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You know something that's been irking me?

I've been developing a twitch. It makes me want to verbally abuse people who tell me '...Yeah, my PC's hard drive recently crashed, so I bought a new PC...' or something along those lines.

It's a silly solution and a little wasteful.

And it bugs me.

...and how's that for a change of layout? Not so much a change of layout as a change of colour. As I kinda dig the layout, as it's generally nice and functional (sidebar excluded), so I ain't changing it. Speaking (or not) of the sidebar, it's now even more stuffed up. I should do something about that sometime.

www.myspace.com/zombierhythmsection

I think I got that link right. I haven't seen it myself yet, as my worky blocks MySpace.

Lucas put this up recently, and will presumably be updating it whenever I give him a version of a track that he deems worthy for public listening. So there you go. That's how you fine readers will hear the tracks we come up with. Solves the problem that I spoke of a few posts back of having to find a way of non-myspace music hosting. Problem solved.

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PROBLEM SOLVED!

Yesterday was Valentine's Day. And I was due to work my shift at SF, and SF being SF, they made a big deal about it. Being single, I made a big show of acting bitter about the whole thing, which was fun.

Also made it obvious (to everybody who didn't know already) that it was Craig's birthday, who, being Craig, threatened bodily harm to everybody who made any type of reference to his birthday. Also fun!

They had a system where you could buy a valentine lolly and sent it to someone anonymously, which was kinda lame. I ended up going against my instinct to do the opposite of what everyone else is doing and I actually sent two over to someone who (apparently) has a crush on me. I hardly know her and she works one floor below me, so I hardly get to see her (truth be told, I didn't even know who she was until I was instructed by Lucas to check her intranet profile, as he was the one who told me about her). Even after that point, I still never saw her around.

So anyway, I finally caved and thought 'bugger it, I'll send her one', since by this point, there were thank-yous being emailed out left right and somewhere in between (given the anonymous nature of how most people sent the lollies, the thank-yous had to be sent to everybody). I heard that they were running out of lollies, so I went to buy one and, wouldn't you know it, they ran out. So I approached Craig, who, not surprisingly, received something like 15 of the things (possibly from somebody like Damo, who probably would do something like that). He 'sold' me two - I offered genuine Australian currency, but he would only accept used ink-cartridges and my soul. I then had him send them over, as nobody else was around who knew where she sat.

After him giving her a few helpful hints about who it was, she emailed me with thankings (if, in the event that it was, in fact me who sent them). I indicated that she was right and that I was indeed the culprit. Then we played email ping-pong with words and so forth until her shift finished. So I finally got to talk with her and as an added bonus, it was over a medium that I'm familiar with, as opposed to say, talking, which I'm rather hopeless at.

In other news, I saw that dumb Hannibal Rising film that's been released.

Worst Revenge-With-Swords Film Ever.

No, really. Even Kill Bill was better than this.

Lucas and I (and Craig, no less) have been working on a track for our last session, which I have been in the process of mixing since (this has been going on for the past few days now.

Don't get excited. It's not an actual song. It involves Lucas throat-singing (although that sample has been severely distorted with phasers, pitch-shifters and then layered quite a lot), a bunch of random noises that have been made to sound like things they're not, and a simple off-putting 7/8 drum beat which drones on throughout the song.

I should figure out a way to put that sort of thing up on dis blog, since I refuse to get a myspace.

But then, does anyone read this other than Lucas?

So a customer was reading an error message out to me over the phone and I was taking it down to sent to another department, as we don't handle that product.

He starts to read:

"OK, so I'm getting 'Recovery error: (that's e-r-r-o-r)..."

"Yes, I can spell 'error', thank you"

"...22.jpg already exists in your recovery folder (that's f-o-l-d-e-r)'"

"I don't mean to blow my own trumpet, but I am pretty certain I can spell most words that would appear in that message."

He continued reading out the message and arbitrarily deciding which words I may be having trouble with. Sigh.

I just decided to start messing with him and saying things like: "So, was 'file' spelled p-h-i-l-e?" And "How's that spelled? D-e-l-o-r-t-e-d?"

Another reason I'm glad I no longer drink coke (much).

Oh, and I'm sorry about the lame title. Had to put something up there.

Anybody noticed that kebab shop guys always look really out of place in a food-preperation environment? They generally seem to resemble industrial tradesmen if anything, but hardly look like the sort of people who'd serve food.

This bolt from the blue occurred shortly after I asked for a kebab the other day at the kebabbery across from work and the guy serving me said 'Yeah, I'll weld you one.'

So I recently went and blew a large portion of my savings at Billy Hyde the other day.

1 50-watt guitar amp, which regularly retails at 2k. This I have been meaning to buy for a while, since I can no longer convince myself that my guitar actually sounds any good through either of my bass amps, because it just ain't true. It has a built-in overdrive that just kicks arse. I used to think that Sarah's boss distortion pedal was pretty cool, but this thing blows 'em out of the water.

1 dynamic micrphone of some sort, normally worth 290 bucks. I already have a bunch of dynamics lying around, but none have a very good top-end. To put that into practical terms, I can't record Lucas' hi-hats very well. That's now changed.

I also ordered in the following, as they're not normally stocked by Billy Hyde, or anywhere else in Sydney that I know of...

1 MXR Blowtorch. RRP - 375 bananas. This sucker is a bass overdrive/distortion/fuzz pedal. These things are pure evil in an angry-looking little metal box. I may sell my existing unit, as even though I got a rather large discount on this, I still had to pay a bit for it (I don't care how badass a pedal is, in this day and age, 375 bucks can only be described as: OVERPRIIIIC'D!!!)

1 white Fender Jaguar, $1150. The guy who was looking after me looked this one up to check its availability, as Jags (and Jazzmasters) are only made in Japan, unlike the more popular Fender makes. Even then, supply rarely keeps up with demand, so I was lucky that I'd be able to get it sent over within a few weeks.

Another employee in the store walked past the computer screen as the order was being made and did a double-take.

"Whoa, they're still making those?! Geez, I'll have to check that out when it comes in..."

Heh, heh. Yeah. I have reached the epitomy of music snobbery. I just had to go and buy the Fender that people didn't know Fender actually made...

So, yeah. I got discounts on everything, which took the price down a lot, but all in all, as I said to the guy who was helping me:

"Today, I truly am Billy Hyde's bitch."