Good times, Noodle salad
That’s right, folks.
After terrorizing our airwaves for six years, Sue Johanson is ending her show.
Maybe now, finally, our long national nightmare may be over. Now, Beerslinger can flip through the channels without worrying about finding her show and screaming “GYAAAH!!! Old Lady selling dildoes, OLD LADY SELLING DILDOES!!!!” (True story about the first time he saw her, and one of the funniest damn things I’ve ever seen.)
Out.
We’ll I’ve received my professional grade amateur microphone today via amazon. Bundled it comes with a pop filter but apparently those are on back order. Reason behind picking this up is that I needed a better quality microphone from what I had, and who knows, I might do some more phone voice over stuff like I have done before for other companies. You know the voice behind the “press one for english” type stuff.
I now understand why there are so many books and gotcha’s out there about podcasting. Sure if you’re just doing a single podcast for yourself its not that hard. But if you want music, jingles, to use skype for a dual podcast - then enter the technical learning curve of quantum physics. Ok maybe not that bad, but yeah, not easy. Actually certain things are easier to do on a PC than a Mac when it comes to the podcasting, but the better software in terms of quality/editing seems to be for Mac. I did come across some stuff made for PC that had additional items - i.e. ability to drop small sound effects and wav files into - I have not found that easy function on a mac yet.
I’m sure after some more time I’ll know everything there is to know about professional pod casting. You see, when we do something, we want to make sure we do it well, not half assed. I’ve listened to a couple other podcasts out there and some are good, but a lot lack that professional radio quality - excluding the ones that actually come from a professional source.
Here is a picture of the setup, microphone hooked up to the macbook.
Click below and vote for RedSaid. She’s a pain but we love her… might as well show the link love as I know she’d return the favor once wetwired is back in the running for the 2008 weblog awards over here in the states. So vote for this hot South African Vixen, who is always on the lookout for someone with a green card. Just kidding…
So, Prince Harry used to be a bit of a shithead.
See, it’s never cool to show up at a Halloween party dressed as a Nazi. So, after doing so a few years back (thus earning the former Douche status) Harry ends up going into the Military.
Unlike his pussy older brother though, Harry ends up serving in Afghanistan.
That’s right, you heard me. Dude went off to fight for his country against the Taliban- a group that as soon as they found out he was there (Thanks, CNN) vowed to kill the guy.
Naturally, the British Army sends him home once his mission is revealed. So, once he’s on his way home what happens? He says he wants to go back and finish his tour.
Moment of coolness #2.
Then, there’s this.
Take a close look at that hat, folks.
Nice to know the dude is wearing Old Glory instead of Union Jack.
Harry, I got no quarrel against you at this point. You show up anywhere nearby, have a drink on me.
Out.
Merry Christmas from Wetwired!
My life is a series of self-denials.
Every year for the month before my birthday, I look at my life and take stock of things. This year has been no exception, of course. With this year has not only come introspection, but an extrospection of sorts. Besides looking only at my life, I got some opinions from people on the outside.
The results were surprising, to be honest. Not surprising was that they said I never seemed happy, and that I needed to figure out how to improve my levels of happiness. Part of it is work- which, I’ll admit, was my own fuckup. For the last 7 months, I haven’t figured out what the hell I was supposed to do with my job. This is where the first denial comes in- I wasn’t willing to accept what I should have been doing, and instead focused on other things that made me feel like I was doing something but in fact were diversions from what I should be doing.
So, yeah… my bad on that.
The good news on that front is that I got my head out of my ass, and I’ve gotten a lot happier with my job. So, that’s one thing.
Then, there’s the other classic denial- pining from afar. Ever since I’ve started writing for Wetwired I’ve commented upon my unwillingness to pursue someone that I like. This year has been no exception, to a point. There’s a woman that, for the first several months I knew her I would skirt around the fact that I really dig her. Earlier in the summer, I wrote of how I decided not to pursue her.
That lasted about a month.
I decided that I was going to pursue her, but when I thought about it I knew I needed to be happy before I could be happy with someone else. She was actually the first to point out that I needed to find what made me happy, in fact. I credit her with being a true friend, since she opened my eyes in a way others had failed. I’ve started to be happier, and with that sense of being happy i’ve discovered an unexpected side effect. I’m not as determined to pursue her as I had been before this month.
