Over the Weekend
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tmcgOn a stormy, windy day over the weekend, a gong buoy pulled loose from somewhere and came within about twenty feet of the shore here. As of this morning, it had washed up almost onto the beach and was listing on its side. It's been making a haunting sound, a drone that rises and falls, like the last dying cries of some great lonely sea beast as it looks into the next world.
I started feeding two cats out in front of my house. A scruffy black one that looks pregnant to me, and an adorable kittenish tabby. The black one will almost come up to my hand when I put the food dish down, and may have been socialized at some point. The tabby is more skittish, possibly feral. I'm already overfond of them. This does not bode well.
I finally hooked up a bigger USB hub and started uploading tunes to the eentsy weentsy portable MP3 player I got for my birthday (four months ago). Way behind the curve here, but: This is way cool. To maintain cosmic symmetry, we went retro in the living room, hooking up my SO's 1970s audio equipment as a temporary replacement for the components that have been crapping out one by one over the past few months. Dials! Big round dials! I remember dials!
My house has become a Great Vortex of Electronic Fubarity. The technonecrology thus far: CD boom box. CD changer. Cassette deck. Audio receiver. Portable cassette recorder. Discman. Digital cable box. Old VCR. CD burner on new(er) computer. 3.5 floppy drive and CD-ROM drive on old(er) computer. Cheap inkjet printer. (This doesn't include my car, which died of mechanical failure.) Attrition doesn't quite explain it; the general cause remains mysterious.
I started feeding two cats out in front of my house. A scruffy black one that looks pregnant to me, and an adorable kittenish tabby. The black one will almost come up to my hand when I put the food dish down, and may have been socialized at some point. The tabby is more skittish, possibly feral. I'm already overfond of them. This does not bode well.
I finally hooked up a bigger USB hub and started uploading tunes to the eentsy weentsy portable MP3 player I got for my birthday (four months ago). Way behind the curve here, but: This is way cool. To maintain cosmic symmetry, we went retro in the living room, hooking up my SO's 1970s audio equipment as a temporary replacement for the components that have been crapping out one by one over the past few months. Dials! Big round dials! I remember dials!
My house has become a Great Vortex of Electronic Fubarity. The technonecrology thus far: CD boom box. CD changer. Cassette deck. Audio receiver. Portable cassette recorder. Discman. Digital cable box. Old VCR. CD burner on new(er) computer. 3.5 floppy drive and CD-ROM drive on old(er) computer. Cheap inkjet printer. (This doesn't include my car, which died of mechanical failure.) Attrition doesn't quite explain it; the general cause remains mysterious.
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Date: 2004-11-29 11:18 am (UTC)Oh that oil business, such an environmentally friendly biz.
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Date: 2004-11-29 03:04 pm (UTC)Kitties...
Date: 2004-11-29 08:13 pm (UTC)Fortunately, I have an electronic drum set-up in my apartment and they repay me for cat food by having to listen to me blast my rhythmic experiments at top volume.