Mouth HUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRts

...really badly. At least it wasn't anything like last night, where I got nauseous after getting general anestesia (apparently, the teeth were digging into my jawbone. Screw local; I was gonna be OUT for them to fix that). Two times puking, and I'm back to feeling sub-par!

Just hate the fact that my mouth hurts. Oh well (boo-hoo).

Interesting things happen when I was out. I remember thinking that I was going to think of something amazing. Within the 15 seconds or so that the drug was being administered through the IV, I kept thinking girls, music, and a lemur with his hands up in the air.

Guess which one I dreamt of for those 60 minutes...

(>.<)

That, and I dreamt of many colored horizontal stripes. Why...not really sure. Didn't feel a thing. though! A++ would do business with again (just not soon enough).

BTW..

..

...

Oxycodone's a helluva drug.

O.o goodnight los angeles.

Women and Their Boobs:

"I can see why they're happy with smaller ones. I'm sure their back pain's the equivalent of peanut vendors at baseball games. Sure, she's got all the attention in the world (I mean, REALLY), but is it worth it? Having your name and specific body parts (in this case, your merchandise) hollered out by every other guy in the crowd?

I guess it's not all the same as a peanut vendor, 'cause it's not like everyone's staring at your nuts...

...it is the same if they have the money for it."

- Mac East

Dear Parents,

This year, I'm cutting out the middleman in the red suit and beard and going straight to you.

If there were ANY three things that could benefit me right now, it would be these:

1. Tascam DR-07 Field Recorder

Most of my music's either influenced by my surroundings, or sampled from my surroundings. Recording these things with a tape recorder has not only proven itself to be less efficient, but also cruddy in terms of quality. With this, I can record just about anything. Imagine, an accomplished producer with professional samples taken from drums...coffee shops....TYPEWRITERS! Not only that, but with the low-pass filter, I can get down and dirty with the bass drops. Who doesn't love bass drops???

2. Axiom 61-Key Midi Controller

This is just downright-sexy. With semi-weighted keys, more controllers than the star-trek command desk...I can do soooooooooooo(oooooooooooo) much more with actual controls hooked directly into Live. It would make a great upgrade from my current 49 key MIDI controller, which, honestly, has seen better days. This is a MIDI controller that I can actually "play piano" with.

3. Canon Rebel EOS

(>.<)

I suck, I suck, I suck.

I think that, for as many pictures I actually take, and seeing as how I'm going to be buying MANY more 24-exposure rolls in the near future, why not just pay off for a few and get this? I've been a great fan of Canon...and this is as close to as what anyone can say as "industry standard."

That's asking for a lot. If anything, I'd be happier with bigger lenses for my Minolta 35mm camera from '98. Even so, my family's financial status is in the gutter. I shouldn't ask for much. What I have right now is plenty - if not more than what others barely can grasp. So I get it - I have no right to ask for more. It'd be nice, boy can I tell you that.

I'm happy with my iPod Touch upgrade that I bargained tirelessly with the Apple store for (after 3 years, I've finally upgraded to SECOND GEN. NICE!). Looks like the frame rate of my life changed from 24 to 30.

Real story behind 'Until September'

In August of 2010, I started talking to a girl that really wanted to explore the world. She wanted to escape Colorado (still can't see why - Colorado's the BOMB...) and see what she'd seen on television many times before. The only way she could ever see doing that was to join a volunteer community that would send her to remote regions of the Earth, and promise her food, education, and a once-in-a-lifetime chance to see the world for herself. So, she did it. In September, she left for a year's worth of exploring.

I haven't talked to her since, seeing as how she's in rural areas, much without internet nor communication standards. I'm assuming she's in Russia, at the moment. She was really interested in the language and the orthodox christianity that resides there (yeah, she's a bit of a religious nut). Nevertheless, that's the real story behind "Until September" - it's literally what I look forward to next year.

Now you can add "I write songs when I'm in love with something or someone" to the list of "I write songs when I'm pissed at something or someone". Who the hell gets publicity in music doing that?

Pic partly related

Full moon, lunar eclipse

FUCK YOU, HIPSTERS.

I like my moon and my social networking.

/goodday

P.S. Pic related: It's me and my bitch.

51st Post/Finals!

DONE AND DONE! Already, I'm almost 1/7th worth a year's done with posts! Not bad for someone who started merely 6 months ago? Maybe more...but still. It was fun.

