Have you ever woken up so early you try to reason with your alarm clock? This morning i had to wake up at 5:30 to pick a friend up at 6:00 to take her to the airport. I of course stayed up way to late (about 2:30 or so). Shortly after I closed my eyes my alarm goes off, violently. As i fumble with the phone to turn it off i find my self mumbling at my phone; "Oh come on, FIVE THIRTY, who needs to be up that early. 10 more minutes come on man!". I finally manage to hit the snooze and then do possibly the worst thing you can do after waking up to deal with your alarm. I lay back down and try to go back to sleep.

I presume most of you internet types have done this, because when your alarm goes off those 10 minutes are precious. The only reason that you feel so tired is because you didn't get those last couple minutes of sleep. It has nothing to do with the late night bender, or extracurricular activities, or the fact that you got 2 hours of sleep. If you only had ten more minutes right? WRONG. Those ten minutes are the fine print of waking up. Sure you can go back to sleep for ten minutes, because who wants to get up when you could go back to sleep right? Well if you get up you could potentially be done with a shower, or at least in the shower, which makes things substantially better. But no, you chose to sleep more, so lay your head down for those ten minutes. But you cant just fall back to sleep right away can you? No that takes time, damn now you've wasted two minutes thinking about how you cant fall back asleep right away. so you do everything possible and think you fall asleep, then you think you overslept, and look at the clock. Nope two more minutes left, and now you try to wring all the sleep out of those two minutes you possibly can. But lets be serious, unless im being tapped on the shoulder right now.... which my future self hasn't done, meaning i most likely haven't designed a time machine, then those two minutes are still two minutes. Ya just looked, no future me, so you are now fighting with you alarm clock pleading for more time. But your alarm clock cant help you, it is just the cruel cold uncaring enforcer of the laws of time; And alas those laws say you need to drag your ass out of bed and take that shower, which you would have been done with by now had you not of taken those last 10 minutes of guilt laced panic inducing sleep.

Quick post just to vent about how excited i am about my most recent purchase.

I have recently acquired a HiFiMan EF2A DAC/Vaccum tube amp, and it is amazing. My ears are in heaven, and after digging up some lossless encoded songs (which I never got alot of because I never noticed a difference) I realized how much detail and clarity is lossed on modern MP3. It is seriously mindboggling how much more there is to some music.

Updated with Russian Voshkod 6ZH1P - EV Tubes [ 6Ж1П-ЕВ ]

Best thing my ears have ever heard [ . ] 

Ya know whats crazy?

Ya know what’s crazy? The elderly. Most of us dismiss our elders as old windbags who slow us down; when our predecessors had it right. Sure they might smell funny and be slow. But they have so much knowledge, and so many stories. I mean, I cannot fathom having lived for almost a century. To have been born at a time when Cars were newfangled devices, and live to see the day when cars were a necessity (for us Americans’ it seems anyways) and you could talk to someone face to face around the globe, or even in outer space. It boggles the mind to think of how many good stories there are rattling around in their heads. Just imagine what they have seen in done in 70, 80 or even 100 years. It’s mind-blowing to thing of all the changes they have seen, to watch the world around them evolve and grow into this vast interconnected world we live in today. Imagine a time where you didn’t text someone when you were getting ready to leave, right before you left, when you left, when you got stuck in traffic, when the traffic started moving again, when you got off the highway,. When you were almost there, when you parked, and when you were outside their door. Imagine just, meeting people, or waiting for them. What a quiet and much more relaxing pace that must have been. To take your lunch break and actually take a break; not be inundated with emails and phone calls from work since really you never left work, you just have a very mobile office.

So next time you talk to your parents or grandparents, or that nice old lady crossing the street, take the time to have a quick chat or tell them how appreciated they are or even just that their hat looks nice. 

So it’s been a little bit since I’ve posted. I know I’m a bad bad man. Sorry to those two people who have checked out the blog!

How about some art to make up for it?

 Here’s the first sketch I did as an idea for the banner. I imagined the guy on the left with a speech bubble saying something along the lines of "so.... every met a bicorn?" or "So... too hip for antlers?" Since of course unicorns are the hipsters of the Equidae family. Or anorexic Rhinos, whatever. They are freaking cool.
Anyways sorry for the delay in updates! I have a review coming of between the Nexus 4 and the S3 and some sort of holiday goodness.


Until I get the review sorted out, enjoy the horrific attempt at drawing and stay tuned (or ya know check back, don’t hit f5 constantly until there is an update, poor guy gets beat up all the time).


***Note***
Not sure whats up with the formatting on the last half. I blame word. 

Cover Friday!

I don't like to assume things about things. But I will presume that if you’re wandering around wantonly reading blogs that you are at least somewhat experienced in the ways of the internet. So you all know that when you tell yourself "Oh i’ll just watch this one video someone linked me on youtube.", its never just one video. Youtube is like pringles, but without the delicious un-greasy chips... or any popping. Anyways I was sitting on teamspeak chatting with the guys from Afro Clan when I decided I wanted to hear a song I had been shown earlier in the day. The video is pretty amusing since it is an acoustic cover of a rap song, which sounds even worse when slowed down.




