Legs hurty . . .

Had fun at Haven tonight. Sheesh. You would think that with the amount that I like to go dancing that I would do it more . . . Anyway, gossamer_gull,inle_rah and I literally danced ourselves to pieces - my legs hurt. Biking to work is going to be interesting tomorrow. We'll see how far the preemptive ibuprofen I popped goes.

I wish I had remembered to have someone take my picture before we ran off to the club, I looked damn cute if I do say so myself, with beatgoddess's magenta glitter drag queen wig, the cat ears, and kitty cat makeup. Naturally I had to dance to the Pussy song. Go me. Ah well, I'll just have to do it again sometime. :)

Anyway, must to bed. Got work tomorrow unfortunately. *sigh*

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bleh. day is grey and drizzy. Not helping somewhat bleh mood.

On the other hand, what is helping is that I've discovered THE best techno transition ever, and I don't even have to do any mixing. Boggle. Mundy's Escape from Mantua from the second volume of the Romeo + Juliet soundtrack (yep, the Baz Luhrmann one, as if any other version would have techno in the soundtrack) flows so well into Fluke's Zion (from The Matrix Reloaded soundtrack) that you'd swear they were the same song separated at birth and sent to live in two different movies. I've been listening to the two songs over and over again all day, marvelling at how amazingly well they transition into each other. It helps that they are two majorly kickass peices of music.

I'm getting the mix making bug again. Already I've got four requests lined up anyway at this point - darkling_dreams (welcome to LJ, sweetheart!) has played yet another goth tape into an early demise, so I have to not only retape it, but I have to find some kind of super Chromium tape that can handle the abuse. :) gossamer_gull and inle_rah are also interested in goth mixes after last night's clubbing adventure. And sundart's been after me to make her a tape for months.

Some of my geekier friends (*cough* harinezumi *cough*) are probably scoffing at the fact that I still swear by the old medium of cassette tapes, rather than burning CDs. Even though they are much more of a pain in the butt to record (though much less of a pain thanks to a little program called MixMeister and a Y cable) I've gotten much more listenable results with a tape than with a CD. Not to mention that tapes come in longer time denominations than CDs. Two hours is about the perfect amount of time to fit a particular mood of music - not short enough so that the music becomes tiring on multiple repeats, not insanely long like MP3CDS, where the capacity is so huge the listener is more likely to turn it off in the middle and not form any sort of connection with the songs. I've found that unless in a club setting, superlong sets of music fade into background noise after a while. Two hours, I think is about the limit of consistant interest.

K, so why not CDs? Pros are that given discman adaptors, more people have them in their cars, no warping, etc etc. Cons however - 74-80 minutes isn't enough time for me to make a really really good mix. They're more prone to scratching, especially if you're like most people and forget to put them away between listens. And try as I might, I can't find CD burning software that gives me the control I require over song mixing, nor have I figured out a good way of quickly recording to audio file the mixes I do make. Also the digital requirement of chopping things up into tracks is kinda antithetical to the way I approach mixes: I pick songs and arrange them so that not only do they flow into each other as seamlessly as possible, but they also form some kind of whole idea, statement, theme, or emotion, and the mix is meant to be listened to as an entire entity, not so much for individual tracks. I feel that if the idea is to stick a whole bunch of music onto a (insert recording medium) then what you have is not a mix tape or CD. Might as well just burn the requisite tracks onto a data CD and send that person home. And even though tapes are being phased out album wise, most stereos still have a cassette deck, so I guess i'll be making these tapes until the damn players all finally die.

So there is my little speech. Yes, I'm a little bit of a mix tape snob. But damn it, I'm good at it. Pity it's not a talent that's good for much except making my friends happy. Possibly DJing, but I've got far too much other stuff going on to have time to learn how . . . might be fun down the line though. :) Anyway, I think John Cusack's character explains the process quite well in High Fidelity:

The making of a good compilation tape is a very subtle art. Many do's and don'ts. First of all you're using someone else's poetry to express how you feel. This is a delicate thing . . . Like breaking up, it's hard to do and takes ages longer than it might seem. You gotta kick off with a killer, to grab attention. Then you got to take it up a notch, but you don't wanna blow your wad, so then you got to cool it off a notch...

New Transmet! *froth*

One of the local comic book stores posted in their LJ that the new Transmetropolitan trade volume just came in. *drool*. I don't care if it's raining and I just came back from there, I'm hauling ass on BelleNoire back downtown to get it. If a fix of Spider Jerusalem and his oh-so-filthy assistants can't make it all better, I don't know what can!

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feh. Allergy attack not fun. I am all itchy and snotty all over the place and have been since about 7:30. ug. *sniffle*

Did the bicycle equivelant of speeding down the hill to Modern Myths, returned clutching the 9th volume ot Transmetropolitan in my hot little hand, along with the second trade volume of GloomCookie, which is fun fluffy comic reading, especially if one of your main activities is laughing at them thar wacky crazy Goth kids and their poetry. :) Oh the sublime horror that is Vermilion. He might as well stand up on stage, strap Poetry Appreciation devices to everyone around him and begin reciting "O freddled gruntbuggly, thy micturations are to me . . ."

damn it, once upon a time I knew the whole thing. And I'm too lazy to go fish out my copy of the Ultimate HHG. Not to mention bending over to fish it off the shelf its on would not only wake up sundart but will disturb the precarious equilibrium of the fluid in my nasal cavity. Oh well. Long story short, both compilations were worth the money spent and the forty odd minutes it took me to read both of them. That's the one problem with comic books - they go by so quickly . . .

Head is stuffy and I feel sad. Need to find actual tissues, as paper towels too rough on poor sensitive nosie. Ouch. Need some filthy assistants to bring me tissues.

aw jeez . . .

as if I didn't have enough things wrong with me, my left knee is doing something weird and scary - it's collapsing if I put weight on it in a certain way. Think I might have hyperextended it at some point during the swirlygoth dancing. That and suddenly it's freezing outside.

Just shoot me.