Thursday, December 11, 2014

Bestamvsofalltime "Into The Labyrinth" Anime MV || by Lolligerjoj

Here's one that I enjoy, that I apparently have not shared.  The music is "Into the Labyrinth" by Kraddy.



The anime used are the series Bakemonogatari, Nisemonogatari, and Nekomonogatari.  Visually beautiful animes, but pretty weird.







Thursday, November 27, 2014

Computer work.

Some people have issues working on computers.  Either you get it or you don't.  I grew up working on older cars and trucks from the 60's and 70's.  They were simple and I understood them.  Throughout the 80's they introduced a lot of gizmos and gadgets, such as ABS, fuel injection, smog control, et al.  I was never good with electronics and it all intimidated me.  I got lost (and intimidated) on how to work on cars, other than some really basic stuff.

I got tired of having a junky computer, and not being able to afford the computer I wanted.  Someone pointed out to me an article that explained how to build a PC and they did it in a way that made me understand.  I took the challenge and built my machine, and suddenly I felt like I was under the hood of one of the old farm trucks.

I understood.

Oddly enough, that has made me less intimidated about modern car repair and I've been able to figure out stuff that stymied me for the longest time.

Now if car manufacturers would stop riveting items in.  I'm tired of drilling them out.

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Why the Hard Sell?

Local "resorts" often try to lure you in to their sales for time shares.  So, you can get a day or so at a resort plus other freebies if you sit through their spiel.  It can be a good trade off.

So we recently got called up for this.  $200 in gift cards, and three days at a resort.  I'm actually up for this because the resort has a lot of stuff and I've always heard good things about it.  Sitting through a two hour sales pitch?  Easy peasy.

But they can't make it easy.  They want my wife on the phone at the same time.  And then they have to transfer us to their sales person.  And the sales person has to "load everything into the computer" Just wasting time and using that time to ask us personal questions.  Normal sales behavior.

I was interested.  I thought my wife would like it.  But they kept pushing for us to come either the last weekend of November or in December.  Really?  We have enough going on during that time frame.  And then they pushed for us to call in sick to work in order to do this.  Uh, no.

How do you loose a sale on a product that the consumer is interested in?  By following a stupid checklist on how to make a sale and then being an asshole to the consumer when they let you know that it won't fit in their time frame.  Easy enough.


Tuesday, November 25, 2014

Uhh...

I had something to post.

But I forgot what it was.  Completely.

Carry on.


Saturday, November 15, 2014

Offcier: 1 Inmate: 0

I found contraband, thus I entered the cell as in accordance to policy.  The inmate came up from behind, entered the cell, and tried to lock himself in the cell with me.

I walked out of the cell.  

The inmate was carried out.  

I know that there are plenty of inmates that are bigger and badder than I am in the jail.  Buddy, you weren't even close.  


Thursday, October 30, 2014

Danse Macabre; Camille Saint-Saƫns

   But the hands stopped reaching for them and the spectre made no attempt to block their exit.  He only offered them a sad, tired look.  The children, their fear subsiding, found themselves hesitating despite their instinct to run.

   The floating figure raised his fiddle to his chin and began sliding the bow across its strings.  The music it sang out was old and familiar despite neither child having ever heard it before.  With the chords came memories, though not those of either child.  The lives of those buried played out in notes - the hardships, the loves, the regrets, and the hopes set to song, and that's when the children realized this was not the place of evil the older kids had teased about.  The spirits were not angry and spiteful as the tales of the old men had promised.  The only truth the children had ben told was these ghosts hungered for life, but not to feed.  They wished to be a part of it once more, if only briefly.

   As bony hands clapped in time and the fiddle played, the two children danced through the cemetary for those who could not.



R. K. Milholland










Thursday, October 23, 2014

Concrete Blonde - Ghost of a Texas Ladies Man





Yet another one of Concrete Blonde's tunes dealing with "the other side," as you will.



And as I said before, this is the song that started it all off for me.