this is unbelieveable--



Cool Edit Pro is now Adobe Audition



Adobe Systems Incorporated acquired the technology assets of Syntrillium Software in May 2003. On August 18th, 2003 Adobe released a rebranded version of Cool Edit Pro 2.1 as Adobe Audition™ software.



gasp...





at least they haven't changed the interface much--it doesn't have the signature xp cartoon icons yet. maybe once microsoft buys adobe.

why am i always so tired?

i feel a little better tonight after talking to andrew. he thinks that this funk of mine is a result of my non-collaboration. he compared it to his situation with the painted taints. he thinks that i need another band, or to collaborate more. i think that another project would do me some good. something different, that's for sure. i'll keep my eyes open for opportunities to play with other people. i don't want numerous side projects, that's for sure, but one would be a good thing for me. the thought hadn't even crossed my mind until talked to andrew tonight.



he thinks that i need more 'music therapy' to deal with my funkiness. he probably has a good point.



my right foot is officially a bloody mess.



tomorrow, i'm going to pick up the synths.

i've lost a lighter. usually i can totally hang onto them. i'm pissed. i think that tomorrow, i'm going to get some zippo jews. maybe i can lose some of these zippos.



i finally got audacity installed. drunk dependency resolving ought to be outlawed. now the evil redhat update agent is out to get me. sure, it ain't cool edit, but until a linux alternative comes up, i'll use it for basic crap. it has some effects, it can do multitrack, and it's free. the coolest part, though, is that it fully supports editing aif, wav, mp3, and ogg. that's wicked shit.



i'm drunk.



today i found this slick web-based player so that i could listen to flaming lips all day at work. i decided that we would need one. it's built in flash, though, and it seems dumb to have some unfamilar interface for people. if this shit ever gets mixed, we ought to either have short demos streamed or fuck it, and allow people to stream everything. they'd have to be semi-ambitious and streams never sound as good. thus, i've been looking into streaming shit. i'll need totally crappy mp3s, though.



meanwhile, back at the ranch, i'm totally conflicted about this rock thing. i think that i've found a solution, though. i shouldn't be a member of the band. i was totally harsh on one of ross' songs. i should have been more diplomatic. i (unfortunately) was totally honest for once. i think that a lot of stress on all the parties involved could be eliminated by me not being in the band. i'd be happy to play bass for them until they got a replacement. i'd even play the stuff that they desire. right now, i think that the power dynamic is totally fucked up. there's no real reason that i should feel like i have anything invested. i really need to just be "playing bass for" the red cloud.



i removed myself from the website, however.



i'm more comfortable with being 'that guy who plays bass', or so-and-so's bass player.



i'll run this shit by ross sometime this weekend. i need to transfer this cash to him. i'm fed-up with this treasury responsibility.



speaking of money, i totally have the feds off my case. i got a letter today, so i'm relieved. i'm actually planning my spending carefully so that i keep my liquidity. you never know when you'll need to leave town. being economic man, and master of float just plain sucks.



i think that i'm going to do some volvo work this weekend, attempt to rescue synthi-ceasars from andrew's, and buy some new shoes.



why do VU meters totally lie? i can safely record tapes hotter than cds and thwart the dreaded noise floor.



i ought to email mr mike. apparently he's engaged. the prophesy is coming true.



i'm glad that i'm so so so single with no potential partners. lately, i've been a real dick to everyone i know, except e-doggy dogg. i can certainly be pleasant if i want to, but there's really no point as i see it.



the world is full of total fuck heads. the way i see it, i ought to just sell out and join them.

i think that i'm having a nervous breakdown.



i must be, since my skin disorder is back this morning; weepy hives are the best! hopefully i can fucking relax and get rid of them. that's not likely, though.



the last time this happened, it didn't go away for like 8 years. at least it was only agonizing for 2.



i've invoiced a shit-load this week. with all of these projects going away, i ought to be looking for a job, and not blogging.

maiden rocked. i'm astounded by old rockers. it was like they had just gotten wireless systems.



