iTunes network fun

There are presumably 3 people in my building who EVER use the “share” function in iTunes.

Me, a female who I suspect is either English or Australian (maybe a Kiwi?), and what I suspect is a Korean male. I got a “warning, someone is connected” message when I tried to close iTunes a minute ago. Only the Korean is online.

Now, for those of you who know my taste in music, what would be your immediate response if I told you that an Asian male who owns the N’Sync Christmas album and about 6 hours of Bjork has been connected to my library for 2 days?

Recent set of keystrokes.


open /Applications/iTunes.app
(return)
fxn-l, (tab), (tab),
type "sasha"
(tab)
fxn-a
(delete)


New toy, new fun.

Okay, since I’m bored and tired of being worried that I cannot keep a steady tempo, I’ve decided to replace that with a form of music that will instead make me question my capacities in composition and timbre.

Highlights so far include making “Kick Out the Jams” and “I Wanna Be Your Dog” into passable Acid house basslines with the mc-505’s legendarily bad presets. Tinkering with all those pretty knobs makes it sort of work.
I can put these warm squishy sounds over some awesome 909 and 808 samples.

I just started making my own waveforms, and stumbled across something frighteningly similar to the keyboard intro to “Beat It.”

The latter tells me I have made a wise investment.

May I borrow your . . . POO COLOR? HAHAHAHAHAHAHA

This was a six year old’s adaption of “May I borrow your red crayon?”

He wanted a light brown crayon. For those of you following this closely . . .

Yes, it’s my beloved Woods. The same child who once thought spit on a finger was superior to a pencil eraser at the latter’s dedicated task.

I have no idea how he learned the word “poo.” Lucy, one of the standard spoiled little rich girls (the one who gave me The Ralph Lauren Tie) is now his girlfriend, and this served as an excuse for her to nag him. (sexist comment omitted) The brighter kids in the class know that Greg Teacher thought that all of the above was really, really funny. Because I am really a six year old boy and can’t control my emotions.

*edit* For any of you who noticed, yes. I am wearing a blue tie with black pants in the link above. I just remembered the shoes and belt were also black.

Does that work? I forget. Is the tie too light for black pants?

I forget the name of the early 20th century orchestra piece this goes well with.

I woke up this morning (June 6, 2007) at 8:00 am, and hit snooze.

I need to be at the bus stop by 9:00 am to be at work on time.

I got dressed, ate, and realized it was about 8:50 am.

I got about 10 steps outside of my building, and noticed that the streets were quite empty.

I then remembered that it is Wednesday. June Sixth. And I’ve forgotten my cell phone. I now have two reasons to go back to my apartment. To get my cell phone, and remember Why The Fuck June Sixth sounds familiar.

A quick trip to google took me here: http://www.lifeinkorea.com/Calendar/holidays.cfm

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK

Off to the park. I have a date with a sixer of The Taste of Passion.
http://www.zenkimchi.com/FoodJournal/?p=210