A Guide to Recording as a Parent With Small Child

Here are my steps to recording music when you're the parent of a small child:

1. Come up with a great riff and melody.
2. Start to record it.
3. Realize your child is doing something enormously stupid.
4. Deal with it.
5. Come back six or seven hours later.
6. Realize you've recorded the bass line and forgotten the melody.
7. Give up.

Hey, I didn't say it was steps to successful recording.

An Odd Remembrance

Heard something inappropriately funny on Remembrance Day, so I've waited a few weeks to write it down. That's not a day usually reserved for inappropriate or funny.

I turned on the radio in the car to hear the tail end of a reading of In Flanders Fields which was immediately followed by a Canadian Tire ad. The poetry reading was sober, composed and completely unadorned; just a man's voice reading a poem about death and sacrifice in what would be considered the appropriate tone and rhythm. The Canadian Tire ad led with a jaunty little whistle.

It went something like this:

If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
Doo doot da doo!

A Case of Legitimate Incredulity

There's been an awful lot of digit ink spilled over the comments of some random old politician I'd never heard of before. I had no intention of spilling any more. But.

There's a Japanese world news program that my wife and I like to watch in the mornings. She likes it because it's a very good program. I like it because the man announcer's head is shaped exactly like an egg and that amuses me.

The story started off with video of the old politician dude making his crazy comments, with subtitled translation. Then it cut to woman announcer who said:

What the f*ck!? Holy living f*ck did that stupid old f*ck just say what I f*cking think he said? Is there some kind of bad f*cking translation issue, here? Seriously: what the f*ck?

That's a very loose translation, but what her lips weren't saying of that, the rest of her face definitely was. When the time came to move on to the next story she had to pause, take a deep breath, and say, "next..."

IMPORTANT UPDATE: Victoria Jackson's head looks exactly like a thumb in a wig with a face painted on it. Don't believe me?

Not Nearly Enough Junk

Dear eBay,

Could you please make it more difficult to read the messages people send me? 90% junk isn't nearly enough junk. It would be far more difficult to read the actual message part if it were a more optimal 95% or even 98% junk. Maybe if you were to add a few more messages about the sins of you not getting some of every payment I receive, both on the subtotal and the shipping, and then again on the payment.

Thank you,

An 90%-of-the-way to Satisfied Customer

Maybe in the Minor Prophets Nobody Reads?

That it was written at all is sad beyond measure. That it was written by a professor at Yale makes it loop all the way past sad to hilarious and then back again to sad.

Here it is. Make sure you're sitting down and there are no fluids in your mouth.

The idea of America– freedom, equality, democracy, and America as the promised land–grew straight out of the Bible.

It sure did.

See full article here. If you dare.

Gah. Have to cleanse my brain now with something a million times more intelligent, like YouTube comments.

Yo Duh Lay He Who?

About 50 years ago a young loner in Tokyo discovered yodeling on the radio. The story doesn't end there, though, no matter how badly you may want it to.

He taught himself how to yodel and... Hold on. How do you know when you've got it right? ... Oh well, never mind. Now he could yodel and he started to appear on Japanese television. My mind balks at the thought that those two things are connected.

But our story moves on to Switzerland, where Takeo Ishii performs at a beer hall in Zurich for money. For money! And it wasn't him paying the beer hall for the privilege, either. One thing (yodeling) leads to another (more yodeling) and he gets to be on TV in Europe, culminating in the greatest nickname ever conceived: the "Japanese yodeler."

And now, the sentence that inspired me to write this blog post. I'm just going to quote it directly because there's no way to improve on perfection.

Ishii met his wife Henriette in 1981 and proposed to her three years later at an onsen (hot spring) in Japan, where he yodeled his proposal to her.

That's good stuff.

How Not to Seem Trustworthy, or, How to Look Like a Scammer

Alexander is sincere.

That's what he tells me, anyways, in all of his emails to me. He sends me a few every day. I've sent back a few inquiries and the odd obscenity-riddled rant, but it changes nothing. Not that his emails never change, mind you. In fact, they're all different in key details.

Each time, the company he works at is different. But in each case it never makes any sense for someone with that email address to be sending me the message Alexander sends me. You see, he is assuming that I want to buy a certain domain name. (I wouldn't mind, actually.) But why would someone at "Gospel Music Stars" or "No No Hair Removal Review" or "Nano Cleaning" be offering to help me buy a guitar parts domain name?

He also moves around a lot. Nashville, Houston, Spring Hill (Tennessee), Colorado Springs... dude never seems to stay in the same place more than a day.

All of that is bad enough, of course. But it gets worse when I realize that Alexander has no last name. He also includes links in his emails that claim to go to one website, but actually go to another. That's not something to engender trust. And since he wants to enter into a business agreement with me, trust is definitely a plus.

Now, I have no solid proof that Alexander's offer is a scam. I have no way of knowing that he is a crook or a charlatan. However, I do think that the way he tries to initiate business is one that raises suspicion in far too many ways. Also, I think that he is stupid.

So if you're in the market for a domain that's up for auction, you probably couldn't do much worse than alex@doutnik.com, I mean alex@scottneff.com, I mean alex@nano-cleaning.com, I mean alex@lazerkasemakinesi.com, I mean alex@nonohairremovalreview.com, I mean alex@gospelmusicstars.com. That guy. He'll probably have a different email address when he contacts you, but he will be pretty obviously not somebody that you want to trust, no matter how sincere he claims to be.

Preferred Domain Availability Notification:

[domain name goes here] will be listed for auction soon. This domain might be useful for you, since you own a domain similar to this domain.

To confirm interest in owning this domain, fill out the simple form here: [misleading link goes here]

Sincerely,Alexander
6660 Delmonico Drive, Suite 415 Colorado Springs, CO 80919

If you do not want more of these messages, please click the link above and follow instructions at the bottom of the page

[humanizing quote from big-name author goes here]

Speaking of not seeming trustworthy and looking like a scammer, I got a call at 7am this morning from a nice fellow who claimed to be from "Window Operating System". That's a clever name. Anyways, he was kind enough to let me know that my computer was sending his company error messages. My goodness! I happened to mention that it was motherf*cking seven in the morning, and was surprised when he assured me that I was, in fact, the motherf*cker. Well. Perhaps he needed to know about his status as a c*nt. I think he did. So I told him, several times.

I like to think we were helping each other out. He let me know that my computer... Oh. I just realized that he didn't tell me which one. I have five. Anyways, now I know that my computer has evolved the ability to send strange people messages. That's fine. It's not a problem for me, but I do think it's worth knowing. And he definitely needed to know that he is a c*nt. Maybe at some point in time he will be visited by some officers of the law and they can explain in greater detail.

UPDATE! Alex sent me a few more sincere emails, but in the end I simply waited until the domain name was available normally and I got it through the normal channels. I should maybe send him a sincere thank-you note since I don't think I would have thought about that domain name without his creepy spam.