The sun came up exactly at dawn today, and I was awake to see it because some jackass forgot that the time on one side of the planet is no even close to the time on the other side of the planet.  It’s no even the same day, dickhead.  If you want something done right, dear reader, hire good people to do it.

I can’t watch TV anymore in this country.
The problem is apparently I’m one of the few people left around who hears the music in the language. I hear the music of words and sentences. Words are music to me.  There is rhythm, melody, intonation and dynamics, right notes and wrong notes…a well formed sentence is a song to me. Unfortunately for those of us still cursed with a decent ear, that music has gotten unacceptably wretched in the last 10 to 15 years. Listening to commercials on TV is like listening to a monkey banging a pot against the skull of a baby seal. It’s a grotesque series of guttural grunts grunted in a utterly artless manner.  The people who watch these commercials then thoughtlessly learn to repeat these moronic grunts because the people on the TV do it so that’s just what everybody does.  The result is that everybody is walking around saying the exact same thing the exact same way.  The same wrong song using the same wrong notes sung by all the wrong people.  And it is absolutely soul killing to have to listen to this bland cacophony day after day.

Everything is up and running in the new studio.  Today has been a lot of clean-up and watching tutorials for new software.  It is going well, dear reader.

N.P.: “Way Back When” – Trent Reznor and Atticus Ross