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Non-complaint: Aye Admiral, thar be printing here! Yay, my new printer has been moved into place, software'd up, firmware'd up, paper'd up, and has printed a virgin page. Wheee...
My nephew was visiting from Ohio and stopped by to show off their 2 year old daughter. We shared stories & cookies, and he helped me move the new printer into place, and the old printer into the new printer's box, ready for disposal. Whew, that's finally done. 
Complaint: Now to buy a new full set of ink when the limited supply of the ink that came with it gets used up. ($$$)
I just found out my boyfriend hasn't heard of Hey Jude or Bob Ross. I wonder if Bob Ross ever heard Hey Jude.
....there are a lot of new pop musicians and bands today that I have never heard of until someone mentions their name.
I had the 45 of Hey Jude which was one of the longest songs (7 min 12 sec) ever issued on a 7" record. The B-side was Revolution.
Saw them in September 1964 at the old Milwaukee Arena. The tickets for the seats we had on the floor by the stage cost a whopping 4.75$, which in today's economy would be 49.50$. Still a bargain considering what a tickets to see a performer or band of that calibre costs today.
Guess I've risen to the status of "old fuddy duddy".
[well, then again I did complete 72 trips around our central stellar primary last week Monday.]
I don't want to go to a rock concert unless they pay me a lot of money and give me headphones to quiet down the loud noise.
Just now, I assumed Hey Jude was a band that I had never heard of. I thought they must be one of those "alternative" bands that just name themselves anything like Beck or Purity Ring.
LOL when I discovered indie and European folk music in the mid-90s, my knowledge of anybody modern and fameous took a steep nose-dive. I'd finally found a genre I enjoyed and simply couldn't be bothered with what everyone else was telling me was wonderful, which had only ever really fallen into the categories of "I hate this" and "I guess this doesn't annoy the everloving snot out of me, so I suppose that means I like it?"
Funny thing is that "Greensleeves" was in our song book for music class in elementary school. I immediately fell in love with it -- it sounded right -- and asked the music teacher where I could find more like that.
"Oh, it's really old. I don't think there's many songs like that around anymore."
I often wonder how things might've been different for me if she'd taken a moment to recognize a spark of genuine passion for the thing she'd decided to teach and /at least/ told me "well, I don't know, but maybe we could ask the librarian?"
One of the many awesome things about the internet. Kids (or anyone) are no longer limited to the "expert" advice of one person who has no clue and can't be bothered to find one.
...I hear you on that (pun somewhat intended)/
When groups like the Beatles the Stones and others of the day did concerts, they used just heir amps and sometimes the house sound system. Big towers of speakers were usually only used in outdoor concerts back then(often held it sports stadiums and venues like Hollywood Bowl). Over time these "towers of sound power" made it into indoor halls at times making one feel they were standing next to a Concorde on the ground with engines running at full throttle and afterburners lit. By then I had pretty much ceased attending rock concerts as I had moved into classical which was much easier on the ears. I still liked a number of bands but preferred listening to them on radio or record as I could control the volume level,
I also had enough loud noise in my life having lived under the approach/departure path to Milwaukee's airport for many years (those early jets were far louder than today).
One situation I'm hopeful about is the appearance of a number of young people on YouTube who are reviewing classical music. Many of them appear to have zero previous exposure to it, and had been currently playing or reviewing their typical young people music and artists for likes & cash. And then they jump on the YouTube bandwagon of reviewing classical music too when they run out of worthy modern stuff they're allowed to play (copywrite restrictions) and appear to be genuinely surprised to find what makes classical music classic.
It's been around for 100 to 200+ years and, for some people and some pieces, still grabs you by the brainy bits, or touches your heart, or makes you want to dance, or plays an imaginary movie in your head. Surprise, surprise, yeah, it's actually good.
