The Bruins lost tonight. I didn’t get any music done. I’m not planning on car music tomorrow. I got a chunk of my work project done but not enough to feel comfortable.
I’m going to bed. I can’t keep my eyes open.
Good night, universe. Talk to you tomorrow.
I pretty much always use the same time effects on all of my tracks when I mix a song. I like a super short slap back echo on vocal tracks, a dotted eighth note delay on lead guitars, and a short room style reverb on everything. I don’t want my mixes to sound dry, but I do like them to sound almost dry. I want the mixes to sound like they could be a band playing in a small club or a rehearsal room. For as long as I’ve been doing this stuff, that’s been my go-to goal.
I was listening to some Rush the other day. Moving Pictures. I was kinda taken by the reverb. There is a lot of reverb on those tracks. It’s never overpowering or in your face, but it’s there. Maybe this years RPM will include a little experimenting with different reverb types and lengths.
Maybe.
Look at me, being all self motivating and shit.
The quinoa is a little too soupy tonight. Hopefully Jen likes it.
Raise your hand if you like Mondays. I’ll wait.
I suppose there are folks who work weekends and have Mondays off who might like Mondays. For the rest of the working world? Mondays suck.
I am about to have a tough couple of days. I am not going to say I left a project until the last minute, but I may have left a project to the second to last minute and now the clock is close to running out. Shit. I had been doing so much better with planning and scheduling and not letting myself get tied up in things that keep me from what I need to do. Things have been weird this month. Let’s blame it on that, m’kay?
There’s not much else going on today. Here’s hoping for a burst of professional productivity. Happy Monday, everyone.
Hit it, Max.
The cat has not puked in the bedroom (or anywhere else that I know of) today.
That makes this a good day.
I’m going to celebrate by going to sleep.
Goodnight, everyone.
Jen and I just finished the new season of Cobra Kai on Netflix.
My question for the universe: Why is Cobra Kai a good show? I don’t get it. The premise is utterly idiotic. It’s basically based on a gag from the show How I Met Your Mother where one character wrongly thought that the bad guy in many famous movies is really the good guy and Johnny Lawrence in The Karate Kid was a tragic hero instead of a stereotypical 80’s movie villain.
So why is it good? Also, it functions on the suspension of disbelief that an entire region of California is out of their brains obsessed with high school karate tournaments. Like…. No!
Everything about the show should be awful at worst and just dumb at best.
But it’s not. It’s absolutely riveting! It’s so good!
Why???? I don’t understand!!
She’s in charge.
It’s Sunday and Jen and I are just hanging out in the office. We’re in the midst of a grande experiment to improve one facet of our existence. It’s something incredibly important that everyone deals with every day……..
Pillows.
We’re trying to up our pillow game, big time. Jen ordered some pillows the other day and we used them last night. They were very firm. Much firmer than we’ve ever used before. Jen didn’t like them. I haven’t really decided yet. Too firm? Maybe. Too firm to use? I don’t know. We are trying another set of pillows next that are a little squishier. I expect they will be Goldilox: just right.
What else is going on? I am going to have a painful week at work this week, so I’m enjoying the calm today. I’ll pay for it later. I have another day off this week too. Wednesday. That’s three consecutive Wednesdays I’ve been out of work. The other two had actual reasons. This week is just because I had to burn eight hours of vacation time in order to avoid maxing out at the end of the month. I will likely have to do a couple of days in February too, but at least I can use the RPM Challenge as my excuse.
I am a little sad today. A few weeks ago I ordered a pile of new clothes. Two t-shirts didn’t come quickly, but they finally came at the end of last week. The two shirts came from the Rush Backstage store. Yup. I’m wearing my fav band on a t-shirt. Unfortunately, the first of the two that I’ve tried on is really small. It has made me sad. I guess I am going to have to go through a weight loss surgery process in order to get smaller so the shirt will fit. I’m guessing the second band shirt is going to be small too, but I haven’t tried it on yet.
I can’t think of anything else to write about. Jen picked up a copy of NHL ’22 and I started playing it yesterday. Maybe I’ll sneak in another game tonight. I’m playing through the Spengler Cup. I have no idea how that tournament works, but I haven’t lost a game yet. I have it on the lowest difficulty level though, so if I lose a game it means I royally suck.
Okay. Ms Patches just came into the room and she’s meowing for attention. I think I’ll post this and go pet her. Bye for now.
She’s being all friendly and nice, trying to apologize for all of the vomit.
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