Remember back in the 50s when they'd record like Elvis singing YOU AIN'T NOTHIN BUT A HOUND DOG and then they'd turn the record over and reverse it and it was all NYERP NYERP NYERP NYERP NYERP and people were all like, "That is actually the voice of Satan coming from that song."
JZ: Sorry to hear that. Several of my friends are graduating this year, so I can kind of relate. I hope you can stay in contact with each other, at least.
Tre: Blegh, sickness. I can also kind of relate to that, considering how I felt a couple weeks ago.
So. Out of curiosity. Since The Beet Tape actually seemed to have a pretty good reception both here and elsewhere, I'm gonna dive right in to my next project.
I've got a concept already, but I have a question. Which do you guys like better as a title. Genius Party, or Adventures in Low Fidelity?
Remember back in the 50s when they'd record like Elvis singing YOU AIN'T NOTHIN BUT A HOUND DOG and then they'd turn the record over and reverse it and it was all NYERP NYERP NYERP NYERP NYERP and people were all like, "That is actually the voice of Satan coming from that song."
JZ: I hope so. Hang in there!
Lazuli: I prefer Adventures in Low Fidelity. Somehow, it has a better ring to it.
Argh, fuck my life, I have to do emergency electrical work now. The breaker to.my brother's room failed, which means I have to swap the fucking thing RIGHT TJIS MOTHERFUCKING MINUTE because fucking people can't live Wirhout their motherfuvking internet.
I HATE working on that breaker box. If I had the money I'd replace the whole fucking thing, as I'm pretty sure the damn thing is original.
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
1972. The breakers are Cutler-Hammer CH, but even they have limits. This will be the second failed breaker we've had to replace so far. Still, 40 years ain't bad.
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
So in thinking about the age of Lee's house it occurs to me that my family will likely be moving from our house built in 1999 to a house built in the mid-1950s. I wonder how subtly different certain aspects will be.
Remember back in the 50s when they'd record like Elvis singing YOU AIN'T NOTHIN BUT A HOUND DOG and then they'd turn the record over and reverse it and it was all NYERP NYERP NYERP NYERP NYERP and people were all like, "That is actually the voice of Satan coming from that song."
I think the youngest house I've ever lived in was built in the mid-1950s.
Remember back in the 50s when they'd record like Elvis singing YOU AIN'T NOTHIN BUT A HOUND DOG and then they'd turn the record over and reverse it and it was all NYERP NYERP NYERP NYERP NYERP and people were all like, "That is actually the voice of Satan coming from that song."
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Forest: But dead fish smells bad
Irene: I'm doing meh
Tre: Ah, sick? I can relate.
Hope you get better, man.
So. Out of curiosity. Since The Beet Tape actually seemed to have a pretty good reception both here and elsewhere, I'm gonna dive right in to my next project.
I've got a concept already, but I have a question. Which do you guys like better as a title. Genius Party, or Adventures in Low Fidelity?
Gator: Bleh. Yeah, we're gonna try. It just feels jarring to me to be this unhappy about it. I'll be okay though.
That's cool, squid. You're not obligated or anything. :P
I'm just surprised at the positive response it's gotten. Most people are ambivalent to my music at best and hate it at worst.
I HATE working on that breaker box. If I had the money I'd replace the whole fucking thing, as I'm pretty sure the damn thing is original.
That was okay.
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my house dates to the 1940s.
An old guy lived in it before us.