Wednesday, June 28, 2006

Six discs of 1990-something fury!
Alright, you had a month without me, no more vacation for you guys. :P

Ennehway, still only a few things have happened in the meantime. I bought a few CDs (Pack Up the Cats by Local H and Building Something Out of Nothing by Modest Mouse) and got an ancient-but-awesome 6-CD changer for $25 at a garage sale. I'm very satisfied with it, if only for one reason.

I've always measured the quality of a CD player by the only feature really representative of its quality: the method of access to the CD tray. If it's got a cheap, spring-loaded lid controlled by a button, you want to avoid it at any cost. Trust me. On the other hand, though, there are the ones, on players with CD changers, that are controlled electronically by button, and make all the individual CD trays fan out. Those are a good example of a player with obviously high-quality sound. (And if you see one with LED lighting around the CD tray or elsewhere, you've got an exceptional find on your hands.)

The one I picked up, though, had something I hadn't ever seen before: it has an electronically-controlled button that would make the entire 6-disc holder pop completely out of the front of the system, from which you can similarly pull out all the individual CD trays to load or unload them. It is amazing.

In more important news, though, my dad isn't going to be working at the university this fall, as I just found out last night. I had touched on before, I think, how his company really threw him into a complete shithole of an operation for the second time in a row. In fact, this time it was in even worse condition than it was at Ottawa (some $250,000 dollars in the hole, I think). In short, he took them back up I think about $100,000 in just a year, but not without pissing off the university for not giving away so much stuff for little or nothing, like the director before him had. So the company (Chartwells) probably isn't going to let him go, but the school wants them out. He's applied for a good job at Frito-Lay here in town, where he wouldn't be trying to please two different impossibly demanding entities, but if that doesn't go through, then we're going to have to stay with Chartwells, who will move us to another operation for the third fucking summer in a row. But I'm not going to worry too much about it right now, when there's not enough information to bother.
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