I thank everyone who was in my first semester classes. You really made my life less dull in school (not like you never do, anyways). I'm starting to talk to new people, which is kinda cool. Especially one person, who I REALLY hope to get to know more of (hint: she's the basis for 7AM :D )

Got some Auraria sit-ins for tomorrow...so I'm gonna try to head to bed early.

...like THAT's ever gonna happen!

Pic related: it's a really bad coincidence.

Just like raindrops...

Basement Jaxx, Royksopp and the Chemical Brothers top my favorite alt-electro artist list.

Yes, even above Boys Noize.

In other news, I'm in love. Just gotta find that girl I'm in love with.

Heheh...

Just like raindrops...just like raindrops.

FINALS WEEK! I'm not even stressed (or mad). That's a good sign. It means they should be easy.

Until next week (or until I'm bored).

7 AM: New plans

This is a rewrite and addition from a post on August 3rd, 2010:

7 AM, a new song, just recently created by me, will be the first to have a video recorded by me.

The movie goes like this:

It starts out with a girl waking up constantly at exactly 6:59 AM, without need from an alarm clock.

...that's all I can figure out, at the moment. That, she's cute, and she works at some boardwalk stand, but the important thing is that she sees everything that goes on before a big crowd makes it's path through.

In order to shoot this, I'm going to have to wake up early. This is going to suck.

Also, help wanted: Cute girl.

EDIT (5/Dec 2010): Finally, progress with the vid! My idea includes that she wakes up and gets ready for work. She's fully suited in a black apron, blue t-shirt and visor with flower embroidery. She works a flower stand in the city. Her attitude seems to be super optimistic and every day, people treat her like she's the nicest person alive. No one takes advantage of her nicety; they all respect her and her business. Today seems just like any other day, and by the end of the song, something eerie but unexpected happens.

That's right, she's working the stand on Tuesday, September 11, 2001. At 8:46 AM, she looks up and sees the first plane hit the WTC. She's unable to think; she's never seen anything this bad. She's always thought good of the world, giving mankind a chance. At the end of the video, she's seen, collapsed to her knees, crying and covered in ash, with people running away from the debris field. The music becomes detuned, oscillating and dark (from it's light approach) as a fade out into sheer gray darkness emerges.

...and who said I couldn't be a director?

Yes, this video's based off of a girl I know in real life. I dream that someday I might be able to get to know her more, as well as seeing her mad. I'd remember that for the rest of my life.

This is how my brain works

There's always an order of how my brain works. Strangely enough, whenever I try to recall what something or someone looks like, or even if I'm trying to remember a music video, I go through the strangest process.

*NOTE: In my mind, I have no clue all these things are linked, but my subconscious knows something's up.

I start out thinking nothing of the proceeding things:

The "Going Postal" comedy sketch is brought up in my recommended vids.

This triggers two things: Postal and Microprocessors.

I have no clue in hell what they could mean, but I remember hearing a song on the UPS commercials. I remember the swath-switch sound that's part of the beat.
(I probably get this from being a producer and what-not)

Afterwards, I remember a music video related to the manufacturing of microprocessors and some form of love-tension.

I have a 51 percent chance that the song and the video are tied together.

NOW I WANT TO FIND THAT SONG AND THE VIDEO BADLY.

At this point, I start searching up microprocessor manufacturing videos. Somehow, in my brain, the video I remember seeing is either about microprocessors or mail. Both ways, it's about an intricate system. I spend about 3 weeks searching up microprocessor how-tos and get nothing.

ALL OF A SUDDEN

I search "The Postal Service" on youtube. That's the second and final remnant in my head. First thing that pops up; the video.

SONOFABITCH.

I started with two things:

- Microprocessors

- Postal Service

I expected to end with one or the other.

I ended up with both.

I have so much faith in humanity now, as well as a reassured feeling of how my brain works. It's really something else to remember something from, practically, completely nothing.

Also, this is why I love the internet.

Check, check, double check:

Interior Crocodile Alligator vs. The Reward is Cheese? Check

Worked Invesco Field yesterday? Check

Met the girl of my dreams? Double Check

Invesco Field (First Day):

Yeah! Everyone's getting pumped for the big game. There's so much faith put in for the broncos. Only problem? This was at least 4 hours afte we arrived. Those four hours were full of running around, freezing and taking inventory. Series of events are listed below:

- Arrive at north lot of Coors Field

- Catch shuttle heading to Invesco

- Get off, pass security pat-downs in less than a minute

- Sweet! Finally in...oh wait

- Scream. Now I have to wait 30 minutes for dad to get stuff from vault

Meanwhile, on Level 0 (my level)...

