The 90s europop of my bad back.
Inspired by diclofenac and a burning lunchtime desire for mental distraction.
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The title is indicative, but I don’t like to moan:
Wanking while crying (figuratively) bollocks my back.
I untuned the lead synths and slowly tuned them (which is why it’s in key from when the piano harmonisation fades back in), so if it sounds a bit odd at the start I meant it.
Probably not in key, tuned by ear by a very sleep deprived individual (will possibly scare animals and people with good hearing):
It’s noisy and its got noise in it.
I feel all relaxed after that, and will sleep. And it didn’t make any mess.
Tags: FFS, morning, Music, sleep deprivation
In my continuing quest to get the (acute) bad back mitigating buzz from synths without further inflaming my back, I have stooped lower than ever before, and taken a someone else’s hard work, cut and pasted bits, and added instruments, a beat, then mixed it. For about 30 minutes. Managed to relax a bit and will now sleep. Here’s the output:
There is nothing narcissistic about blogging. There is nothing wrong with butchering classics with softsynths. Why can’t we all just get along? It’s five in the morning FFS.
I may delete this file/post at some random point in the future if I get paranoid about the Digital Economy Bill. Probably.
Headbutting a keyboard (fuck, my back) part 6.
A machine aided extrapolation of six notes in the absence of actual playing precluded by being like Job in the Bible (minus some story correlation). In the last 30secs I deliberately knocked it off key to point out the pervasiveness of a bad back. Yes. I am that fucking wanky. Techno music MP3. I said that for search engines.
Headbutting a keyboard (fuck, my back) part 5.
Seriously fucked. Mostly made while watching Limmy’s webcam, by sticking randomish input into some kind of order, and adding a beat. The noises are coincidental, just the output of scales fed into an effects patch.
Sorry.
Peter Serafinowicz (@Serafinowicz) wrote on Twitter:
Hmm. I think EMI have taken my @hot_chip video down, the one I uploaded. Happening to anyone else?
And I wondered if EMI, or other record labels, are on a Elmer Fudd style Bugs Bunny search for copyright infringement. I thought it was a little funny. So I was going to tweet it.
Then, I thought to myself, that’s obvious. The Bugs Bunny comparison has degenerated into a template:
(A Sisyphean search for subjectively annoying things) is like (describe Bugs Bunny, or, fuck-it, Caddyshack).
So bollocks to that line of tweeting. And my back’s hurting like fuck, so bollocks to typing also.
I’m typing this on a radio keyboard and I’m cynical as hell because my back’s on fire, and somewhat (read: quite a bit, lol) off my tits on painkillers. With that caveat in mind:
No confidential service should ever provide information publicly that could lead to the identification of its users. Regardless of intentions. I’m sure there are reasonable exceptions and that’s a whole other debate, which is beyond the scope of my current pained keyboard jizz. The recent National Bullying Helpline media ruckus, via its head, Christine Pratt, was started by, essentially, a breach of confidentiality. I won’t recap the affair, I’m sure, unless you’ve given up news, you’re aware of the background.
I don’t think Christine Pratt should be subject to vilification beyond a breach of confidentiality. I don’t think there is much of a story. It was reported, initially, with very few journalists even attempting The Five Ws. The headline should have been “Charity head relates anecdote which may or may not relate to Gordon Brown”.
Gordon Brown could be a massive toss pot, and I’m really not a fan, and wouldn’t vote for him, but in this internets age are anecdotes enough? Is that what constitutes news?
I really can’t attribute any specific blame to journalists, politicians, or people who consume news, but there’s bigger things to address. Like the economy, particularly, the thing that will constrain whichever government is elected. Or minor distractions (at least to me, I’m really not interested in photographing towns and cities, or people – they’re annoying) like photographers being subject to hassle from police under anti-terrorism powers (link via @glinner). Or retarded UK libel laws.
I could segue into some kind of righteous list of stuff that’s more important than anecdotes, but, I don’t know about a lot of things, and, as I have done in the past, would be falling into the trap of talking about complicated things in a simplistic, and somewhat biased way. As is the internets wont.
It could be argued that anecdotes about one of the people in charge of our country are important, that the character of a politician is something we are right to want to know about. Given their personality informs their decisions. My problem with that is that there are a minority of people who are both talented, and arseholes, so judging on personality alone isn’t enough, and can distract from real issues, like the economy, or the police wasting their time with photographers and the like, or other complicated things.
Nick Clegg, and David Cameron did themselves no favours by joining in.
We need a grown up nuanced debate, and what we’ve got is a circus. Professional trolling. Roll on the election. I’m sure it will be very depressing, and I do hope Jeremy Vine gets out his cowboy suit again. Yee har!
I’ve had major problems writing anything, partly distractions, and a particularly bad back, but have kept snippets that I’ve rejected for being flawed or a bit stupid. I’ll stick them up with this caveat so I don’t get angry comments or feel my discomfort is unacknowledged. With rejection notes.
Superior smug internet atheist
I’m an atheist but I’m a self loathing, apathetic, (but wholly convinced) atheist [1]. In social situations I rarely bring up that I’m an atheist [2]. Not because I get problems from religious people, but because it often elicits a stream of boring shit about how stupid religious people are [3], and, further, how wonderful canonical atheist figures are. I don’t care about religion. I only care about it when it gets in the way of rational decision making, in government, or science, or other areas where rational decision making is generally to be encouraged [4].
But religious people? In my experience it’s not as black and white as ‘them and us’. [5] There are religious people in the middle ground between faith and reason [6]. I think it suits those who would like to divide people into neat compartments that religion is seen as all or nothing, or that someone being religious, or an atheist, precludes them from being an arsehole [7]. To wit we, all, every race, every human on the planet, are united by arseholes [8].
I’m not suggesting all judgemental people are cunts [9]. They are.
Rejection notes
[1] Who gives a fuck?
[2] Implies that it comes up often. It doesn’t. I’m more interested in nerd stuff like digital photo sensors or synthesizers than faith issues.
[3] Occasionally. Often enough that it’s annoying, but by no means a general case, don’t want to give religious twats ammunition against atheists.
[4] Implies that I think decisions based on faith are acceptable without drawing the distinction that adults can do what they want. I don’t care.
[5] It is, obviously, matter of atheists and religious people.
[6] Do I mean middle ground or not arseholes? Middle ground is a weasel term.
[7] I’d like to teach the world to sing … twattery.
[8] True that.
[9] I am.
Bash away, like an impotent wank, see what comes out; try to spit paragraphs. Wanky, pretentious as fuck, periphrasis, all wordy, and circular. Round. Firstly – you and I are are sentient, sitting on a chair, in front of a screen, with a mouse in hand. Or not. Maybe, using a mobile device. Or laptop. Warming your lap. (insert cattop joke). Whatever, we’re looking at a screen. We have that in common.
Secondly, you could be a search engine robot. Which would mean the entire last paragraph would be wasted. Crawling web pages; extracting links; weighted contextual databases, and you, along with Tesco, with your plans. I’ve got more self awareness than you (the robots, not you, the meaty reader, obviously, that would be overly presumptuous). Apologies (not to the robots) for calling out the robots on their lack of self awareness. It’s just in case.
Thirdly, there is no third paragraph, so go fuck yourself. I’m knackered.
Kind of stuck on the fourth.
Nope. It’s not irony if you say so.
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