Cranky: A Miscellany

April 3, 2007 at 5:09 pm (anime, miscellany, mood, music, Neighbors, science, Webcomics)

Cranky today. Must be the menopause. Here are a few things, thoughts:

I’ve been listening to this song a lot lately and I consider it to be a good sum up of the late nineties/early 2000s for me. An anthem even.

Although the downstairs neighbors still “sing”, I’ve been able to work around it in such a fashion as to be able to sleep five hours without interruption. I’m still sick of hearing that rolldowntheriver chorus.

It’s easier to work through an archive of web-comics than it is to check for day to day/week to week updates. Recently, I’ve been reading through the Achewood archives in an attempt to cheer myself up. Thanks to Philippe it’s kinda working.

Often a web-comic archive has more to offer in its news posts than it’s actually content. I’d say MegaTokyo is a good example of this with it’s cornucopia of info about anime and videogames. It’s got me watching Kimagure Orange Road anyway.

There’s something else I discovered via a news post at MegaTokyo: Physics for Future Presidents. When it comes to Physics I’m a big dumb-dumb. I got a 27 percent average in my high school class, although I must admit I didn’t put any effort into it at all. I just wasn’t interesting in the subject matter or the way the teacher (old Brew!) presented it. I started listening to this series (it’s free!) and found it enjoyable. I recommend it to anyone who desires to brush up on their knowledge of the nature of the universe.

Blah (bah!).

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American Idol Downstairs: Week Two

March 12, 2007 at 7:18 pm (agony, American Idol, Neighbors)

So. There are new neighbors in the apartment below. A couple of young girls with thug boyfriends. Typical for the neighborhood and price range of this apartment building. Whatever.

Then the warbling began. Every night and every day. At first, I thought they were just singing along to a karaoke machine. Singing loudly and singing badly. But no, these girls are actually playing a video-game.

If I put my ear to the floor I hear American Idol judges who can’t heap enough praise on my fellow tenants: fantastic, growing in strength, scrumptioulescent, blah blah blah. Yes. Even Simon the blunt.

My friends, if I can tell their singing is off-key from a floor above, my neighbor’s PS2/X-BOX/Gamecube is broken. Yet not nearly broken enough. God help me when they get to the Whitney Houston song.

The votes have been cast and complaints have been made.

No results.

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