- Cheerleaders

- Cheerleaders

- MOAR cheerleaders.

...whoa. If only I had the guts to talk to one of them...

OH! BUT I DID!

- Casual conversation started by asking them who they are (yeah, durr) and feeling G.

Ok, dad's back. Heading back up to our stand

- Didn't get club concessions, but that's okay, we're working merch!

- Note of caution: Take the freight elevator. It's the law (apparently).

- Open up shop...it's cold....both the stand and colorado.

- Taking inventory!

- Two other people working our stand started inventory. Their dumbasses decided to leave because someone got 'sick'. Not only did this take away two of our employees, but also the only beerstand worker we had. THAT'S THE MAJOR SELLER. Figured out later that they just ditched the game. I'm never forgiving them.

- Re-taking inventory thanks to their stupidity.

- Open! By now, it's noon. Kickoff's in two hours. SONOFA....

- Nevertheless, we got customers...quite a bit

- Try 200 before kickoff. SCORE.

- Selling and living and fighting and falling and flying and growing and playing and praying and pushing and rising (I heart W.G.), finally it's kickoff!
- Due to some technical malfunction, the wireless card swipe machine logs off leaving the technical error "Ethernet connection failed". Yeah, someone's about to get their ass kicked.

- Our 'handy' supervisor informs us that glitch happens "every game due to broadband overload". Really, Invesco? You'd think 2001's technology would get an overhaul, especially when the machine's only at version 1.1....

- Still going good without being super cold or hungry.

- Other heartfelt employees at our stand tell me and dad to head off for a break.

- We disagree for a minute

- We fight over it for at least 5 minutes

- Okay, dad gives up. Nice thing is that meal vouchers are redeemable at club seating concessions. YES! Living in luxury :)

- Two burgers later, I'm full and ready to work.

- Time's about 3...just a few minutes before half time.

- No more foam hats? WHY? Apparently, people are getting mad over them. YES, mad over foam hats. Only in America..

- Halftime through the end of third quarter was sale after sale after sale. To imagine, if we had our beer cart open, we'd make at least FOUR times as much. DAMN :/

- End of third period; no more beer sales....figures.

- Broncos are down two touchdowns, by the end of fourth, they PULL IT BACK UP!

- Me: =D YEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSS!!!!!!! *jumping*

- Everyone else: ...who the hell is that kid?

- Fourth quarter and all drunkards aside, time to finish inventory. Yes, that means me counting everything AGAIN.

The time's 8:00. We're done, and so is the stadium. Everyone heads to the shuttle (freezing, but now the shuttle's warm and cozy), and we all head back to our cars in the Coors Field parking lot.

- Get off

- Greeted by old man, borderline mooch approach, but reassuring attitude.

- Drive off in a cold jeep to finish my essay paper (8 pages in 2 hours, BOO YEAH! Planning ahead FTW).

Key points:

- Employees there are NICE. Super nice; I would've never expected it.

- Streakers have it easy; north gates are just about as open as your mom's...yeah.

- Wireless transmissions just about run the whole facility. That's right. Culture jamming couldn't be easier over an aging 2001 system. Believe me...

That's it. Can't wait to see what happens next week...

IDEAS POPPING OUT OF MY HEAD

THINGS I HAVE TO REMIX/CLASH EVENTUALLY:

- Rock The Casbah - The Clash

- Sade - Smooth Operator

- Interior Crocodile Aligator (Chip Da Ripper) vs. The Reward is Cheese (deadmau5)

- Lady (Parts 1,2) - Isley Brothers

In the meantime, I'm building up my acapella library.

(and watching Michael Gray's "Weekend" on repeat. Damn, that chicks one hot POA)

YEAAAH!

NEW SHOES!

YES!

YES!!!

OH YES!!!!!

(BTW totally stickin' to adidas now)

Here, fatty fatty...

I could care less if you're an attention whore
Literally, it's bugging me and everyone else.

Quit texting me at random intervals just saying "hey" or "whats up" or "you should come to my work"

I'm not going to respond to your stupid FWD:FWD:FWD messages. I don't care if there's a picture of a dead baby on my screen, I'm not going to talk to you. For all I can care, you can explode and no one would really notice. They'd just notice a missing gravitational pull and the loss of a great amount of B.O.

