Señor Grumblecakes (jervo) wrote,
Señor Grumblecakes

I've been living in New York City for almost 14 years now; I love it, I can't see myself living anywhere else. However, if circumstances arise wherein I must move away, there's one thing I will absolutely not miss - car alarms going off in the middle of the night, for hours, forever. We went to bed somewhat early last night, and at around 1am we were startled awake by the unceasing honking of a car alarm; I don't know when it stopped, but I never was able to fall asleep after that. Good times.

Tonight: assuming Netflix doesn't let me down, we've got Snakes on a Plane. Yeah, I know it's not very good, but it has to be better than The Black Dahlia, which was so bad we didn't even bother finishing it.

Major bummer moment last night. I spent all day thinking about recording some ambient guitar loops for cutting-and-pasting at a later date. When I got home, I started strumming my acoustic and suddenly some interesting things started happening, especially if combined with a certain loop idea I had; I raced to get ProTools set up as quickly as possible, but by the time I was ready, the acoustic idea was long gone. What's especially frustrating is that I have my little flash recorder on my desk specifically for moments like these, but the batteries were nearly dead and I'd kept forgetting to change them last week. I did end up recording some of the ambient stuff I wanted to do, but the magic wasn't there.

Count me as one of the people kinda let down w/r/t the iPhone. I just bought a kick-ass phone, for one thing, and I'm very happy with Verizon and had no plans to switch over to Cingular; 8gb is not nearly enough to get and Apple is being somewhat dickish about 3rd party applications. Yeah, it's snazzy-looking and everything, but I think I'll pass for now.

Work just got insane, again.

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