Bach

Do not consider listening to this if you don't want ruptured eardrums.


EDIT: Ahh geez, don't click the "Listen" part because it doesn't work. I forgot to mention this the other time too.

Nothing to see here yet

I was going to record something today after school, but I kept messing up the piece at the same places, so I'll have to do it tomorrow morning. In addition, my eyelids are currently getting too heavy to keep up.

How to Turn Your Brain Into Mush

Practice tests, to apply to work for the Government of Canada.

General Competency Test: Level 1 - you need 18/50 to "pass," but after doing about 10 of these questions your brain will start to swirl around in your skull.
Office Skill Test - you need 35/75, and they time you so you're bound to make some mistakes from feeling the heat.
General Competency Test: Level 2 - probably to dissuade the 1% of people who managed to get through the other test without turning into puddles of goo.
Graduate Recruitment Test - I'm not sure what this is for, since I quit after the first two tests.

Bureaucracy sucks, but it pays really well.

Islands in the Magazine That is What We Are

For chrissakes, don't buy this magazine if you're not gonna read it. 

Islands

My brother, in his infinite wisdom with computers, messaged me last night with the most urgent and legal message, "I NEED WINDOWS XP I FUXX0RED MY LAPTOP THERE'S A VIRUS I NEED THE ISO NOW." (Actually, he's not that direct - it's condensed from a hundred questions of "Why do you need it?" and "What the hell happened???" to which he replied "I NEED IT NOW AND FAST.")

Well, I'd gladly help with less crazy solutions if I were in the same country as him, but he is on tour right now for a whole month (yet again). He was in Washington DC, and he also mentioned that this month's SPIN magazine had a small feature on the band. I asked him if it was this feature, and he promptly replied, "No, that pic of me sucks." Agreed. He said, "GO GET THE MAGAZINE AND SHOW MOMMY OUR PICTURES."

So today I went out to go hunt down the magazine (an english magazine in a french redneck neighbourhood, figures), but it's $5.50 for a compilation of music bands I'm sure to never hear about nor be familiar with ever. And on top of that, I stood there for about twenty minutes in Archambault scanning it and I couldn't find the article, so I left without buying anything.

On the plus side, I did take a look at their instruments, and they have a cello for 800 bucks. :) and :(

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Thus ends the day of yet another unemployed bum in this city. Tomorrow, featuring a second run to Archambault and buying the stupid magazine because I missed the damn thing.

GI Joe

Goddammit, I can't find either a clean mp3 or midi of the GI Joe ending theme. You'd think with the 80s nostalgia craze that there's one out there...

EDIT: It looks as though I will have to encode my own midi, probably from this video. I'll get back to you in a few weeks...

I am such a bastard

I don't internet-stalk. Rather, I internet-peep.

Most of you may know that I don't publicise my blog. I almost do not have it on any search engine (I think). In fact, if you anonymously and randomly sign my blog, I will freak out for about half an hour trying to figure out who you are. Then I hide under a big shell until nobody's looking and run for freedom.

On the other hand, I will go to great lengths googling people I knew back in the past. I will turn over many a stone to pry into the depths of the underworld (ie. look in my old yearbooks) until things become clear.

And lo and behold, if you have a livejournal or a blog, I will find you. Or in this case, both of you.

EDIT: I should probably specify that these two are from my old school while I was up in blueberry land.