Just...fix yourself up, for your own sake, not for me or anyone else.

EDIT: Wow...that was stupid...

So, she counted totals (points out of certain points) instead of percentages...

Still, she finally got those assignments this morning

YES

I'm up to a 95% now. Good enough for me

/end rant

Wow, THIS is just bad...

So I looked at my grades today. 70 percent in health?? That's not right!

Before the presented picture, I'm not assuming the following:

- The teacher has a grudge against me

- The teacher made this 'mishap' on purpose

- A bell curve is shooting my score down

Here's Exhibit A (click image to enlarge):

I did a basic average add-up. As you can see, I'm being given 70 percent for this class. Divide that total by 11; things don't add up!

I should be at a 76 percent (which, at my school counts as passing).

I also know for a fact that it's not the mistake of the web app, as, mentioned on the bottom, a teacher can apply their own 'weighting' to a grade final. Fair? I call bullshit.

Just thought I'd say something. Tomorrow, she'll be presented with a printout and a teacher-violation threat.

*NOTE: I claim this as my own property, so in the chance that any administrator finds this, I can lawfully say it's my personal, revealed property. Small print sure sucks, doesn't it, teacher?

Ok, nostalgia time!

0:41 to 0:45

I'm not sure what is is about that clippet (other than it's the almighty himself), but during those buildups, I feel a sense of nostalgia. I remember it from my childhood, I just don't remember what specifically, when it happened, or anything other than that. It's the beat and synth, and that's what triggers it. I think the font on "I heart house" also triggered it for me.

All I can remember is that the sound is very quantized, almost too much, and may sounds as if it may be off by microseconds. There must be a name for it!!! It's driven me to make electro house, and I have plenty more examples of this!

GAAAAAH.

I HAVE CLAIMED MY FONT!!!

Eurostile, bitch!

Also, I'm trying to get a working version of this song. I always think up of vids before songs...is that bad? Maybe I'd make the next Hans Zimmerman (or better: Joel).

Check it:

I'm tired of being the scum on the bottom of the barrel.
I'm tired of clingy, no life brats chasing for a dream they'll never get.
I'm sick of getting the bottom-of-the-barrel deals on anything,
regarding or not regarding women.

Even more, I'm tired of not "having it my way" more often

So what do I do? Change things up!

I say things the way they are, and I feel damn good about it.
Hell, I'll even leave many things unchanged.
Both ways, I'm getting what I see as "the truth" out there.
Even if this means offending people, I'll do it for my own sake.

People really need to listen when I'm being an asshole, because I'm making a point.
It may not be a reasonable, valid reason, but it's an uncensored and raw perspective, which is up for debate whenever.
I may be nice, but simply put, I'm going to let far less people take advantage of that.

Oh, and I use grammar in an extensive and accurate manner, unlike people who use it as useless communication. Learn to write, ass-hats. If there's nothing else that demonstrates your active state of intelligence, it's how you use the language you grew up using (or have been using for a long time). I've seen foreign students in community schools do better with broken english compared to scum like you people (YES, YOU PEOPLE).

While I'm at it, I hate people who seriously have power problems (as in they feel too powerful).
It's bad enough that you have to hawk over a classroom of working, diligent students, but it's even worse that you have to passively spread your ideas and personal thoughts amongst them. You're paid; we get it. That doesn't give you the power to make us your mindless drones. Shut up and do what you're really paid to do. (That doesn't include being a bitch, okay?)

I've done some really nice things, but lately, I've noticed that people I've swollen my mind over haven't even the attention span to notice I exist. I apologize partially; this is a mistake that I should've noticed far before I made it. I think this will tie in nicely with the "nice" factor. Simply put, there'll be a time when I just won't have time for you. Your time's coming up really soon.

- Mac

Wow, talk about Tl;dr...and Trolling (seriously, who'd read this?)

Blah Blah Blah

Project Litnu's gonna be pretty cool. Since I'm officially done with bluepulse, all these new projects are coming to mind.


IT'S AWESOME!

I have time to work on a remix, other projects, perfecting stuff, sleeping, etc.

IT'S AWESOME!

I think I'll finally reorganize my iPod tomorrow. Also, I'm gonna keep a damn planner. I have to have one; I just can't remember so much anymore.

Well...I can. I just decide it's easier to get stuff done.

Litnu. I'm publishing that word.

