Friday, February 27, 2004
So a few years ago, I signed some online class action lawsuit thing against music companies for charging too much for CDs and then forgot about it. I've signed other things like this without result, and to tell you the truth, I've forgotten which ones I've put my name on, the expensive CD suit included. But then yesterday I got a check from the state Attorney General (who I did not vote for, by the way) for $13.86 as part of the settlement! I guess that's what they figured was the average price for a CD. So I'm happy about it, I guess, because it's always nice to get money in the mail without having to switch phone companies or subscribe to magazines I don't want. But I, like millions of others, took matters into my own hands with this deal a while ago and decided that my downloading a few songs here and there through P2P networks made things more or less even between me and the record companies. So you can imagine my moral quandary here. (Cool! I have a quandary!) To make things right, I have decided that the only right thing to do now, since the once rebalanced scales of justice are now tipping away, is to take the money and go out and buy a CD. (I am, by the way, taking suggestions on what to buy.)
Wednesday, February 25, 2004
Fortunately, I am going to visit my brother, who lives outside of Chicago, this weekend. Now, my chocolate problem and my visit might not seem to have anything to do with each other. However, right down the road from my brother's apartment is a Trader Joe's, and in said Trader Joe's, they sell this Mario Batali arrabiata spaghetti sauce, and I'm not sure what makes the sauce so good, but I think they might put crack in it, because it's really addictive. Anyway, I plan on buying a case of this sauce because once I open a jar, I eat it with a spoon until it's gone. Still weird and obsessive, but the way I look at it, a jar of pasta sauce is probably a lot better for me than eight handfuls of candy-coated British chocolate. So my plan is to get myself off the chocolate by getting myself on the tomato sauce. Yes, I know I have bigger issues here. One thing at a time.
Sunday, February 22, 2004
I woke up to a loud thud, and when I looked out the window to see what it was, I saw a dent in the hood of my car and a huge ice boulder next to it. At this point I'm ready to crawl into bed and stay there until June.
Thursday, February 19, 2004
Wednesday, February 18, 2004
So lately, every time I think about going back to graduate school, I think about how much I wouldn't get done, and how detached academia is from the rest of the world, and how there are a lot of people out there who have Ph.D.s in subjects that they know a lot about but really have no direct, hands-on experience in, and how I'm starting to have less and less respect for these people. But mostly I've been thinking about how, for now, being away from grad school is the right thing for me.
Monday, February 16, 2004
Sunday, February 15, 2004
Friday, February 13, 2004
After this week's computer drama, I decided to give myself last night and tonight off. This was also a pay week from both of my teaching jobs, so I did what any self-respecting single girl with a paycheck would do: I went shopping. And it was fun, and I got some kickass blackwashed red shoes and some striped pants, and I decided that I need to buy clothes more than once every three months. I also bought a saucier (!) and a lot of lotion. Here at amyscoop.com, we like lotion in the winter. Without it, our skin would crack up and hurt, and we wouldn't smell like Jolly Ranchers.
Other random things, mostly about food:
Update! Project working -- for now. Crisis temporarily averted. Breathing better. That is all.
Tuesday, February 10, 2004
I guess if there are any good parts about this, it would be the following. First, the project producer is being extremely understanding about the whole thing, even though we were supposed to show a rough cut to funders tomorrow night. She even offered to bring me something to eat. (I didn't take her up on it because, as you can imagine, I've kind of lost my appetite.) Second, I still have all of my rough clips available, so I don't have to recapture everything to my harddrive. Still, I have to reconstruct everything in the right order, with the right transitions, music, overlays, cutaways, and so on. I basically lost all of the decision-making that went into constructing a two-hour video. Oh, and the third is that it's not my personal project. The stuff I lost is for a community thing, and while it's important, and while they've certainly paid me well to do it, I would be infinitely more angry if it were something I did because I wanted to, not because it was a job for hire.
Still, I'm really fucking pissed. I know it's not the end of the world, but I feel pretty helpless about the whole situation. I have about two weeks to reconstruct everything, and I have good scripts to work from, so I think I can do it. Plus, we have some of the rougher cuts put to tape, so I'm not totally lost. Anyway, I have a headache and I don't want to think about this anymore for tonight. But it really fucking sucks.
