Rack:

I think we can all agree:
PHWOAR!!
Before people get all 'posh end of Brooklyn' about it, the reason it's both empty and clean, biznatches, is because of me. Just getting that information out there ...
Work
On important work-related matters:


Muahahahaha. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA. It's dead. It's dead. The fucking beast is dead! I killed it. Do you know how long that took? Do you? DO YOU?
Thirteen fucking years. Not continuously, of course, but there you go. Particularly noteworthy was an occasion where my brother and I decided to join forces in order to vanquish the enemy. The only catch was that we couldn't find the save disk so we left it running. For three weeks it sat, each of us tackling it in our spare time, with a note reading "Do not turn this off! We will kill you." lying on the top. We had gotten about two-thirds of the way through.
We came back from a club night to find that my old man had decided to do a spot of hoovering and, instead of choosing to remove one of the three other plugs ...
Never mind that now. It's fucking dead. MUAHAHAHAHA. Can I go home now? ...
Ch00nz
In excellent news, I finally got a good chunk of the old stereo / monitoring set-up reassembled. Between builders and plumbers and carpets and moving, it's been in tatters for nearly a year. Did you know that there are frequencies below 120 Hz? There are! I'd completely forgotten. It sounds beautiful.
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