FOOTBALL FOOTBALL FOOTBALL!

I kinda stopped playing it after a while.

I finished the last song in Trial Runs, so I just need to mix it all up! :)

Sorry for being gone, whoever is reading this. A LOT has happened in the last 12 days.

Believe me.

Bedtimes, etc.

The following is presented without sounding like a little kid...

I want to see the following BANNED within a year of me living in this house:

- Bedtimes

- Computer "Off" times

- Ridiculous curfews

- Stupid concern for bionic-hearing neighbors

- "Disrespectful" calling times for ANYONE (even if they have more lenient parents)

Really, day to day, I want to scream my head off with these uncertainties. They're pissing me off!

I wonder if there are dinosaur parents who still can't use a computer, alongside assign bedtimes and curfews before 9. I think that's a downside of growing up sudo-religiously.../sigh

Tomorrow: Football

After that: Football game

Strangely enough, none of that will matter within 5 hours after.

In the true words of Fatboy Slim, "Why try harder?"

Stupid cold. I'm blaming excess of sleep as a result.

Strange finding, as well:

House music is played in hotels more than it is in clubs.

Electro-house music is played in clubs more than hotels.

You do that.

That's one thing I fucking hate; people who hang up without saying bye or anything in that nature. It's rude, and I get seriously irritated when it happens. At least have the decency to say something so I don't look stupid in front of other people talking like a moron without anyone on the other line. Really makes my day - really - thanks, asswipe. Oh, and blame it on the reception while you're at it. That DEFINITELY happens in Westmister, CO. /s (if you're really that ignorant)

Well, I tried. Apparently, I can't get any rooms for NDK next year, simply because somehow, 150 or so people beat me to it. It's been only 3 days since whatever the receptionist told me to call back. Go figure, the 16 year old fucks everything up.

I want to build a zip line 500 feet up just to get away from ^^^ THIS.

DAMMIT!

FFFFUUUUU

I hate clingy bitches. Case closed...especially when they're begging for attention.

They are the absolute rise of disgustingness. Everyday when I might get a new friend request, I hope it's a really cute chick with the same problem I have. Maybe then, I'd have a girlfriend. Other than that, it's a waste of my time.

Sometimes I feel like I'm Winston and that perfect getaway is Julia (thanks, 1984 + sparknotes!)

Also, I'm thinking contemplatively on staying offline on Facebook Chat indefinitely. I hate the sound of popping every five seconds when I'm trying to (hang on...brb).................

...when I'm trying to write something or work. Thanks to FB, I stayed up til 3 in the morning yesterday finishing up a paper. Then again, I could have just quit facebook or finish my paper when it was SUPPOSED to be done. So yeah, no good blaming anyone.

I really need a breakthrough. Oh, and if your name's Sarah and you just added me, I have no clue who you are, but you like dubstep. This is going to be a very violent friendship, I can already tell you that.

Mein Kamphy Chair

This...and suzie as well.

It's so fluffy!!

Best hat choice in a while. I think I'll keep it!

192.168.2.1 phone home!

So, I watched my friends + fellow DJ partner leave for fun venues while dad yelled at me for being "too loud" over the concern of highly-sensitive neighbors and their bionic hearing (apparently). As a result, I'm here, typing up my plans for renovation; new house!

Plans for my future house:

- Bedroom + Studio to be surrounded by concrete walls 3 meters thick.

- No bionic-hearing bitchy neighbors.

+ No bitchy neighbors

+ No neighbors, period

- Backyard's world-famous amphitheater

- Frequent housewarming visits by Thomas and Guy (Daft Punk)

- Contrary to Basement Rhythm's party bad being in the basement, my nightclub's to be upstairs in my gigantic abandoned attic.

- Hidden passageways EVERYWHERE.

+ Narnia

DJ AM sure was living my dream in Iron Man II...

Also, I want a damn girlfriend. It's about time I found someone "acquainted" with my lifestyle.

(Hey, my 16's showing!)

Other than that, I'm tired. Remember that scene in "Despicable Me" that has the boogie bots? I'm dubbing that with one of my songs ^.^

Maybe I'll include the "IT'S SO FLUFFY!" part, as well...

Ok, cool. Back to editing Conscious Operator!

Big realization...

So now I know why they're called "Far East Movement"...

It's because...

..they're asian.

Oh, you crazy asians and your Pontiac G6's.

