Whaau! I’m on a roll today! I just finished a 3:30 minute romanze. I’m not going to post it, because it’s in sonata form and it would make a great middle movement. So I’m going to keep it in my progress file for reduction work, and start on the surrounding movements. And no, I won’t let y’all hear it. Yet.
Maybe people don’t understand, but I don’t like everyone’s crap all over my space. See the previous rant about the Y-Ties workers that everyone leaves around. And I just realized that the kitchen table has been in my room for a month now, with loads of shit on top of it. Grr!
So, Victoria’s being a bitch to me. Or, she was yesterday. And I don’t really want to call her, because I’m angry, but I do want to call her, because I’m obsessive. I don’t know what I’ll do. Judging by my past behavior, if she calls, I’ll talk and be “fine” with everything, and forget anything ever happened. That’s a strong will, Luke, oh yeah…
Then again, maybe I should be fine with everything. After all, I have bad days now and then, and I haven’t the discretion to keep from taking it out on others.
Q: How many mathematicians does it take to change a lightbulb?
A: One. He gives it to six irishmen, thereby reducing the problem to an earlier joke.
A: If k mathematicians can change a lightbulb, and if one more simply watches them do it, then k + 1 mathematicians will have changed the lightbulb. As was just shown, one mathematician can change a lightbulb. Therefore, by induction, it takes n mathematicians to change a lightbulb for any positive integer n.
Holy shit! What are all these people doing in my house. Okay, my mom, fine. She’s got rights. Joanna, okay, she’s paying. But I don’t think that anonymous Y-Ties workers working at our goddamn kitchen table was covered in the “warehouse rental” $400/month.
I can’t do anything. I can’t play the piano, I can’t compose (shit, I can’t do that recently anyway), I can’t listen to music (at the volume I like :-).
Get The Fuck Out!
Arrogant Windows programs! Since when did I consider TGTSoft StyleBuilder important enough to go in the top segment of my start menu? Never! It should be down at the bottom just like all the rest of the useless programs I should uninstall. Grr!
So these depression waves that everybody (read: Victoria) has been telling me about: I think I’m getting one. I suddenly feel tired and like crying. I don’t know exactly what crying feels like, but I feel like him. Er, that was a joke.
Let’s see how I handle it.
For starters, put on some Beethoven….
I’ve decided to humor my reader(um.. s?) and write about nothing, that is, what’s been going on in my life recently.
“TrackBack an URL”, says my blog program. This doesn’t read right. I used to think that you use “an” before any acronym starting with a vowel; not the case. Turns out, you use “an” before the following character class: /[AEFHILMNORSX]/, i.e., all the letters whose pronunciations start with a vowel.
¿Qué más? I’ve been spending a good deal of my time with Victoria. I’ve been spending a good deal of my time with Victoria in bed. I wonder if we should do anything else…. I wonder if I want to.
Yeah, I like sleeping with her, no, not that sleeping with, the other kind, with dreams involved, no, no, not those dreams, the kind where you’re not awake. But she has trouble getting to sleep with me. That kinda sucks.
Haven’t been composing much recently. That kinda sucks, too. I lost my Concerto soundfont bank, so all my previous orchestral work sounds like Bartok, or Fat Boy Slim. So, I have to again scour the internet for good soundfonts of orchestral instruments and aggregate them into one gigantic bank. That was a lot of work last time. Hopefully I’ll be better at it this time. I at least need a good Piano bank.
Oh, Larry and Damian are back on the
perl6-language list. Yay! This means I’ll actually get answers when I ask questions, and I’ll actually get corrected when I profess absurdities. Plus, both of them (especially Larry) write very entertain..ing…ly.
I want books. I’ve been spending some time in SoftPro and have found many a book I want to buy. And I’ve found many a book under $40. Unfortunately, none of the former class are in the latter class. !
That concludes today’s rant. Tune in next week when I talk about the same things (or absence thereof), but with different words.