No news is not good news, it's just no news (shut up).
No, seriously, I would post if I had news.
But what do I have? Nothing new, since I go to work/go home/drive people around.
But wait! I have old news: So last year exactly I was on a road trip that turned out some insanely bitter times for me to look back upon.
I think I'm actually to the point now where I can write about it. Maybe not to where I can listen to the audio conversations we (bitchface and I) recorded (I keep turning them off in disgust and looking for something to hit) but the other recordings, instead.
For example, the bootleg I recorded ad the U-Mass show. Which, I have found, is the only recording in existence. Since that discovery, I've been trying to edit the files down so I can post them on the live torrent sites.
Yet small problem. While I can hear the files fine, I cannot extract them from the dvdr to my computer without crashing the computer! WTF! Today was my day off and I spent it obsessing over this.
I'm kind of a hardcore collector of bootlegs, so I don't want to just record the show from my speakers (think about the quality degradation!) so I MUST FIND SOME WAY TO EXTRACT THE FILES. I can edit the opener's audio fine. But the main act? No. Will not import.
This is what got me thinking that I may actually be able to write something. Since I can, you know, listen to the show without cringing.
I mostly regret not punching her in the face and leaving her by the roadside 1000 mi from home.
That previous sentence was harsh and totally not something I'd do in reality, but I was feeling like a Spartan (PREPARE FOR GLORY!) by that point. Like how the Spartans would kill the weak/sick babies so that the strong ones would be better cared for? I felt like that. Barbaric but true.
Yay for reminiscing about the past. When NOTHING IS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW. (which is a lie, but it's so fucking boring I don't want to discuss it)
When I, like, grow a pair I'll talk about it.
But what do I have? Nothing new, since I go to work/go home/drive people around.
But wait! I have old news: So last year exactly I was on a road trip that turned out some insanely bitter times for me to look back upon.
I think I'm actually to the point now where I can write about it. Maybe not to where I can listen to the audio conversations we (bitchface and I) recorded (I keep turning them off in disgust and looking for something to hit) but the other recordings, instead.
For example, the bootleg I recorded ad the U-Mass show. Which, I have found, is the only recording in existence. Since that discovery, I've been trying to edit the files down so I can post them on the live torrent sites.
Yet small problem. While I can hear the files fine, I cannot extract them from the dvdr to my computer without crashing the computer! WTF! Today was my day off and I spent it obsessing over this.
I'm kind of a hardcore collector of bootlegs, so I don't want to just record the show from my speakers (think about the quality degradation!) so I MUST FIND SOME WAY TO EXTRACT THE FILES. I can edit the opener's audio fine. But the main act? No. Will not import.
This is what got me thinking that I may actually be able to write something. Since I can, you know, listen to the show without cringing.
I mostly regret not punching her in the face and leaving her by the roadside 1000 mi from home.
That previous sentence was harsh and totally not something I'd do in reality, but I was feeling like a Spartan (PREPARE FOR GLORY!) by that point. Like how the Spartans would kill the weak/sick babies so that the strong ones would be better cared for? I felt like that. Barbaric but true.
Yay for reminiscing about the past. When NOTHING IS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW. (which is a lie, but it's so fucking boring I don't want to discuss it)
When I, like, grow a pair I'll talk about it.