In the making for a VERY LONG TIME

Today was accomplishment-full:

My dad finally had "the talk", only this talk was better adapted for my age.

It included condoms. YAY DAD!

Megan's was fun. Heard her mom yell at the new freshmen at school (her brother).

AND!

I got new 10" subs! We call them "The Advent Children" or "Advent Twins"... mainly because they're made by Advent Car Systems. I took the liberty of replacing the cones with subwoofer-prepped advents and tweaking the tweeter. These cabinet speakers will be stacked on top of the 15" kustom speakers we already have to offer "ceiling bass". In other words, a VERY THICK BASS.

Imagine this kind-of thick:

It's the 22nd of September...

Nothing happend. Oh well, tonight's moon is supposed to be the brightest it'll be in a few decades. Yes, it's bright. VERY bright. Lite-brite bright.

Rachel Toledo. She's very sarcastic and witty. I think I may have just found the counterpart of Crowbar!

Oh, I kept that dirty dirty shirt. It wouldn't be so dirty if it didn't have TWO things:

1. "Barely Legal"

2. "Hustler (Hardcore since '74)"

I'm wearing it to school tomorrow.

ROW ROW FIGHT THE POWAH!

Tomorrow night will be...

...the 21st night of September. I'll report back if something amazing happens.

/Sigh...

WHY CAN'T BLUEPULSE HAVE MORE FANS!?!?

I mean, look at this! They deserve more, don't you think??

...and have you seen BUZZY??? Whoa. That's originality!

They even went to NDK?? Whoa, chick on the right's TOTALLY a fan!

Girls, Piano and Algebra

Procrastinating on my studying for the algebra test tomorrow is just great. Really is....

In the meantime, I learned this in just about 15 seconds after seeing the commercial. WIN

Oh, and new chick I met last night doesn't really want a relationship. Damn. Oh well, look how far I've gone, lately :)

Good Morning

It's 21:07, and I'm not all that happy.

Actually, I feel really down, but now that I talk about it, I fell selfish.

Can you blame me? Them kissing in the hallway...dammit.

So, the only way to become happy is to change something, right?

*NOTE:

So, obviously, I have to change something.

In addition, I've raised more than enough from my earnings to replace the faulty keyboard bevel on my MacBook. After I pay for it, I just have to wait a week, and plug it in!

I'm getting that damn acapella of September so I can finish that beautiful mashup.

September (Earth Wind & Fire) vs. Digital Love (Daft Punk): I CALL IT!!!

Dear Mr. Mau5,

If you do plan to use a sample of you slapping a SM57 (mic) against your ass, could you please tell me WHERE in your VMA's setlist you're using it? That way, I can laugh at it, when no one else knows what's so funny.

Thanks,

-Mac

P.S. Tiesto's probably dying of anguish/jealousy. Haters gonna hate.

New girl...dammit.

Out of all the years that I needed to actually pay attention in my classes, this one hands me a new girl.

Once again my face after I see my reputation slowly die away:

School's out for summer

Okay, contrary to what I want to believe, it's back in session.

I could NOT be happier. NO.

Still, it gives me a logical excuse to wake up nicely dressed every morning, eating a decent breakfast and wearing a spiffy backpack. All of this, yes, is thanks to high school.

Yesterday, I shot some video of pirates walking along 16th Street Mall. BrethrenCon's coming up soon, and they needed a promo for their website.

JOB = DONE.

Truly, however, is that it's hard finding a copy of "He's a Pirate" in mp3 form.

Oh well, they're happy with it.

Just to keep things going in my momentum of hunger, I've posted a flashy poster of the AC (lightning symbol) DC poster I have hanging on my bedroom door.

Thanks, producer. That, and the 17 shirts I got from him. Lookin' good!

New mixer, women charmer, etc.

Yep, SOFI (Some Other F*cking Input) came in today.

It's really something else. While it looks like another typical mixer, it does a lot more. I finally have something well-qualified to plug in my turntables into. Not only that, but OMNI now goes through that, as well as an input for an iPod (or some other 1/8" output). Headphone mount on top is really nice; quick for switching. At all times, 5 inputs can be controlled, but 9 inputs total are possible (that's more than plenty for me).

The main point I got it is because the mixer lights up like a christmas tree.

Tomorrow, I try plugging it into my vintage 1978 Traynor P-Ancient PA through balanced XLR cables. That'll be interesting.

