Korg’s Kaossilator is a fun little music device that allows you to compose strange and wondrous musical compositions with a twist of a knob and a swipe of a finger. It’s ridiculously easy to master. I’ve started working on my next album, and I’ll feature the Kaossilator on it. In the mean time, here’s a small sample of what it can do:
Well, it’s Shark Week on the Discovery Channel — better known as the week I sit on my couch like a barnacle on a rock, and avoid the sea (100 yards from my home) despite the astronomical odds that a shark will eat me. Actually if a shark wants to eat me, fine. I’m okay with that. It’s maiming that I want to avoid.
The shame is I’ve only watched the Dirty Jobs episode so far. What have I done instead: napped, searched the various *chan websites for wacky images, read a book about singing insects, watched the entire seasons 2 and 3 of Arrested Development… I need to get my priorities straight — I need to set the DVR to record some shark programs tonight.
By the way, this t-shirt is bound to offend some people:
Those people need to make a t-shirt that says “Turkeys… Really Just Hetero Peacocks”.
Be sure to watch That Mitchell and Webb Look on BBC or BBC America, don’t fast forward through the commercials, patronize all their advertisers, and then buy their DVDs. Normally I would offer a link to Amazon to where you can buy their DVDs, but never in the 12 years I’ve posted such links has anyone ever purchased an item.
I’m happy about this: a new Ratchet & Clank game, for only $15, and it will be released this summer as a downloadable game for the PS3. Is Sony finally making some smart moves? I hope so. The title: Ratchet & Clank Future: Quest for Booty.
Today the cafeteria was crawling with roaches. I don’t know what bothers me more: roaches, or the fact that the cafeteria is filthy enough to host them. Sorry lady, those aren’t dates and raisins in the oatmeal, so don’t even try to charge me extra.
The other thing that bothers me is old people who sample grapes and cherries at supermarkets. You’ve seen them — old women loitering around the grapes, reaching their bingo-marker-stained fingers into the bags. I can’t buy a bag without it being pre-opened and a few fruits snapped off.
My worst experience with this phenomena was at the Whole Foods. I left one of my grocery bags at the cashiers, noticed I left it when I was loading my groceries in my car, and returned to get it. By the time I returned, the cashier had sent my bag to the customer service desk — where there was a woman with a fist full of my cherries in her hand. She didn’t even bother to apologize and handed me my bag with one hand, and stuffed my cherries in her mouth with the other. I stopped shopping at Whole Foods after that (until I forgot last week and bought beer and cheese there).
The Rockafire Explosion is an animatronic band that played at Showtime Pizza restaurants in the 80s. Some guy found a set of these robot puppets, he rebuilt them, programmed them to play modern songs, and now there’s a movie about it.