Now that led me through a long string of covers and random stuff. I eventually stumbled back on a cover done by a group of what I'm guessing are music majors, or maybe just some kids who like music alot. But they have a winning combination of vocals, production, and shock value. It looks like they have done some covers of a handful of rap songs for some shock value and to bring their work to a more mainstream audience. The main Producer type guy's name is Jackson Foote, and he works with a few other people. I think what makes the covers so popular is the innocent sweet looking girl [ Eden Neville, who could probably never pay for food again if she accepted all the dinner offers the internet has given her ] saying this like "sweat drips from my balls", or "i got your grandma on my dick". Its both hysterical and actually very well done.

So without further ado, white kids singing rap songs:

And this part made me short of breath from laughter. Clap Clap Clap Clap make that ASSSSSSS clap.

So hopefully i have instigated a new and exciting YouTube journey. Please let me know if you find anything interesting, so i can start my own new and exciting YouTube vacation!




**Update**


It has come to my attention that not everyone has listened to all the rappy things in music, so im going to post another cover, but first the original song:

and now the White kids rapping cover:

***Update 2**

Apparently this is Musical Cover Friday (also im bored at work Frieda) so here's another one. This is done by a Group Pentatonix, they are a more 'official' group, with tours and cds even.

This prompted one of my many "Best Idea Ever" Moments.  I should pick up singing again, i mean i did what... like 4 years of choir in back in grade school. I Know ill be awesome. This triggered a flash back to My freshman year of high school  when the grass was greener on my side of the fence, and i was ready to take on the world. I showed up to my first choir practice of the year, super excited since my voice had gotten noticeably deeper over the summer and i was convinced i could really belt out those bass lines with eye shaking verbosity. After a few warm ups and a quick run through of the first song of the year the choir teacher asks the bass section only to sing. Thinking to my self this is my big moment i take a deep breath, sit stand up and puff my chest out and belt out my part in all my deep voiced glory. My teacher asks me to i could sing the bass 2 part. "HAHAHA! I sing so well i need to sing bass 2! that's like 10000x better then bass 1. No one else can sing this!" I think to myself. Of course ill sing bass 2. It'll be GREAT! So we sing through again, with me not really singing since there is no bass 2 part. I ask about this. and i'm told that the bass 2 part is the bass 1 part sung an octave lower. "OH! Ok  i got this" i think to myself. We run through again and i realize im singing so low that i can barely hear myself over everyone else, let alone the audience hearing me. After that time around i raise my hand to ask another question. The teacher calls upon me with a deep reluctant sigh. "Do we have collar mics or something, because i don't think anyone can hear me singing bass 2.". She looks me dead in the eyes and says "I know." and returns to instructing the class.

So that coupled with the fact that i turn my radio up further when i'm singing in the car so i don't actually hear myself singing pretty much shot that idea down. 

FIRST! Also... lunch!

Dear Internetians,

I warmly welcome you to the humble beginnings of yet another geek’s blog. I have thought about making a blog many times over my extensive internet career, but have not actually taken the proverbial plunge. Because seriously what would I say? Who would read it? Well we are about to find out. As to what I will say; all the things. From musings and pet peeves to technology I find interesting or despise. I shall indeed talk about all the things.  I have no real layout planned and intend on just seeing where things go. I do plan on trying to illustrate some of my posts, maybe even in a manner which you lovely people can understand.

For the inaugural post I think I will start off with a little bit of a rant, and some first world problems.



Eating is difficult. Not the physical chewing, although that has its own perils which i’ll get to later. On an average day I spend a solid 3 hours on lunch. Seems like a ton of time doesn't it? Well lunch time usually starts around [10:30]. Co-Worker will instigate the lunch routine, usually with a GChat message, sometimes a text. An innocent "What's for lunch?" will instigate a rapid fire exchange of ideas. I am a very amicable person; I also happen to be pretty open to what I eat (as long as its not seafood- yuck), so I tend to let other people pick. My co-worker, Will, is a very laid back person as well and of course retorts "Whatever man.". We usually then bicker about how we are both very hungry. [11:07] I suggest the list of usual places. But they are the usual places because we always eat there. So no, we need something new, something UNIQUE AND EXCITING. So I fire up the Google machine and start scouring the area for local mom and pops, dives, and other hidden gems. [11:46] I usually find a couple I think might be good. I broach them, but turns out "Mac's Greasy Ass Chili Bowl" isn't a great sounding restaurant; neither is anything with the word "DAWG" in its title. We come back to the original list of luncheon locales. After another 15 or 20 minutes we settle on a restaurant. [12:15] We meet outside, and bicker over who is driving for a few minutes. My stomach warns me that if I don't just give in it's going to start sacrificing other organs. So I cave and give up the driving privilege. As we approach the car I hear the sound of running feet and someone yelling "HEY GUYS YOU GOING TO LUNCH?!" but being the social ass-hat, pretend I didn't hear and try to run to the car without LOOKING like I'm running to the car. Whilst cohort number 1 yells back "Yup we're going to [Restaurant that has been arduously chosen through intense rigorous scientific discourse] you wanna come?".  Cohort number 2 of course response "Well I'm not really in the mood for [Restaurant that has been arduously chosen through intense and rigorous scientific discourse], what else could we do?" I Repress the urge to hulk smash things, and try to explain that:



But alas I am not communicating properly, or ... something. At this point I'm starting to lose consciousness from my ravenous hungry eating my brain. [13:something] I don't know where I am, or what I'm doing, but there is a menu and I realize I have finally accomplished my goal. Lunch is ordered.