First, he had to move to Florida because he can't afford to live in California (and he killed some people, too), and now he's pirating sattelite TV. Poor guy. Didn't he play football once?
In other news, I'm surprised my friend Andy quit blogging. He loves the space program; I would have loved to read what he thinks about Discovery's return to flight.
No time for opinion today.
Wednesday, July 27, 2005
Sunday, July 24, 2005
Burn R. Kelly
R.Kelly TP3 - Jive Records - r-kelly.com
I bought this album from iTunes this weekend for the sole reason that I couldn't get that stupid 5-chapter saga out of my head.
Listening to the rest of the album, I have drummed up these comments:
If I happen to hear an interview of R. Kelly talking about any song on this album, I wouldn't be surprised to hear "...yeah, I wrote that when I was twelve. Pretty good, huh?"
His next album may include a song with the line "My anus was raw" just because it would rhyme.
TP.3 Reloaded isn't remixes, but it isn't original, either. Also, there's no theme and several grammatical errors. I think R. Kelly writes about 30% of the material, which probably results in his not needing to attend any live events.
That's good, because it will give him more time to videotape his encounters with 14-year-old girls.
This album has a cover on it that makes one think that it's rock-hard, perhaps like one of Tupac's. Take a look at the site, before his next album comes out (probably next month). It does not, however, contain any type of fast, hard rap or any cool beats. There is one song on this album that is SeanPaulIstic, but for that one Mr. Kelly sought the help of four others. And it sucked. It was a desperate attempt at originality - it was about bootie-shaking.
I've never heard such a dramatic attempt at placing a mobile phone in silent mode. What a ridiculous attempt at a memorable production. Maybe I'm just too old.
What's the return policy at iTunes?
I bought this album from iTunes this weekend for the sole reason that I couldn't get that stupid 5-chapter saga out of my head.
Listening to the rest of the album, I have drummed up these comments:
If I happen to hear an interview of R. Kelly talking about any song on this album, I wouldn't be surprised to hear "...yeah, I wrote that when I was twelve. Pretty good, huh?"
His next album may include a song with the line "My anus was raw" just because it would rhyme.
TP.3 Reloaded isn't remixes, but it isn't original, either. Also, there's no theme and several grammatical errors. I think R. Kelly writes about 30% of the material, which probably results in his not needing to attend any live events.
That's good, because it will give him more time to videotape his encounters with 14-year-old girls.
This album has a cover on it that makes one think that it's rock-hard, perhaps like one of Tupac's. Take a look at the site, before his next album comes out (probably next month). It does not, however, contain any type of fast, hard rap or any cool beats. There is one song on this album that is SeanPaulIstic, but for that one Mr. Kelly sought the help of four others. And it sucked. It was a desperate attempt at originality - it was about bootie-shaking.
I've never heard such a dramatic attempt at placing a mobile phone in silent mode. What a ridiculous attempt at a memorable production. Maybe I'm just too old.
What's the return policy at iTunes?
Friday, July 22, 2005
techpickle.org
For those of you who visit techpickle.org (translation: no one), the website may be unresponsive today, as I am cleaning e-mail off my server. Apparently this is part of the learning process. When an e-mail is sent to someone who doesn't exist, the message is stored on the server anyway. This resulted in 1.5GB of e-mail that no one read sitting on my machine. The directory became unmanageable and e-mail services shut down. Today I am correcting that problem, and e-mail services have been restored.
I realize that this blog is accessible by billions of people, and that this issue only affects about three of them. Just trying to be efficient. Visit http://www.techpickle.org/ and send comments.
I realize that this blog is accessible by billions of people, and that this issue only affects about three of them. Just trying to be efficient. Visit http://www.techpickle.org/ and send comments.
Wednesday, July 20, 2005
I Decided
That I'm not very opinionated about much. That's why I don't blog all the time. Plus, I don't make the time to blog, though I should. When I have an opinion worth blabbing about, I'll blog.
Friday, July 08, 2005
Monday, July 04, 2005
Excellent Battle on Dangerfield's
After a night of good sleep, in that period just before one actually wakes but is still dreaming, I see books. I don't just see books, I read them. I see sentences and words and somehow they make sense. These stories have not been written; they exist only in my mind at those given moments and usually dissipate before I can write them down. But I caught this one.
The title of this imaginary work was "Excellent Battle on Dangerfield." It was an old book (1950's) written by a man and his soon-to-be wife. They would come to write many books together. But only his name was on the cover.
The book seemed not to be a comedy, but was about comedy. I've lost that now. Maybe it was some kind of fight to the top of stardom. Perhaps it was at Dangerfield's, a comedy club founded by Rodney himself.
I think I know how this got put together. Beth's been studying American history (Battles), we've been watching a bit of Comedy Central lately (Dangerfield, comedy), and I live in South Georgia (heat and humidity cause delusions).
Anyway, I thought you'd find it interesting that I read books in my dreams. I also hear intellectual speakers, but they're all long gone when I wake. It's interesting how the brain works.
Now that I've installed the Google Toolbar again, I can use the Blog This! feature to blog more often.
But don't count on it. And for what it's worth, Happy Independence Day. Don't blow yourself up.
The title of this imaginary work was "Excellent Battle on Dangerfield." It was an old book (1950's) written by a man and his soon-to-be wife. They would come to write many books together. But only his name was on the cover.
The book seemed not to be a comedy, but was about comedy. I've lost that now. Maybe it was some kind of fight to the top of stardom. Perhaps it was at Dangerfield's, a comedy club founded by Rodney himself.
I think I know how this got put together. Beth's been studying American history (Battles), we've been watching a bit of Comedy Central lately (Dangerfield, comedy), and I live in South Georgia (heat and humidity cause delusions).
Anyway, I thought you'd find it interesting that I read books in my dreams. I also hear intellectual speakers, but they're all long gone when I wake. It's interesting how the brain works.
Now that I've installed the Google Toolbar again, I can use the Blog This! feature to blog more often.
But don't count on it. And for what it's worth, Happy Independence Day. Don't blow yourself up.
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