Oh, woman charmer? Saw some girl walking down the street in Olde Town Arvada. She was cute, so I smiled back. /score

I'm out of toilet paper, so I'm stuck here for a while...

Busy on the phone, urgent news.

...but I took time out of my busy science installations to write a blog.

Hello. This blog is about Mary and Erin. They are both lost on a golf course. I'm assuming this golf course is somewhere in the United States.

If you find their bodies anywhere on that golf course, please, contact the local authorities and not me.

Thank you.

Below is a time-enhanced photo depicting what they may look like now. For safety reasons, their identity is guarded by a black block over their eyes.

(NOTE: Mary is on the left; Erin, on the right.)

Seven Days

There are now both seven days since my last post AND until I go back to school. So, I'll make this brief.

New 4 channel gemini mixer on tuesday! I'm calling it Sofi.

I finally submitted some of my work to Matt Darey, a DJ for the Ministry Of Sound (as shown below)



Hopefully, I get a callback!

Speaking of callbacks, I submitted an application to Halloween City, which will be temporarily be taking the spot where Hollywood Video used to be...before Netflix.

Oh, and it's only 72 degrees outside. I'm gonna miss summer.

Sudden realization

I spent all of today with one of my closest friends. After 2 years of knowing her, I've just realized that I do truly love her, but in a sisterly way. She trusts me like no one else, and there's so much in common. It'd be wrong of me to pursue any form of relationship beyond that.

Also, NEDERLAND! Beautiful day for it. I plan to take her there when the aspen leaves start changing. Also, that sketchy café is still there!

Pic of my soul sister? /sigh FINE.

Happy now?

EDIT (5/Dec 2010): Wow, I'm stupid. So many things that didn't happen. So much wasted time. I'd like you if you weren't so busy and confused. I'd like you even more if you actually liked me back.

EDIT (7/Dec 2010): Nevermind...I still somewhat love you. Congrats :)

EDIT (29/September 2011): You got pregnant, dropped out, all while crushing everything I stood for. I want to thank you for teaching me how dangerous emotions can be. I've got some friends to warn...

New messages, people, samples

Starting off well, today!

New people: J.K. from Hampshire, England (no, this is not a joke)

New messages: O.K. (my aunt's husband's step-sister) started messaging me about a month ago, when I added her. I always look forward to her responses.

New samples: Finally got TEK, the Technics turntable from the 80's hooked up to an amazing preamp, and now I'm able to run samples off of vinyls I just have lying around.

Interesting day. Mom wanted to go to a town about 50 miles west of Glenwood Springs (or 226 miles from my house) and come back in the same day. That equates 6+ hours on the road. NO WAY.

I'd prefer Nederland, CO. over any time-warping travel, any day.

Wow, is that a definition?

Yup. The definition of the day is 'Facebook Whore'.

-Everyone pay close attention to angle of pic, smooching face to give more "attractively" shaped face, stuck-out chest (to make those A-ish cups look worthy) and most important of all, the number of pics this person has; all of which look the SAME.

I hate you, and may you grow up being withered, orange, old, and senile (perhaps on the bitch seat of some fat biker's hog).

So I have an idea...

7 AM, a new song, just recently created by me, will be the first to have a video recorded by me.

The movie goes like this:

It starts out with a girl waking up constantly at exactly 6:59 AM, without need from an alarm clock.

...that's all I can figure out, at the moment. That, she's cute, and she works at some boardwalk stand, but the important thing is that she sees everything that goes on before a big crowd makes it's path through.

In order to shoot this, I'm going to have to wake up early. This is going to suck.

Also, help wanted: Cute girl.

EDIT (5/Dec 2010): Finally, progress with the vid! My idea includes that she wakes up and gets ready for work. She's fully suited in a black apron, blue t-shirt and visor with flower embroidery. She works a flower stand in the city. Her attitude seems to be super optimistic and every day, people treat her like she's the nicest person alive. No one takes advantage of her nicety; they all respect her and her business. Today seems just like any other day, and by the end of the song, something eerie but unexpected happens.

That's right, she's working the stand on Tuesday, September 11, 2001. At 8:46 AM, she looks up and sees the first plane hit the WTC. She's unable to think; she's never seen anything this bad. She's always thought good of the world, giving mankind a chance. At the end of the video, she's seen, collapsed to her knees, crying and covered in ash, with people running away from the debris field. The music becomes detuned, oscillating and dark (from it's light approach) as a fade out into sheer gray darkness emerges.