One of my favorite reviewers is GIDI. He's been doing it now for at least 3 years, and started with very little understanding of the composer names, or how to pronounce them, or which instruments are which, but he's pretty good about letting us hear the piece without too many useless or uninteresting interruptions. Here's his first exposure to the (last two movements of the) Dvořák 9th Symphony (aka: From The New World). I like watching the expressions on his face. He now has a huge library of classical pieces he's reviewed, some of which I've never delved into.
I'm trying to see if this is a real mugshot but with text put on it. Is this a real guy?
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jeffrey_Dahmer ;
Unfortunately, yes he was.
...one of the most notorious people of last century and from my old hometown.
Thought it was Jeffery. Ai said it was fake. When I looked at the picture, I thought it was him.
I have always loved 'Greensleeves' but also anything with bagpipes and drums. But it was a program that was on TV in Britain when I was stationed there, 'The Celts' with a soundtrack by the group Clannad and Enya that had my head spinning. Luckily CDs were coming out around that time and I had access to the wonderful music supply in England to stock up on World Beat Music. Thankfully we have YouTube to expose us to even more artists today, but I miss book/music stores where you can go in an browse albums and find hard copies to bring home. Buying over the internet just isn't the same.
HAPPY NEW YEAR's EVE (day): I for one am glad to stop using the "25" in dates now.
As the late Queen Elizabeth might have said, it has been an annus horribilis. Especially in the US and moreso in Eastern Europe. Let's hope and strive to make "26", not so 'orrible.
I have a plush friend named Queen Elizabeth. Be careful, as she is a cheetah.
This made me smile.
Non-complaint: My Husband the Tech has ordered an inexpensive gadget that he says can get the hard drive contents from HAL 9000 2.0 (my defunct laptop), since it wasn't a hard drive failure. I must take his word for it, since I don't get, grok, or understand them. This means I will still have access to a few older versions of DS4.x
Related complaint: don't yet have the budget to replace HAL 9000 2.0.
Non-complaint: going to a party tonight.
Complaint: An Ink Quandry: Now that I've installed and activated my new printer, I still have to deal with the old one. I've gotten it into the box that the new one came in, ready for disposal, but I'm going to have to get my neighbor to take it to the Trash Transfer Station. Unfortunately, when I cleaned out my printer stand (a small wooden two-drawer chest) where I keep my paper & ink and camera equipment, I discovered that I have two unopened boxes of ink for the old printer. A double capacity Black (EPSON #127), and a standard capacity Magenta(EPSON #127). I know I shelled out ($$) for both of them directly from the EPSON website.
Is there anyway I can trade them in to get some of my ($$) back?
A Non-Complaint Complaint: I've already eaten my leftovers from Olive Garden on Monday. They were both seafood dishes and I didn't want to keep them much more than 24 hours, even refrigerated(but I did gain two pounds yesterday)
. I wasn't able to get my grocery shopping done when I was uptown, so I'm left with what's left in my refrigerator, freezer, and pantry to have for my celebratory New Year's Eve dinner and New Years Day lunch. I've got various cheeses, crackers, frozen homemade goulash, a frozen Stouffer's lasagna, canned corn, instant mashed potatoes, chicken gravy, my last can of asperagus, and a few frozen shrimp. And of course my long awaited bottle of champagne which I will spread over tonight and tomorrow. I think I'll do OK.
Hello 2026!
Oh, and I haven't been a pig, I've got my cookies leftover too.
Complaint: It's still snowing, and the forcast is for more, almost continuous, snow until Sunday. Swept my porch several times, the temperatures are in the COLD range (currently 15F/-8.3C) brrr...
There will be no toddling two blocks up the hill, in fierce winds, to the local grocery store for the foreseeable future.
I love "Greensleeves" less now that I know there are other options, LOL, but it still holds a place in my heart. When I was 12 (or 13?) I got invited to a new friend's holiday party... she and pretty much all her friends there worked at the Renaissance Festival, which I had only recently learned about through her. Anyway, all of them were (are) musicians and had a huge jam session, and I was like "WAIT!! THERE'S MORE???"
