Sing. Sing A Song

Woken by the alarm again. Had some stuff to take care of on the tablet, and Spook jumped on the bed and came right up to the tablet, and stared at me, meowed and then went elsewhere. 15 minutes later she did it again. No idea what she wanted. Her treats dish was still half full.

Took surface streets to work, seemed to get much better mileage from the battery than on the freeway.

Lunchtime was a shopping trip to Target. Alarm went off, I was about to miss a meeting. But there was no meeting when I got back.  I was delayed returning because I had ripped off an obnoxious warning sticker which was on the driver's side window, and the glue residue was making the window squeak and not always roll up. One thing I bought was goop-off and an eraser sponge. Those plus some fingernail work and a microweave cloth got the mess off, and the window now works silently.

Back at work, ran one test while trying to record a stream for another. But once again the programs were not lip sync friendly. Try again tomorrow.

Too far out of my way to go home, took Central to Rengsdorf and got to the meetup intersection an hour early. Pulled into the fast food(?) place on the corner and had half a shake and read Triffids until it was time. Moved the car across the street to the venue and tested the rear view camera. Not as good for parallel parking as I had hoped.

I volunteered to sing first, because I'd not sung in months. I had lyrics to hand out. Not a lot of feedback, which can happen to the first performer. They liked my voice (big surprise) and liked some of the alliteration. For once all the performers were doing actual songs, none of the electrotech multitrack instrumental people showed up. Yay! I wonder if the hosts had suggested they go elsewhere.

Home, also on Central. Battery was empty, even though the readouts kept showing 90-99% of my braking going into the battery. So after I unloaded the Target bag and my cooler, I plugged the car in. I have an app now which lets me see the battery status. It also lets me lock/unlock and start the car.

Dinner stated as a snack, finishing the last of the chips from Sunday. Ended up eating the other half of Monday's Togo's, and a Hostess cupcake and a couple of cookies.

Watched 2 episodes of PTI. Have other shows in the queue. Should copy them to the bedroom machine in case Tivo says my Bolt is shot.

The other laptop sold, at buy it now price after refusing five best offers. The original box is mailable, I printed a postage label and slapped it on.

Plans for tomorrow:
Work
Nails/Postal Center
No 1-on-1 because Boss is on PTO
TBD

Nail Day

There was some serious eye candy at the nail salon today. late 20's woman in a low-cut stretch cotton narrow shoulder strap top, very well endowed, sultry eye makeup to give her a look somewhere between mysterious and undead. As she was leaving, in walks a petite late teens woman with some kind of ornate tattoo taking up most of her upper arm. Very tight jeans, not much on top, gorgeous long black hair on both of them.

Usually the staff chats with the customers and says things about us in Vietnamese, but today it was all Vietnamese, and mostly about some football players who came in last week. On the way out, I saw Vernon Davis' name on the Jamba Juice franchise, and a photo of him in a 49ers uniform on the window.



Took the freeway to work, got there more quickly than surface streets, and used a little less battery, because it's a shorter route I think.

Spent most of the morning recoding PAL feeds, until I got a 10-minute clip with minimal errors and maximum talking lips.

Lunchtime  was a trip to Rivermark, dropped off the second laptop eBay sale at the Postal Anus, got my nails done, then Chinese chicken salad, orange soda and a chocolate covered cream puff for lunch. Reading Triffids.

Back to work, got the recording up on the streamer, ran it through the various downmix tests, with mixed results. Letting it play overnight at the lowest bps setting, expecting to not hear audio in the morning. Team lead is seeing the same issues on his downmix tests (we're testing different audio formats).

Playing with the Ford app, it linked me to an announcement that I'm entitled to free charging at the former Fresh And Easy parking lot down the block. Several restaurants, including a Peet's/Specialty's.  Got a call from Ford salesguy who misread my email, so I thanked him for getting my Fasttrak to me, and asked if I could get commuter lane stickers, and how do I get a charger card. I need to sign for the former, so I'll pick them both up Saturday. He asked me about 3,427 times to please give him a perfect score on the upcoming survey. I probably will. He did his best. His management didn't.

Home, delivered was a pair of 4E New Balance walking shoes to replace the beat up ones. I tried them out, they may be a little too big, but wearable.

Watched PTI, where they agreed that the Superbowl was a disaster, and had to turn on subtitles for XFiles because the redhead has forgotten how to enunciate, and half the time DD doesn't bother to. And one of the doctors in the hospital also was unhearable. Graham Norton had Jack Black and Elton John on, and then ruined it by adding Stiller and Dumber pitching Zööländër 2. At least they brought along Penelope Cruz.

Still in the queue are Dr. Who & Supergirl.

Dinner was TGIF chicken wings, sans sauce, the only deep fried battered bone-in wings I have been able to find in the supermarkets. Maybe I should hit up 99 Chicken. Mixed veggies, Ginger Ale.  No dessert.

Feeling a off, mild nausea, took drugs, shot up and am headed for bed. Managed to knock a half full vial of insulin off the counter and it hit the floor smack dab on the bottom, upright, and the bottom broke off. That's about the 4th time this has happened. Used to be they used thicker vials, and a drop like that (3 feet) wouldn't faze it.

Plans for tomorrow:
Work
Home

Take a Hint, Idiot

So, on the Songwriters' Meetup page, I posted a note saying it was the best one ever, enjoyed hearing new songs and not hearing electronic music instrumentals. One of the guys who brings over-long electronic instrumentals posted an answer to the effect that he was insulted, and took it to mean he, personally, was not welcome.

Well, duh.

It's a song writer's meetup. Go find a composer's meetup. And/or an electronic music meetup.

But I will leave the jerk's note unanswered because (a) I'm not the host of the meetup and (b) he's an idiot.