Category: General

More what I was going for, less well drawn.

She (pekinjay) has put an evil thought in my head which I’m unable to shake. I may have to do something about it. But it’d be sooo… bad. But it’d be a real shame to waste this idea. Argh!

The one problem with the huge expansion in the sheer quantity of music available to the music lover with the rise of bittorrent / mashup sites / fast internet connections / amazon “ship me this cd right now”.com and the like is that I now have enough music on my machine that… well. Having encoded my entire CD collection (I really did, and yes it did kill my DVD drive) and whatever, I’ve now got 51 Gigs of music alone. 51 Gigs.

That’s mostly VBR encoded MP3s and some Oggs (can you tell I used to use Linux a lot?). That’s 10,059 files (there’s some playlists in there and CD-covers for mashups, etc. But essentially, that’s about 10,000 music tracks). There’s some repetition, because I did the encode everything more than once; and there’s CD’s I downloaded that I later bought and encoded . And yeah, it needs sorting. But have you ever looked at 51 gigs of / 10,000 files and thought about manually going through and looking for duplicates? I got rid of a few files by putting a file comparer on which compared filenames and so on, but still there’s loads. And there’s single files from back when I didn’t have so much disk space – and then there’s files where they’re on a best of or various artists album and also on an album I own (for example, Garbage’s Milk is on the Garbage album, but also on Ladykillers).

But if I remove one then… I need playlists for everything.

Yeah. And that wouldn’t work well. Because… it wouldn’t, okay?

So yeah. The reason I bring this up – because I was listening to the Best of Bootie album whenever I downloaded it; and I wanted to listen to it *today* and couldn’t remember what it was called. After a while I though it started with ‘B’ and still couldn’t find it. Eventually I went through the entire alphabet one file at a time… and… found it. But… It was just… not good. I now have so much music… that I can’t find what I want to listen to(!)

And I’ve *still* not got round to building the video/music player for the lounge, which I’ve decided could really do with a touchscreen / flat-screen; because then… well, then you’d not have to have the TV on while listening to music; I was considering mounting the thing in an indy case, if John decides to get rid of it. Of course, actually getting it is low down the priorities list… Heh.

This is fabulous; it’s a shame the quality of the original image isn’t that great, but still it’s printed and awaiting finding a home in the house. I do fancy visiting Oratorical Ivy though.

Winner of hitachi dying harddrive music project. It’s hard to believe this song’s made entirely from dying harddrive noises, but it’s incredible. Did I point you all at printer music too? Hang on… Here… That’s brilliant too.

And finally in a quick bunch of links… DJ Earworm. More mashups, courtesy of Nikki.

In other news I’ve been playing with songbird. If my machine wasn’t so dog-arse-slow then I suspect it’d be a very good iTunes clone. Well, it is a very good iTunes clone. It’s quite nice to use, actually; and doesn’t seem as obsessed with pissing about with my music collection as iTunes was. I shall play with it further. It may even survive the possible upcoming reinstall by force that’s being called for by Windows unbearable slowness.

Oh, no, hang on a minute. 45 minutes stood outside a comedy club by myself isn’t fun. Yes, that’s right, it’s annoying… *sighs*. I know university societies are disorganised, and I know I’ve got no mobile, but couldn’t *someone* have considered telling me by means, perhaps, of finding me stood outside the club; and said ‘hey, Kate, we’re not going to Jongleurs tonight afterall, we’re doing something else…’

Or could they perhaps have answered their mobile when I rang?

Aparently not.

Now I’m in a pissy mood because I’ve wasted enough of my evening that I don’t really feel like doing anything much else.

Getting out of the car after 6 hours driving. Although logically I knew that the 350 mile journey to pick up my bike’s engine would take around 2.5 hours there and 2.5 hours back plus a bit here and there; I neglected to think about it really. 6 Sodding hours of driving. 1.5 of them, roughly, through London’s heavily congested and very slow moving traffic. My left (clutch) foot is really, really tired.

I’ve not actually eaten lunch, but that’s not important because I’m not hungry. I actually felt pretty good when I got there, it was the drive back that’s really been the killer. Mind you, I’ve averaged 50mph over the entire journey which is pretty impressive.

I also singularly failed to get lost, which tells you that I’ve been to Burwin once too often.

Then I got back… there was an exciting looking silver ‘signed for’ letter. How to explain… I have some problems with some ID documents; I found out how to correct them. It didn’t seem to complicated, there were even forms for sorting out the problems. I filled in the forms, got other relevant people to fill in the forms. And then they sat, because I had to go and see a solicitor to get various things statutory-rily declared (if there was such a thing). Anyway, I finally got that done, about 5 months after the forms were filled in. Sent them off.

Got them back, very quick turn around; they’re no longer the correct forms. The forms have changed. I’ve managed to get them to send the form *directly* to the person who needs it; but since it took him a month to fill it in last time and it’s got to be in in one month? Meh. I don’t value my chances that highly.

Meljoann

Goeth and listen.

…I’ve said a provisional yes to the GLBT Union meeting (from my uni, I now get to find out that they’re all 18, just came out… and so on*). Yes, this is the first time I’ve been to a uni-based GLBT group. I can’t really afford it, but hey, fuckit. *And* I’ve asked a few questions about the Studenty studentdom of student meal – at Bath – so I might be doing two things I can’t afford this week.

It would be substantially easier if I could drink when I went out. But because bristol’s train service is so crap I *think* I might be able to drink at the Bath thing, but going to town and daring to come back after, say, 8pm. Well, then you’re just a brazen hussy, clearly, and have to wait until 6am for a morning train, or catch the nightbus. But I’m still *really* unclear on which bus to get to get back here. And I don’t really want to have to change busses in some grotty bit of Bristol at 2am.

* not that there’s anything wrong with that mind, it’s just I’m not up for a large crowd of people still questioning what it means to be out…I just want a nice chilled out evening with dykes (Hey look, a JCB, I think I’ll just borrow that a minute, I’m not digging this hole big enough by myself).