Teh Squeaky Wheel
A blessed Sabbath, Gerbil Nation!
I hope Mac is doing well as a bachelor with three cats and houses.
Mrs. Paddy and I went to a senior recital at Teh Younger’s school yesterday. The young lady played flute pieces by Bach, Poulenc, and Ibert accompanied by piano, then joined a jazz combo for pieces like “Fly me to the moon”, “Black Orpheus”, “Donna Lee”, and “Take the ‘A’ Train”. She was also selling her artwork (everything from pencil sketches, to watercolors, to acrylic paintings, to digital media) to raise money for a charity she’s involved with. So much talent in one person -- she’s also an incredibly nice young lady.
Hope everyone is doing OK and enjoying this lovely day.
Watched a dismal Kings performance at the local bar yesterday as they lost 2-1 to Chicago. Mrs Sven played several songs on the juke box including the Guess Who’s American Woman and that started an animated discussion with a regular who went on and on about that song being a protest song. I’ve never thought of it that way, but interpretation and all that. Mrs Sven found this nice parody:
Inflatable woman, nothin’ much inside.
She’s my blow-up bride.
I picked her up at the discount store.
I took her home and threw her on the floor.
She looked at me with that vacant stare.
I could tell she was my kind of air--
Headed woman, I’m gonna make her mine.
She’s practically human, as close as I could find.
(Short instrumental break with blowing up sounds.)
Inflatable woman, layin’ next to me.
Inflatable woman, if only she could see.
She’s a real cheap date at night.
She’s quiet and don’t have much appetite.
And if I feel like givin’ her a smack,
She always finds a way to bounce right back.
My woman, my little rubber maid.
Inflatable woman, I can always get lay-ay-ay-tex…
(More instrumental and blowing up sounds, followed by a loud pop and the singer crying.)
Thanks for the pics yesterday; lookin’ good! As re teh problem with your doors, I dunno…although something about the faux mullions looked a little weird to me. Liked all of the landscaping, ‘tho.
“Donna Lee” ain’t no walk in the park; glad you and teh missus enjoyed the recital.
I distinctly remember the CBS records rep coming into the store I managed in Chicago with a promo copy of Jaco Pastorius’ first LP. When I asked “who’s this guy?”, he just grinned and told me to play the first track. Which I did and got knocked-out:
I found this when I got up this morning. WE. ARE. NOT. AMUSED.
This is one DVR, one DVD player, two VCRs, a flat screen TV on the floor and a one TB external drive on the floor back against the wall.
Somebody was very naughty.
Huh. So after a rather wild night at Casa Mac, with Elena out of town, and correct me if I’m wrong here: you are going to blame THE CATS?????
Hey! If it was me then it would be Elena’s stuff that would be trashed, especially as I could blame the cats.
It’s a good story, Mac, but needs a little work. Not that I don’t believe you, but others might be a little skeptical. But not me, uh uh, no way.
You might not doubt me if you knew what a pain in the butt it is to hook all this junk up in that shelf.
Last month, I had a late night drunken conversation with my cousin back in Maryland. One of the things he mentioned was that for years and years on June1, the anniversary of his father’s death, he felt entitled to be an a**hole to everyone around him. He changed his ways a couple of years back after realizing that it was a bit unfair to those closest to him, but said he still felt guilty about it. So I told him, hey, on June 1, and I’m marking the calendar up right now, I’ll give you a call and ream you out to make up for it. We both thought that would be pretty funny.
Well I forgot about it, but then yesterday flipped to the new month on the calendar, and there it was-barely legible, but I remembered our conversation. So being a good cousin, I called him up. He answered the phone with a weary hello, and I launched into him: you selfish $*$()$( who the %&)#*%$R*($ do you think you are you miserable lazy *#&$()*$)*$)…and on and on-it was a good 90 second blast-quite entertaining I thought.
Who is this?
It’s your cousin, Sven.
Silence. Then he says he just hung up his phone not more than 5 seconds before I called and was talking to a cousin on his mother’s side: his favorite uncle just died.
Silence-on my end this time. Oops. Bad timing, huh?
Crikey…I’m sorry the minions of Satan cats wreaked such havoc with your A/V/computer setup. Hope that all of the gear is still functional and that teh re-cabling goes as smoothly as possible. As you might expect from a home studio owner, I’m rather sympathetic re what a PITA it is to get everything properly connected and functional.
(But look on the bright side: you probably don’t have to worry too much about geeky carp like word clocks, dithering, myriad input/output possibilities in both software as well as hardware and multiple devices which are a bit finicky regarding synchronization amongst themselves. Dang digital gear!) 😉
Unfortunate comic timing is unfortunate. Hope neither you or your cousin are too bummed. (And that down the road you can both have a good laugh about it.)
See, Mac; even Fatwa buys it!
Yeah, we were cool. Had a good long talk.
The cables seem to have saved the devices. Everything seems to work and only one HDMI cable was ruined. I do so much cross and multiple connections that I keep multiple spares of all kinds of cables on hand so I just replaced it. I could not imagine how the cat got up there to knock the things down but I am rather sure he just knocked over the TV that was on top of the computer. That fell almost to the floor before the cable pulled tight and that pulled off the stack in a big cascade. I am amazed I did not hear all this but the cables seem to have kept things from actually hitting the desk so it may not have been as loud as it looks. Cats!!
The door will be shut when the room is not in use from now on.
Mac? I don’t think you’re supposed to use cables as strain relief, but in this case, it worked.
TMS mentioned this band Texas Hippie Coalition. I’d never heard of them, but I like them. Much.
The cables seem to have saved the devices.
It probably also helps that A/V stuff these days is generally lighter than it used to be, along with the fact that even the relatively inexpensive jacks and cables in consumer electronics are typically more rugged than twenty years ago.
…I keep multiple spares of all kinds of cables on hand…
Heh. I don’t think I’ve had to purchase any cables since I left Los Angeles in ’04 as I learned at a young age (via gigging) that having extras on hand was rather convenient.
Yes. I have many parts and cables for building computers and as I have several complex setups here and also serve as technician for the family I have many cables, splitters, and adapters. Many things like cables and adapters are very cheap to buy on sale on the internet but ridiculous if you have to buy them at the store. I always have extra mice, keyboards, hard drives and DVD burners on hand for this reason as well. I have often been glad I had them.
As VCRs with analog tuners (still work with cable) disappeared I bought three used Sony VCRs. Two are in use and one is in reserve in the closet to replace one that goes out. I bought the same model so the remotes would interchange should one fail.
Man was that ugly. No, not my first wife, but rather the Kings performance tonight. On the plus side, my guy Jonathan Bernier finally got to play in a playoff game.