Easier next time
Two hours, give or take, to mix down an interview from 45 minutes to just shy of 10. It probably would have only taken an hour, but half that time was spent trying to remember how Audition works, locking up the program, and cleaning up the coffee I spilled all over the floor.
I'm currently e-mailing myself the files, because I can't get the fucking CD burner to work. I was going to work on a new promo for my show, but it seems that my Gothic lit professor decided to bump up some of the reading, meaning my homework for today went from manageable to overload in about a paragraph of e-mail.
This would be awful, but last night kind of kicked ass, so I can't complain. We hit up Kief's to find some records someone on the pop punk message board was looking for, watched a band do an instrumental New Orleans funk version of Green Day's "Brain Stew" that was interesting in the good way, saw some neat art at the Munny exhibit over at the Art Center, and checked out a little bit of Split Lip Rayfield. Dom doesn't handle crowds, or loud noises, or being told "no," so we weren't out as long as we thought we'd be.
We ran into massholecatlady outside Rudy's on our way home, though, and went in to talk with her and brimer and corkwis while they waited for pizza. Chatted them up, made plans for a Nuthouse get-together sometime between the wedding and Thanksgiving, and headed home to spice cake with yogurt frosting. That frosting is tasty, with no cooking required, and I have a recipe for anyone who wants it.
I'm currently e-mailing myself the files, because I can't get the fucking CD burner to work. I was going to work on a new promo for my show, but it seems that my Gothic lit professor decided to bump up some of the reading, meaning my homework for today went from manageable to overload in about a paragraph of e-mail.
This would be awful, but last night kind of kicked ass, so I can't complain. We hit up Kief's to find some records someone on the pop punk message board was looking for, watched a band do an instrumental New Orleans funk version of Green Day's "Brain Stew" that was interesting in the good way, saw some neat art at the Munny exhibit over at the Art Center, and checked out a little bit of Split Lip Rayfield. Dom doesn't handle crowds, or loud noises, or being told "no," so we weren't out as long as we thought we'd be.
We ran into massholecatlady outside Rudy's on our way home, though, and went in to talk with her and brimer and corkwis while they waited for pizza. Chatted them up, made plans for a Nuthouse get-together sometime between the wedding and Thanksgiving, and headed home to spice cake with yogurt frosting. That frosting is tasty, with no cooking required, and I have a recipe for anyone who wants it.