...and who said I couldn't be a director?

Yes, this video's based off of a girl I know in real life. I dream that someday I might be able to get to know her more, as well as seeing her mad. I'd remember that for the rest of my life.

Back once again

Today I almost managed to sell a receiver and amplifier for 30 dollars. Unfortunately, I never posted the wattage, and the anxious buyer silently refused. I'm looking into a pair of 15's that are just about perfect for bass coverage.

Every so often, in my room, there's a buzzing from the ceiling that, no-matter what, manages to ruin my sleep. Tonight, it came back to haunt me.

Oh well, I'm on the pursuit of happiness.

Tired, sitting in front of my computer

Today, I went swimming, rose a crowd with just my words, came back home accomplished, and ate a full tub of fruit salad. It's 23:46. Tomorrow, I'm going to a big dragonboat festival by sloan's lake. Only reason for being there? I want to see the live stage they have prepared. That, and I'll be waking up at 7 (unprecedented).

Boom. I have as much productivity as a chief executive officer of a major banking finance; NONE.

Not (at all) a waste of a day

Today, I was expecting to find a full version of Ableton Suite 8 in exchange for mastering a crappy rock song made by my good friend, Nigglets. I got a copy of Ableton 7 Live LE (Light Edition WTF?!?!?!). Still, the manual included was pure gold, and itself, worth the drive. I can now say I own a hard copy of an Albeton product. Also, various Live stickers. YES.

Also got asked out from a friend (of a friend) of a girl that lives down my street. I said no, mainly because

A). She's 12 and

B). I'm NOT.

Yeah. That plays itself out very well.

Deep in the Dark Pits of Thought: Entry No. 2

Deep in the Dark Pits of Thought: Entry No. 2: "I know that you can hear me. or can you? can anyone? isn't that the question? or is it..."

I believe it is a question. Yes, I'm here.

4 hours in my bedroom casually talking...

...to Natalie, a cute british girl that lives in Durango. She visited today, and after about 4 hours, we went to see a movie at the el-cheapo Elvis Cinema. Yesterday, my OCD acted up (like it usually does with a frequency of a month). As a result, my whole studio and room got a clean facelift.

Crazy new ideas for songs struck me today, maybe I'll be able to jot them down and make something from them.

Also, I'm thinking of a chalkboard for this now-empty room...since I really don't have anything to jot down "song ideas" onto. Nice one, Mac.

Who's Mac?

This is a rendered photo of Mac.

Any questions?

Yesterday was Global

WOO!

Global 2010 was insane. I brought buzzy along, and got various pictures with demented freaks wearing him! Deadmau5; he was amazing.

Yeah, it was really cool.

Fun fact: 400 amps of power are required to run the sound system. Take into consideration that 15 amps comes from a typical power outlet, and is near to fatal. O_o yeah.

So, for anyone who's ever looking forward to a 5PM-5AM event worth while, go to Global Dance Festival (that was SO not in advertisement form).

Producer told me to go flirt with various other barely-covered girls, but they were either

- High on the third-hand weed

OR

-Taken

Yeah, and I felt guilty anyways, it was truly a moment of a lifetime being there.

I could honestly say that was the best night of my life. It'll take a LOT to top last night. Today, I felt groggy and practically fell asleep driving.

Oh, Erin! Hi! I'm not sure if that's you following me or someone else. Both ways, I'm happy.

Practice for Global

Tomorrow's Global Music Festival; my highlight of the summer. I'll be there wearing buzzy. Yeah, maybe next year, I'll be performing. I have to work hard, though. So yeah, that's what I'll be doing.

Today, I had outside practice. We managed to get a drunkard interested in what we were doing, only to see him 20 minutes later get into a fight across the park.

So much going on tomorrow, it'll be interesting to see how it plays out. My weekend starts today...

Today, I saw a special girl

She just got back from a long trip to her family out of state. We sat on a grassy, shady hill, talking about various things, not really much in topic. I try to get out as much, and just sit on grassy hills. My only fear is that others would not understand why.

Also, I talked to a very optimistic girl. I told her that I think of her optimistic behavior when days become dark. She went offline shortly after. Creepy? No, but it was honest.

Blog?

Starting a blog...sounds too egotistical to me. I figure I'd keep some form of journal of my day-to-day life here, so that someday, someone discovers it, reads it like a compulsive anime freak, and doesn't tell others about it, so it's their secret to keep.

Those who read everything; I salute you.