Monday, September 20, 2004

Time for a little math.

Mach x Speed of sound = Airplane speed.

MS = A

Microsoft = Apple. Wake up, America!

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Comment Commentary

Shin- I'm glad we finally see eye to eye on the issue, my colleague.

Mimmi- Marx Brothers? Are they like the Mario Brothers, only from Queens?

StarBound- Being a secretive control freak, The Sims is right up my alley.

Godel- Well, I have BT now. Let's get some linkage, por favore.

Mal- *shuns you for not getting Winter*

Godel- The first order of business, shunning Mal, is completed. I is happy.

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It's days like these when I'm really desperate for things to write about. Nothing outstanding happened in school, the weekend was a bore (Saikano manga volume two was a no-go), and weekends seem to be a dry spell for video game/anime news. I guess it's time to pull a rant out of thin air now.

I've written about Weird Al before, but never about my other assorted experiences with the music world, so let's go with that.

My earliest memories of music are probably of my mom playing Barbara Streisand tapes.. She always wanted to be a famous singer, and Miss Babs was always her idol/role model/what have you. Throughout our many, many car drives, she was always singing along to "People" or some other showtune.. By age seven I was really, really annoyed by it. I didn't really have any taste in music yet, though, so I had nothing to drown the songs out with.

Around that same time I was introduced to Weird Al Yankovic through that TV special he did for the Disney Channel. Almost eight years later, I can't really remember a lot of it, and the only segment that really sticks out in my mind is when Al eats the entire table of donuts to "suit up" for Fat. Oh, and the scorpion thing. My parents bought a couple tapes after that (Alapalooza and some other one that I lost pretty quickly), and I fell in love with the parody tunes. Finally, something else was (occasionally) played on the car's tape deck. We listened to Alapalooza for a very, very long time.. In fact, I think the first CD I purchased after that was Running with Scissors, two years later.

I guess the next major thing for me was taking up Piano lessons in third grade. At my elementary school, all of the soccer moms with second graders would wait at the door for their kids so they could walk them out to the parking lot. My mother, of course, was one of them (if you take away the soccer part), and she got into a lot of conversations with various other parents. One of them happened to be a private piano instructor.. And so, after winter break, I walked up to that house for the first time and touched the keys. I guess I caught on rather quickly, but I don't have much to compare myself to. A year and a half later I had my first recital- a Halloween masquerade one- at some church on the east side of town. Mrs. Alexander, my teacher, still requires that everyone memorizes their recital pieces, so I worked extra hard on one "Apaloosa Pony." I still remember how it goes to this day, heh.

*hums the tune for a minute*

It went well. I didn't make any noticeable mistakes (If I recall, there was a slight pause around the thirtieth measure, but whatever), and I felt an immense feeling of satisfaction afterwards. Many recitals followed, some good and some bad (Though I never did horribly), and soon the awesomeness of getting applause somewhat wore off. I still play to this day, but it's a very rare occurence when I play a song that I fall in love with.. The only motivation-striker nowadays is a transcript of BT's theme from .hack//SIGN that I got off of some site a few months ago. It's coming along quite well, I must say, and I might be able to record a playing of it for you soon, Azure. :P

Then came a wave of collecting Weird Al CDs. By the time I got to the 80's albums, the parody humor was starting to wear off, and I latched onto my newfound obsession of anime for music. Hence the JPop phase. This was around the time I got DSL, and Kazaa came into play.

God, was my computer slow because of all the Spyware.

Eventually, my playlist became a tad more.. Masculine, if you will, as I decided to end my isolation from American tunes. Over a period of time, I warmed up to VH1's top twenty countdown, and found one or two songs that I enjoyed. Soon there came a steady stream, accompanied by L'Arc, X-Japan and, most recently, Asian Kung Fu Generation.

And that's that. *runs away to practice piano before the "Omg this post sukz" hordes arrive*

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Oh, in journalism class news: We found out today that the computer lady went through all the school's computers and removed all the "unnecessary" programs to open up space on the 14% full hard drives. Apparently, she thought Adobe Pagemaker, our newsletter/yearbook program, was expendable, so she uninstalled it and got rid of the disc.

What. The. Hell.

I don't know how we're supposed to make this newsletter with the upcoming September twenty-ninth deadline without the program.. Oh, they lost Windows Image Editor, too, which isn't as much of a loss, considering I have a CD burner, fifty-something blank discs and Adobe Photoshop.

Go me.

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It's funny how quickly people can change.. There was this one girl, named Kelsie, who was a friend of mine in third grade. She was very nice, and very "untained," as many third graders are, and as the years went on we drifted apart. Well, she's in journalism, and she's.. *shudders* Well, she's one of the "popular" people now, and thus she has the dress code-violating, trendy clothes-wearing semi-ghetto schtick going on. I'm not sure if she even recognized me when I was told to do something on the computer for her fashion column.. She was talking as if she was obligated to try to be nice to a total stranger. Oh well.

Teh SillyCircus Day 36- Don't worry, by happy.
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