The Other Sense of the Word 'Incestuous'
Jun. 24th, 2002 05:16 pmOne of
lilairen's posts is — well, no, it's not really about her posessed CD changer, but a couple of the comments in the resulting thread are. (I don't know
linenoise from Adam, but it's clear we subscribe to the same philosophy of topic drift in conversation.) Last night, inspired by that bit of the thread, I assembled all of my .mp3s into a single playlist, hit the random button, and set that bugger loose. I haven't done this since back in the day when I was using K-Jofol (a program I still kind of miss), because my collection got unweildy.
Conclusions:
I have an amazing quantity of mediocre-to-shitty music that I have downloaded or actually ripped myself, and which I keep around only because I'm a packrat and I have a completeness fetish. I am allowed to delete some of Keeps' and Värttinä's worse transgressions from the playlist, thank god.
Live Wired is a better album than I give it credit for, and I should listen to some of the songs on it that aren't Surface Patterns or Mindphaser one of these days.
Ditto Blue Lines and Protection.
WinAMP is clearly in love with Franka Potente or something. That's the third time it's played something from the soundtrack of Lola Rennt.
I still want to bear Hildegard von Bingen's children.
I don't know what Maynard Keenan looks like, but from his speaking voice I'm guessing he's about four feet tall. These are the cries of the carrots!
End conclusions, so I can talk about Keeps some more. (He's not a band. Värttinä is. He's also not from Finland, though he does look like the poster child for the Aryan Sisterhood.) He's still sending Darkhawk and me email about his various adventures in Europe (the most recent one begins, and I quote, 'TURKISH BATHS'). When he gets back, I'm going to try to convince him that he wants to get a livejournal and post his emails. I may have to torture him a little, but what's a few hot pokers and live readings of our scenes from DragonMUCK between friends?
Conclusions:
I have an amazing quantity of mediocre-to-shitty music that I have downloaded or actually ripped myself, and which I keep around only because I'm a packrat and I have a completeness fetish. I am allowed to delete some of Keeps' and Värttinä's worse transgressions from the playlist, thank god.
Live Wired is a better album than I give it credit for, and I should listen to some of the songs on it that aren't Surface Patterns or Mindphaser one of these days.
Ditto Blue Lines and Protection.
WinAMP is clearly in love with Franka Potente or something. That's the third time it's played something from the soundtrack of Lola Rennt.
I still want to bear Hildegard von Bingen's children.
I don't know what Maynard Keenan looks like, but from his speaking voice I'm guessing he's about four feet tall. These are the cries of the carrots!
End conclusions, so I can talk about Keeps some more. (He's not a band. Värttinä is. He's also not from Finland, though he does look like the poster child for the Aryan Sisterhood.) He's still sending Darkhawk and me email about his various adventures in Europe (the most recent one begins, and I quote, 'TURKISH BATHS'). When he gets back, I'm going to try to convince him that he wants to get a livejournal and post his emails. I may have to torture him a little, but what's a few hot pokers and live readings of our scenes from DragonMUCK between friends?