apparently the same people who go to our shows go to maiden shows. i saw quite a few of our regulars there. there's nothing quite like being recognized by strangers. at least i got some booze out of the deal.



e-doggy dogg and i had a blast.



more rock tonight. seems like it's been a while.

whoo hoo! tonight is iron maiden. can you say ROCK!?!?



e-doggy dogg and the androgynous vero are going with me.

i have too much responsibility at work, i've decided.



i think that jesus is dying. he's been looking particularly shitty lately. he gets out of the hospital tonight, and should be in the office tomorrow. i put a photo of a small child on a playground in a frame on his desk. i figure that i'll switch out the photo on a regular basis. i'm looking for strange photos that are work safe. it's too bad that strangeinsertions.com doesn't pass that test.



yankee hotel foxtrot is such a great record. i made a tape tonight for the bat mobile. a lot of it sounds like the cure without really whiney vocals.



i dreamt that ross shot me because he thought that i was fucking his girlfriend. then he stuck me in the trunk of a car. as if being gut shot by my buddy wasn't enough, it was hot in the trunk. he kept me in there for a few days, only popping open the trunk to give me capri sun pouches. it was very much like that toy box experience when i was two-ish. that was a blue toy box, and this was a blue cadillac. except i was bleeding, and there was this green corrosive shit on the bullet. i found that out once i extracted the bullet. i had to tear the entrance wound wider. it must have been something huge like a 50 cal because it had mushroomed into a wad of twisted corrosive metal that was about the size of my fist.



eventually, he dumped me into a well much like the silence of the lambs well. there wasn't a small dog, cross dressing (would you fuck me? i wouldn't), or lotion, though.

two shows this weekend. headlined the tavern. yay. i'm so burnt out it's not even funny. we're using the beast for bass now, which really makes it rock.



we're going to be in a japanese music magazine? i knew that being nice to our backpack wearing fans would be a good thing.

i haven't listened to the chinese restaurant show for a long time. i still can't believe that we actually played those instrumental shows.



it's actually interesting to listen to now.



linux is great. today i fixed a drive and got the OS to see it. unfortunately, i don't have rights to write to it. i continue to forget that i'm not root like i am at work.



there's a dead fly in my potatoes.

maple/maple block inlay necks ain't cheap.



i dreamt that i hacked a co-worker who routinely gets on my nerves (fucking engineer assholes) to death with a fire axe. she was shreiking about her favorite client (randy) and i couldn't take it anymore. in the dream everyone was naked. it was some seriously rated shit when i chopped her up, and i fucked her bloody parts. i've been obsessing about that all day since she was out of the office having surgery today. i hope that it wasn't a premonition on something



it's raining. yay!



i wish that i could tell my boss that the "help" is a hinderance. he wouldn't care. nevermind that i have to redo her shit to make it right. dumbass can't even make copies correctly.



homosexual women and married women are much more attractive to me than heterosexual, single females. i think that i have a problem. maybe i can marry some gay chick.



disco music rocks.



i'm drunk.



ezra brooks is on sale. like weak beam or something. i don't feel guilty mixing it up--i'm an old school space rocker.



i've had this cocaine jones that won't stop. it's really bothering me.



i drew up a tattoo. i think that it's about time for this shit.







heller is writing some amazing pop songs as of late. i feel like i can cut loose, and no one has said shit about my unruliness (sp). the guy has pop sense, but i still don't think that we're pals. andrew and i, on the other hand, seem bonded. must be a rhythm section thang.



christ. i'm totally inebriated.



think that i'll sign off. not much more to say.

i'm a little behind on this shit.



saturday i ran into jerry only at the rock stick mega house (aka banjo land). we played a deplorable gig at the lions lair. i thought that we had rhythm section solidarity to never do that again. wendy was there though, which was pretty cool. i really like her a lot. i actually got unplugged from moving too much. ha ha.



it looks like i'll be able to build that p bass into a bad mother fucker. i think that a lighter instrument will kick ass. looking for a 70s jazz neck with block inlays for it.



work has been killer. i'm so burnt out on this shit.



in two weeks, kerry will be back in town. yay!