Tuesday, December 13, 2005

Bleh

The mic is a fiasco, it simply will not work with shoutcast.

Didn't get a chance to take it back today, not sure what to get or if I even want to get a different one. If he doesn't get up there later, it's too late with the crazy ass scheduling of the next week.

Worked on it for about 8 hours, it just won't work.

(more bleh inside) Show tomorrow? Unsure.

I can shoutcast anytime. The station rates aren't that bad, if I wanted to just have a place to hear myself that would be no problem. It was never about that. The only reason I'm into this and the person who was the reason I got into this no longer wants anything to do with it. And well, yah, that sucks. Definitely taken the fun out of it for me. It was never about getting myself heard.

I don't know. The mic has me beat, people have me discouraged. I was so very excited about this mic, like a child almost. Look, kittyn has a phallic new toy, speak into the penis, kittyn.

Everywhere I look I just see people so filled with animosity and bad juju this year, it's like none I've seen before. Walk outside the house and instead of smiles and good cheer it's growls and suspicious looks. I must be some sort of loser, I don't hate the world and I enjoy holidays and I even like to smile. This makes me boring. Hello, my name is Heatherlyn and I'm boring.

The monitor has a gradient. The top of the screen is darker than the bottom of the screen. Dan tells me this is an LCD thing. I'd plug the old CRT one back in but Gotard broke it last night.

I give in. For the moment the world's negativity has won. All I want to do is shred people and crawl into bed with the beasties and sleep through Christmas.

I don't get like this often.

I'm there now.