June 2nd, 2004

Wedding day

Frequency-modulated MIDI still rocks my world (not that I mention it in this post)

Damn and blast.

I missed a meeting at work.

I missed a meeting at work because I'd set an alarm in my calendar to go off at 1:20 reminding me that I had a meeting in ten minutes, and instead it went off at 2:46. I even printed a screenshot as proof, not that it's going to matter. I'm a little pissed off about this, more because I should have remembered the meeting than for any other reason.

On a different subject, I was right about this month's MP3, These Doors Are Open. A day later, I'm listening to it through headphones, and parts sound really weird. I know how to fix this. In fact, there are a lot of little things that could be fixed either by a) a lot of sonic spiffing and tweaking, or b) simply recording it through a different instrument set. Guess which I'm about to choose?

Originally, These Doors Are Open was composed on the other instrument set, which I happen to really, really like. The samples mesh better than any other complete GM set I've ever used or managed to cobble together from other sets. The major drawback is that while the samples all work together, most of them are muddy or contain background hiss (read: "are really muddy"). It's a tradeoff, but with a little filtering I can make it listenable through headphones, and I think it'll come out better than the MP3 that's actually posted on my site. I'll probably see what I can do to make it less repetitive, too. I am not willing to change this piece enough to keep it from sounding like something I would have composed in 1999.

In 1999 I'd decided that I wanted to be Bobby Prince when I grew up.

I also just got an e-mail from my dad asking what I want for my birthday which is coming up next week. I said all I wanted was manicotti and a carrot cake, but I know that he and my mom are really looking for gift suggestions. I've come to terms with the fact that I'm not getting an army of robot monkeys. Ever. 's fine, but I've had a pretty hard time coming up with gift suggestions since I've been employed. It's not that I want for nothing, but I'm also not comfortable begging for stuff anymore. I guess I could've said "gift cards redeemable toward clothing and gas."

I should also decide what I want to do for my birthday. "Nothing" is a fine answer for me, but the Janesville Troupe keeps pestering me about it. I think Ellen has something planned, but I don't think it's a "let's invite everybody" sort of event. And I wonder what -- if anything -- my housemates want to do. Out of deference to the ones I love, last year's hijinks will not be repeated, nor will they be spoken of in this forum. Rumors involving six milk bottles and a tuning fork are totally unfounded, and the twenty seven eight-by-ten color, glossy photographs with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one explaining what each one was to be used as evidence against us are still classified.

No points to those who got those references, but no penalties will be issued either because nobody remembers Return of the Killer Tomatoes, and anybody who is unfamiliar with the song Alice's Restaurant must be some kind of heathen savage.

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