Weirdly enough, I was the one of the group to discover Loreena McKennitt, and it was through my dad listening to the Hearts of Space radio program. They had one called 'Time of the Unicorn' and it played most of her recently released album, including "Lady of Shallott" (adapted from Tennyson's poem). He knew I was into Arthurian stuff and was asking for background (and thought I would like it). I can't recall how I found Clannad and Enya... it might've been the music shop, once I realized there was a world beat section to browse. There really was something about the clack-clack as you flipped through the offerings...
I envy Teen Kiddo more than a little that they've gotten to grow up with all this awesomeness. Live vicariously, I guess? And it give me the amusement that when most kids were belting out stuff from Disney (which they also did) my kid was singing 'Sam Hall' on loop for three days straight, or informing me that some song on my new Kate Rusby CD wasn't Irish enough 'Because no one is dead yet.' (They revised their opinion a couple verses later.)
Maybe a disc enclosure. I got fed up with having a computer on either side of me waiting for all those .dsf files to transfer (small files are slower to copy than large) so I got one and put the 3D disc from the old system in it (it's also a USB hub, and can take much larger discs, so I will later give it a big disc and use if for back up). It worked to a point, but I couldn't use the standard options to get access to the folder with my 3D content; in the end I had to ue a couple of command line options to take ownership and set permissions and those took about as long to run as transferring the files over the network would have (but at least I didn't have to have a computer at each ear).
That reminds me of when I first discovered Renaissance/Medieval music. It was with the 1960's BBC Radio adaptation of The Hobbit, at first the main title sort of repulsed me with it's very nasal and blaring crumhorns, but I pretty quickly began to adjust to it:
Then my love for it was cemented with the score to the Crystal Chronicles game for the Nintendo GameCube:
A New Year's Eve Complaint: Well, that was irritating. I've been opening champagne bottles for 40 years and never have I had a cork refuse to cooperate.
It wouldn't budge. When my arthritic hands failed, I used a jar lid opener and that failed to grip tight enough. I tried warming the bottle neck gently but was afraid of stressing the cold glass and shattering it. So I dug into my stored away collection of kitchen instruments and found my long abandoned leavered, winebottle, corkscrew, vice thingie and realized that I couldn't use it directly because champagne corks are different than wine corks. Wine corks are simply cylinders stuffed completely into the neck of the bottle. Whereas, champagne bottle corks are shaped like buttontop mushrooms, with about 3/4 of an inch of the cork top bulging above the lip of the neck to allow one to grab and twist the cork. So the leavered, winebottle, corkscrew, vice thingie couldn't get its anvil down onto the lip of the neck because of the bulge of the mushroom top in the way. Ah ha, says I, I'll just cut the mushroom top off and then use the corkscrew thingie as if it were a wine bottle. A razor blade and several minutes of fidgeting finally decapitated the cork and I was finally able to get the corkscrew down through the stuck, super compressed, super dense cork and gently, slowly, millimeter by millimeter, tease the cork from the bottle, to the point at which it POPed violently throwing the cork and corkscrew thingie out of my hands and across the kitchen sink clattering against the window and knocking my collection of cheap little ceramic animals into the sink.
Thankfully, there was no volcano of defizzed champagne. I'd been taught to hold the cork and release the gas slowly like a like a baby fart instead of an explosion, to avoid the fountain and wasting a quarter of the bottle. Apparently Mumm brut is not that type of champagne. (Something to note)
Now, after two glasses it doesn't bother me anymore. Wheee... the night has begun.
And no ceramic animals were harmed in the process.
Take issue with Purity Ring if you want (though it seems like a perfectly cromulent name to me), but Beck is just the guy's first name. Do you think Madonna and Prince are "random" names, too? If so, blame their parents.
ROFL at this description. Little Dude's baby farts literally woke his grandmother... in the next room. He was wearing a diaper at the time, so that was muffled, too. Another one was forceful enough that it made milk come out his nose, and he hadn't even eaten recently. (I laughed for a solid five minutes. I might've been a little tired.)
It was truly awe-inspiring. That child was the king of farts.
Happy new years! Can I go to bed?