I’m serious. In beginning to find what improved my happiness, I found out that I may have been depending on the idealization of her as what would make me happy as opposed to looking inward. I see her more as a friend now than anything, but I’ll also let her know that (instead of me pursuing her) if she wanted to go out with me at some point, I wouldn’t be opposed.
Then, there’s the other denial I had put upon myself. I’ve been trying to figure out what made me happy, and I realized that one thing that always worked as a catharsis was the one thing I had denied myself more and more of late. It’s something I’ve needed to really accept about myself, that I wasn’t willing to devote the time and effort towards.
I’m a writer.
There, I’ve said it.
I’m a writer. Be it fiction or on this blog, I enjoy the process of writing. I enjoy writing fiction more, but I gain a sense of pleasure out of writing here on Wetwired as well. I enjoy writing, but in the last couple of years I’ve really managed to cut it out of my life more and more.
I’m a writer that refused to let himself write.
…
Talk about self-denial.
Last night, i made the first step back into the water. I wronte a small piece for a writing game I’ve been involved in for over a decade- my first writing in nearly a year. This is my first real post on Wetwired for a few months. I’m a writer that needs to write.
This may be time to write the book I’ve wanted to write. I’ve had a few ideas in my head for a long time, and I think it’s time to do it. Getting published isn’t my goal, just to get them out of my head and onto the page.
I’m a writer, and realizing this has made me happier. Now, I know what makes me happy. It’s time to do it.
Out.
Sheep lie.
Out.
Tonight, while at a bar, I saw a pregnant woman vary between smoking, drinking beer and other liquor, and singing karaoke.
No jokes, no witty asides. Lady, if you don’t care THAT MUCH about your future spawn then just abort the damn thing and keep it from living a shell of a life. That would ALMOST be better than the abuse you and the bar were laying down on your unborn child.
Fucking Christ, some people are fucking stupid.
Out.
There’ll be more of a post on this later, but I wanted to get this out before I go to bed tonight.
Thank you to Pylorns, his Lady Paramour, Magic and Brian for letting me tag along for the weekend in Austin. I had a blast, and got to spend some quality time with some people I hadn’t seen in a while (one of whom in a few years). Most especially, thanks to Magic for the fun he financed the other night. All in all, a really pleasant outing.
Out.
We had a little bit of downtime there, but we’re back up and running.
Sorry about that, folks.
Out.
I doubt that you’ll read this.
See, it may have just seemed like a folding knife you stole from me a few weeks ago. I know it must have seemed like a prime opportunity, sitting there on the desk alone. I had hoped by now that I’d have gotten a call from the hotel saying it had been found. This message is me giving up hope on that. So now, I’m going to tell you about that knife.
That knife that you took from my room while I went to the restaurant wasn’t just a knife. It was a gift from a close friend. More specifically, it was a gift to remember a person who I was very close to before his passing. That knife was very important to me, hence me bringing it with me on that trip instead of leaving it in my old apartment for a couple of weeks.
And you took it from me.
I’ll find another knife, I’m sure. I could go to Wal-Mart tonight and pick up another one like it Except…
…
Except it won’t be Mr. Mike’s knife. And because of you, I’ve lost a very tangible reminder of someone I miss dearly.
I’d tell you to go fuck yourself or something, but you’re not worth it. Instead, I hope you get may years of use from that knife. I hope that it lasts for years and a valuable tool. I hope that as the new owner, you hold onto it and use it until it finally breaks from years of stress and wear, thus serving the purpose that the man who bought it originally intended before he was taken from this world.
Certainly, that must have been better and more important than my needs for it as a keepsake and a reminder of true friendship, right?
Must have been, for you to take it from me.
Out.
Only one thing to say about the game tonight.
DAMN, that was ugly.
Out.
So, the circuit for half of my apartment tripped today. I ave to have Maintenance come out tomorrow to replace it.
This, by the way, would be the same circuit upon which rests my internet access, my NAS storage and my home theater system. Said home theater system includes my digital cable box and DVR.
Apparently, the circuit tripped before 7 PM local time. How do I know this, you may ask?
Remember the DVR from above? It was set to record the following:
The Class
How I Met Your Mother
Heroes
Studio 60 On The Sunset Strip
…
Oh yeah, and 24.
Fortunately, I should be able to find most of these online, and through legal and free sources.
Almost all in fact… except for 24 and Studio 60.
Fuckin’ fuses.
Out.
All I’m saying is, I fricking hate- HATE- ice storms.
Out.
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