said, "I think we're headed into a recession." Oh, shit! Really?!!1 I don't know if you realized it, but we were going into a recession for some time now. That's what happens when you try to wage a senseless war with astronomical fuel prices wracking the national economy. I think you've picked the worst possible time to spend so much money on yourselves... kthx, when you're old and I'm the one with the money, I'll be spending it on myself, and you're going in a home. Fair is fair, right?
John Peel isn't enough
In the early 90's, Pete Tong played Hardcore
When it was "The right speed"
Seb plays House
Lottie plays House
Judge plays Housey Trance
Fergie won't even venture past 145 BPM
So who will support Hard Dance?
Surprisingly, the most adventurous is Drive Time Dave Pearce
Playing Old Skool and Hard Trance on a Sunday night
And beyond adventurous is John Peel
The only hope of a kick-drum lead track above 150 BPM
John Peel is not enough.
- CLSM
Here I am, a day and two nights before I head back. Looking back, I really enjoyed my summer, but I can't wait for it to end...
That having been said, quick re-cap of my summer.
Things with Jen and I are infinitely better, first of all. I know that most of you already know that, and have known that for some time, but its definitely worth repeating. The last nights that we spend together before she left to go back were so wonderful, that I can't even begin to find the words to describe. I can't wait until next weekend. <3
So yeah, I got a kick ass job as a Junior Designer for KathodeRay Media, and what began as a stroke of luck, finding something pertainent to what I want to do within five miles of my home, turned into the ultimate in pwnage. I made more than most of my age in Greenville could hope to attain. I got paid lunch and breaks (where break = whenever I need one). I added thirty works to my portfolio (if you're interested, I'm sorry, but I can't show or give them to anyone unless you're offering me a job, because its all copyrighted material :| ). I was offered a job there during the school year, if it is a possiblity for me. I was guaranteed a job next summer, with a raise. And my boss even said, in addition to a letter of recommendation/reference whenever I needed one, that he would put in a good word for me with his business contacts in New York City, if I was interested in a job or co-op there. One year, and I already have one foot in the door... this pwns. \o/
On top of that, I got a second job at RPI's purchasing department, doing what I was doing during the school year. Funny; last I talked to them before that, they said "we can't promise you anything" when I asked about a job opening during the summer (in business speak, that means "no"). And a few months later, I get an e-mail asking me to come back. My boss even got Human Rapis-- err... :: clears throat :: Human Resources, to waive the student salary cap for me.
My favorite part is how no one thought I was ambitious enough to get a job in the first place. To which I have to say:
OMFG ROFFLECOPTERS PWND!!1111seven
Ahem.
I've still been gaming over the summer, though not as much. Dailup kinda limits how much you can do. That is, until I found Guild Wars. :D If you don't have it, get it, because it is teh. And if you already have it, add "Sora Mitsukai" to your friends list. n_n;
I don't know which came first: shitty rave music or the drugs. I wonder if it was just these, these non-music fuckheads who were, you know, sitting in their house one day, and they dicked around on a Macintosh and they go "Doop. ee. Doop. ee ee."
Here, put that on a white-label 12" and send it to the clubs. "Wow, man, you're brilliant! We'll put you on the cover of NME, you're fucking genius, man! You're fucking genius! Oh, wow, its Jungle/Trance/Hip-hop, fuckin' shit music. So you make music that's shitty and everyone sits there and goes "GOD, this SUCKS!" No, no, take these drugs... play the record again. "FUCK, that's so GOOD! FUCK!"
- AC Slater
Onto other things, despite that kicking so much ass, it has also highlighed by contrast how much I hate life at home, and how utterly useless my parents are, even though I am still bound to them just enough for it to matter. Case in point - I have been harassing my parents about my license. Just like last summer. And the one before that. But just like every other summer, no license. Every time I want to practice something more advanced than driving four miles to get home, its always "I'm tired," or "Not tonight," or my personal favorite, "Maybe later in the week." Long story short, no license. Not that I'd be able to make much use of it anyway, seeing as they sold my only ride.
Oh, no, it doesn't stop there, the shit gets better. My parents refused to co-sign for my loans this semester, saying "it goes on our credit report... and we won't be able to co-sign for Morgan's loans." Both of which are true. But what they don't say, and they think I am too financially inept to realize, is that the loan they took out to add the addition on the house is also on their credit report. As will the loan that they are [i]going[/i] to take out to add the new garage that just can't fucking wait a few years. So, by not co-signing for my loan, they allow themselves just enough credit to get that second loan if they need it (and they will, because they are the most financially inefficient people I know). Odds are, Morgan is going to be fucked anyway.
Wait, it gets better. I come home for the summer, and oh shit, my room isn't finished. Excuse me, Morgan's room isn't finished, which means, my room hasn't even been started yet, and is still being used as a storage space. I was promised that it would be done (her room and mine) three weeks into the summer. Huh. Two days before I go back, and I'm still sleeping on a temporary bed in the basement. I was told not to unpack, because I'd be moving everything up there anyway. Well, at least everything is packed for when I go back to RPI. This isn't home. This is where I sleep. Home is whenever I'm lying next to Jen. Home is when I'm participating in some form of asskicking. Home is when I'm happy. This isn't home.
The funniest part of all of this:
I heard my parents talking earlier, and my dad said, "I think we're headed into a recession." Oh, shit! Really?!!1 I don't know if you realized it, but we were going into a recession for some time now. That's what happens when you try to wage a senseless war with astronomical fuel prices wracking the national economy. I think you've picked the worst possible time to spend so much money on yourselves... kthx, when you're old and I'm the one with the money, I'll be spending it on myself, and you're going in a home. Fair is fair, right?
John Peel isn't enough
In the early 90's, Pete Tong played Hardcore
When it was "The right speed"
Seb plays House
Lottie plays House
Judge plays Housey Trance
Fergie won't even venture past 145 BPM
So who will support Hard Dance?
Surprisingly, the most adventurous is Drive Time Dave Pearce
Playing Old Skool and Hard Trance on a Sunday night
And beyond adventurous is John Peel
The only hope of a kick-drum lead track above 150 BPM
John Peel is not enough.
- CLSM
Here I am, a day and two nights before I head back. Looking back, I really enjoyed my summer, but I can't wait for it to end...