Sonomotory

A nonsensical title for a sure-to-be confusing topic for most.

Little incredible things here and there that amaze me; such as follows is one (and I'm sure one day the last line will be considered "proper" grammer; somehow).

The BE CAREFUL voices continue, and are they ever annoying. As if I would self-censor to write on here.

All I'm getting at, and that's not all, is that I did something incredible in my music library this afternoon, whilst distracting myself from the strangers being paid to build shit in my parentals' yard.

I found - and paused - a direct splice.

Not just a -FC, but an -EC that turned into a pause that turned into the Front Cut of one of my top three fave trance songs of all time: Alphazone, with the original mix called Flashback.

The End Cut was from an artist called Sigm- something (Sigmoid?), and now all I think about is Overwatch 2's latest patch which, so far, has not been terribly received - nor by me, nor by the 1 or 2 content creators in that space that I regularly watch videos of.

One of them queues in mystery heroes (or rather, has at least one in their lifetime; I'm pretty sure my memory is good enough for that tidbit of souvenirs (which by the way, I think are a bit over the top on the MTX but considering the state of the industry currently I'll let it slide)).

The other is me, and while I watch "videos" of myself, I hardly add any .avi or whatever files to the internet because I've been burned one too many times by websites that go out of business. I'm keeping that last sentence as-is too, because I don't think it's right to treat the internet like a dumping ground for terrible business plans.

And here I am, a hypocrite on Blogger.

Well technically not really a business at all, since I haven't made a dime nor have I advertised anything other than... well... sometimes not the worst music in the world. So actually not a business; still a venting ground.

Took it ez

ChatGPT consulted for this one.

Whoa. I asked it to make me a plan for a good friday night at home, and it seriously impressed me.

In fact the only reason I'm blogging high at the moment is because it was recommended I do so by the AI. That's actually pretty cool.

So yeah, I'm relaxing and taking it easy.

L'action de grâce paléo

J'ai pas grand chose à rajouter à cette image. C'était délicieux et filling!

Oh, I go by Kaldoce (khal-duss) for my short form artist name. It's growing on me.

Reckless sirens; serious sounding writs continue

Okay what: it's a beautiful day in Toronto, Friday morning, and there are horrible screeching sirens that sound like an amalgamation of the dying screams of the sick care system. At 9 am in the morning. The sun has been up in T-Dot for at least a couple hours.

Until further notice, I assume they're bored dickheads who make more than I ever will as gov't employees, running around with their firetrucks and ambulances and the other militarized weapons against civilian peace. The alternative is terrible gov't waste.

Sure, I disturb the peace - with the strength of my voice, and with my thyroid imbalance, I can't constantly be blaming myself for my past (and probable) future not-so-non-violent words.

The neighbours continue to annoy me with their less potent version of death machines - mostly strollers and cars; but as I've yelled here & there, my value judgment here follows Orwell's: two wheels good; four wheels bad. And I don't bike much because I don't sleep much and I value my life more than random adrenalin boosts; such is life in my neck of the carbrained woods.

In other news*, D4 still bad, Diablo: Immortal probably better on my phone (yes, I finally have one that can run Genshin Impact natively, as well), but still no sign of Path of Building - which isn't necessarily a good piece of news for me either.

On a final note, I went to Queen's Park/Innis College yesterday. Here's a crop of the place if you're a curious recovering student politician (as I was once wont to be):

P.S. The random strangers/streetwalkers on the street talking to themselves (preferentially not me) - YOU'RE cool. Especially in a gentrified neighbourhood (where I currently write this) where everyone talks crosswise and nobody listens ergo nobody cares.