Feb. After yesterday’s excoriating attack on the globohomo. I’m going to take it a bit easier. It’s a constant battle for sure. I don’t know why I bother. Probably because I’m guessing very few people read it, or even care about any of it. I can say what I like without getting cancelled by a mob of drooling zombies. Yesterday I drove down to Stony Point to pick up an audio snake. For those of you who don’t know what this is, it’s a long cable with male XLR fittings at one end and female XLR slots at the other. You plug in the male ends to your microphones and Direct Input boxes, and the other end plugs into your recording console. I inherited the one I already had from a radio station, and I bought this new one second hand from another radio station. The one I had, I ruined when I dropped a very heavy Yamaha electric piano on it. It still worked, but it busted up a few of the female slots (It’s something I’ve done before, ha ha…) and it looked beaten up. (Everything is about sex, let’s face it.) So anyhow, I drove down the 9 W this afternoon to pick it up. I haven’t been all the way down to Stony Point before, and it’s a spectacularly scenic drive. You go up over Bear Mountain and take in these great vistas of the Hudson river along the way. The only annoying thing was the cunting GPS interrupting my music with, “you are over the speed limit” every two minutes. Shut the fuck up already! I know.
Arriving at my destination was a bit of an anti climax. The radio station was just a room full of obsolete equipment. The ‘pandemic’ I guess drove everyone out, and now they all broadcast from home. There was none of that “community radio chaos” that used to be what greeted you in a place like that. It was all so sterile and boring. I left them with a couple of my CDs, so maybe somebody will play them, I don’t know. I gave up sending my stuff to radio stations a long time ago. I don’t think many of them will “get it”. People’s ears have been fried listening to non stop garbage. I know because every time I turn on the radio, I hear “music” that to me is maximum unpleasantness. It’s all over produced shite, where the guitars are playing too loud, the drums sound like a herd of horribly quantified elephants, and the singer sounds like he’s passing a gallstone. It’s ghastly. Think of Bon Jovi mixed with Bruce Springsteen and you’re “half way there” gettit? Fuck the whole thing in the ass.
Today’s journal is excoriating itself into a morbidly pointless oblivion, so let’s take a look at the alt news then. Scott Adams, the creator of the cartoon ‘Dilbert’, is apparently saying that white people should stay away from black people. He is explaining his reasons on Twitter. This, I have to admit is radical talk, but it’s impossible to take sides without taking injury, so I’m not going to comment one way or the other. In my opinion it’s not prudent to paint everyone with the same brush, and that’s all I’m going to say. In this day and age of deep fakes, it’s entirely possible he didn’t say anything of the kind, but I saw it, and it looked pretty real to me at least. In another topic, China is said to be sending advanced bomb drones to Russia.
“>said to be
>as soon as
Two more weeks!”
That’s a typical response to a post like that. In other newz from the New York Post this time, a study (of mice) has revealed how drinking Coca-Cola and Pepsi can lead to larger testicles and higher testosterone levels.” The absolute state of two more weeks, and I’m not even trying that. Happy giant mouse balls Friday!