I just got e-mail from Dean, the webmaster of a Concrete Blonde fansite. Earlier this morning I’d e-mailed him about my little writeup of last night’s show, and he went ahead and posted it on his site!
Does this mean I’m a published author now?
Enthusiastically Ambiverted Hopepunk
Music is a necessity. Though I focus mostly on alternative/industrial/EBM/electronic styles, my tastes are eclectic and wide-ranging.
I just got e-mail from Dean, the webmaster of a Concrete Blonde fansite. Earlier this morning I’d e-mailed him about my little writeup of last night’s show, and he went ahead and posted it on his site!
Does this mean I’m a published author now?
It’s Thursday morning, and I’m sitting here staring slightly bleary-eyed at the computer monitor here at work, trying to do two things: firstly, kick-start my brain into gear after being up fairly late last night; and secondly, see if there’s any way I can communicate how absolutely cool the Concrete Blonde concert I went to last night was. I’m probably not going to be able to do that good of a job, but…(shrug). Trust me. It was incredible.
…the Yahoo profile for dj_woody_on_lsd is not — I repeat — not me. ;)
Okay, I’m kind of frightened — as I was making my paper deliveries, the girls up in HR (Can I say ‘girls?’ It’s probably not politically correct, but at only 28, it seems kind of funny to call people within a few years of my age either direction ‘ladies’ or ‘women.’ Not that they’re not ‘ladies,’ I’m sure…it just seems a bit too formal. But I digress….) were listening to MC Hammer‘s 2 Legit 2 Quit. Kinda scary. Kinda funny (especially since all four of them still remembered all the movements…but then, so do I…), but kinda scary. Weird stuff.
Hmm…if I didn’t babble so much, the title of this post would probably be longer than the post itself. Score one for being talkative!
Okay, the last two mixes that I’ve had to post are now up — A Fine Day’s Mix and Difficult Listening Hour 04.
Well, now’s as good a time as any to play a little catch up after the past two weeks or so of the server being down.
Well, since Candice is currently in Anchorage for Christmas, I’ve got some time to kill for about a week until I head north, so I’m using the hours to finally get the mixes I’ve made since I’ve been down here converted to .mp3 format and posted on my propaganda page. I’ve just posted Difficult Listening Hour v2, Torimix v2, and Mission Accomplished. If you give them a listen, please let me know what you think!
I’ve got more to get posted too…hopefully there will be at least one or two more up today.
Okay, so sure, I haven’t actually posted any real content since my site came back online…but I just stumbled across this, and am completely jazzed about how cool it is.
Google just added the ability to search through Usenet postings — 20 years of postings, actually, dating back to 1981! I’m afraid it would be all to easy for me to spend hours searching through this. I did take a couple minutes on lunch to do an ego search, and came up with a bunch of neat stuff from when I was active on Usenet. Discussions on whether the Borg might be related to V’Ger, nine inch nails fans in Alaska, good introductions to Taoism, introducing myself to the alt.music.nin newsgroup (and again), and my earliest returned post was apparently posted February 9, 1994 about live nine inch nails cd’s. Yikes. Anyway…really fun toy to play with.
Pigface is going to be in Seattle at the Experience Music Project as part of their Preaching to the Perverted tour! I am so there.
From time to time we meet certain companions.
We walk with them, we carry on conversations,
We sing the old songs, we play card games.
It takes time to suspect that something is fishy,
That the person at our side is merely an echo,
Of something that came before.Now as the last leaves release their grip from the tree,
And the ghosts conclude their brief shore leave,
We must remain on earth.Our new companion is winter.
And as we prepare to enter this new dialogue,
We light a candle,
And we hold on to our seed.
In case, by some miracle,
Spring should surprise us once again.
— Jason Webley