Sunday, February 8, 2004
It also bothers me when your stupid friends park in my driveway. Yes, I know there are four of you living there, and I know that when you have friends over, there's usually no room in your driveway for them because there are already four cars in the driveway. I also know that they're not allowed to park on our street, even though they do on a regular basis. (No, that wasn't me who called the cops on them and had their car ticketed, but believe me, I've wanted to, and frankly, they deserve that ticket.) But this is my driveway. Not yours -- mine. I don't feel like asking your friends to move their cars. I shouldn't have to. They can park on the main street and walk the half a block over to your place, just like everyone else.
But I don't get too mad about the dog and the cars. Why? Because you have a wireless router. Maybe you don't know this, but the signal reaches over to my house, and I can hop on it any old time I want to. Yes, I have my own cable modem, but sometimes it's just easier to open up my laptop and use your signal, rather than repatching everything out of my desktop and into my laptop. I use your wireless to upload the updates to this site. And, I can email files to myself between computers, rather than patching my G5 and iBook together to transfer them. Your free wifi makes it much easier. And the way I see it, you kind of owe me for the dog and your idiot friends. We'll call it even.
So yeah, I'll put up with your stupid dog and your stupid friends in exchange for this wireless access that you don't know I use. But I swear, you forget to pay the bill and your service gets cut off? I call animal control on your mutt and the fuzz on your pals. We have a deal here.
Thursday, February 5, 2004
Wednesday, February 4, 2004
Oh, I eat my oatmeal with a few shakes of cinnamon, a handful of brown sugar, and raisins. No butter, no salt. In case you were wondering.
Tuesday, February 3, 2004
And then we're on stage and playing song one, and I can see my friend, who is the singer and guitar player, struggling with the mic. Then I notice that the boom isn't tight, and that it's slowly falling down. So I figure it's more important that the audience hear her singing than me drumming, so I get up to fix it (in the middle of the song, mind you) and realize that the screw to tighten the mic stand is stripped. So I look over at the stage tech, who is just sitting there. I realize that he doesn't get it, so I go over and tell him that the mic stand is screwed up. And he's like, yeah, I know. So I gently ("gently") ask him if he could maybe do something about it. And he was like, now? So I just gave him a stunned look and he reluctantly got up. By that point it was kind of a mess, but we got the mic stand replaced and we finished off the other two songs without incident. But still, if you're a stage tech, I would think that you'd be on top of things like mic stands not working. Dumbass.
Now I am exhausted. No more long drives for short sets.
Monday, February 2, 2004
I'm not particularly into football as a sport, but I am interested in the spectacle of the Superbowl and therefore had it on this evening while I was doing stuff around the house. I guess it was a good game, but I am more interested in the non-football stuff: the crowd, the commercials, and the half-time show. I thought the crowd was relatively mellow and the commercials were mildly funny, but the half-time show was just awful. Really really really awful. Costume mishaps aside, it made me feel somewhat ashamed as a music fan but also as an American to see how awful it was. Lip synching? Lip synching? Are you fucking kidding me? I'd expect it from Janet Jackson, but Diddy? And Nelly? Lip synching? There's no lip synching in hip hop! What the hell kind of sell-out bullshit is that? And they weren't even doing it well! The drunk spring breakers on MTV's "Say What Karaoke" are more convincing than Diddy and Nelly were. And it wasn't even a unified performance -- it was just, oooh, look at this star lip synch, oooh, look at that star lip synch, oooh, Nelly just said, "Take off all your clothes." Please. Note to Superbowl planners: Next year, can the spectacle and just get someone to sing -- actually sing. No stripper-dancers, no stages on fire, no bling bling, no nipples, and no marching bands playing the whitest interpretation of an Outkast song ever (what the hell was that?). Just someone on a stage with a mic and a band. Don't make us look stupid again. The Iraquis are laughing at us now. When you plan a shitty Superbowl half-time show, you give the Iraquis another weapon of mass destruction. (Yes, I know they don't actually have any. That's another issue for another time.)
But I must say, Neon Deion's gangsta-gangsta pinstripe suit was great. I kept waiting for him to finish up whatever he was saying about this or that play and just turn to the camera, wink, and say something like, "Pimpin' ain't easy but it sho' is fun." A suit like that demands it.
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