Ordered me a backup drive for the new iMac yesterday. 500 GBs for a hundred bucks seemed reasonable enough that I couldn't resist. And the claim is it's as quiet as any external drive so that should be good. There's enough ambient noise in the office as is. We'll see if Time Machine and my own stubborn "copy that bitch" nature can fill it up over the next few weeks for me.

Archiving shit is where it's at anyway. Having a separate drive to archive to before I get around to burning a CD or DVD of it? May not be any safer in the long-run, but makes my safety button tingle.

Hopefully Time Machine doesn't run half-a-dozen times while I'm in the midst of recording shiznitz.

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I'm a weird one. I know that. Other people who dig the type of music I dig are looking for ways to sound smooth and fat and thick and whatever. While I like a certain amount of that, I also like hairy, ripping sounds. The sound of an amp right on the brink of destruction. The sound of a speaker about to tear itself apart from being pumped too full of watts. That, to me, is the sound of metal.

It's a tough balancing act to find that sound in a way that doesn't annoy the neighbors. For years and years I just didn't bother because the balance could not be found. It's either too loud for somebody else, or not loud enough to get a sound I enjoyed enough to RTFO with.

So, when I get back into about a year or so ago, I get a POD because I hear tell they're capable of great things. I fought that little bastard day and night trying to find it. I know it's in there somewhere. I've heard other people get close to what I want with it. It has to be there. Someplace.

And then, finally, I found it. It's got that big fat undertone and that huge, face-ripping mid-section and that clanky chink you expect from a speaker that's just being pushed too damn hard without being ice-pick to the ear spikey.

And when I get a few moments to record and mix-down something new, I'll let you bastards hear it. Hopefully over the next couple days, though being the early week, not likely until closer to the weekend.

I hate early weeks.

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I also hate snow. It always comes during the work week. Usually during my earl work weeks. Usually at such a time I can't get it when I get home at night but have to get it before I go to work in the morning. So, this morning I drag-ass out even earlier than I have to get up on my early weeks anyway and shnozzle out the driveway again.

It just sets me up for a bad mood for the day when I gotta tackle snow first thing in the morning. No sir, I don't like it.

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So, Zippy managed to meander in at the crack of 8:35, only thirty-five minutes late. Better than his standard hour plus. I needed an assist to get at a system at Funhouse2 over the network as I don't have the remote software on my system. He manages, within moments, to take a "can't get to the Funhouse mainframe" problem and turn it into "can't get on the network at all" right in front of me as I asked him to stop.

By the time BB got here, late because of his kid's school starting late, that system was completely hosed. BB was about ready to destroy Zippy. Turns out Destro and Zippy were already on BB's hit list for fucking up things yesterday. BB finally turned on quotas for the server. 12 GBs. Destro's best-bud the Paperboy was somewhere around 15 GBs. He was warned three days in advance to clean out some old stuff because the lock-down was coming. His response when asked why he didn't?

"I saw that email. I thought it applied to everybody but me. My stuff is important."

Yeah, because you need to keep a copy of every printed article about Funhouse you've collected over the last seven years in your profile. Archive the shit you only look at once every three years and offload it like any rational person would have done and have off with it. Nope. Destro was instantly convinced. "We gotta take care of Paperboy. He's important."

I could debate that point, but whatever. BB unchecked his quota box and let him have his way for now.

Then there's the brief but catastrophic T1 failure yesterday afternoon. Destro calls BB at home and asks him to fix it. Hey, brainiac, if you can't get out, he certainly can't get in.

So, anyway, Zippy and the Destro are already on the short list for BB and Zippy hits BB up the second BB gets here this morning with his fuck up of the system at Funhouse2. BB comes back to me and says, "what did Zippy do? He walked by me mumbling something about that system in Funhouse2 and saying that I could take care of it but he couldn't tell me what was wrong with it."

I explained what I knew. And BB blew his top. "I'm tired of picking up the pieces for his worthless ass. This is enough."

The staff meeting today ought to be entertaining as all get-out. So we've got that going for us.

Enough. Outs.