Crispy acoustic guitar

I posted this earlier, but it didn’t show up, for some reason. Let’s try again.

 

I was running through the ‘Net on a search for some antique lyrics when, as sometimes happens, I struck a richer vein than I’d expected. If you like acoustic guitar, you might check out some of the free mp3 songs here: http://imagination.org …can’t answer for your tastes, but I like ‘em.

of records and stick-shifts

“About twelve years ago… no. When I was about twelve years old… that was a little bit more than twelve years ago…”

That’s the opening of one of John Denver’s songs on his wonderful live album, An Evening with John Denver. I was missing this album, and asked my dear old Dad to check to see what the name of it was… once upon a time, it was this great big thing, a double-record set. These days, it’s a single CD… which kind of burns me. You see, in order to make it into a single CD, the record company cheerfully chopped out a few songs.

Oblivionation

I’m mildly addicted to Oblivion, again. It’s the fault of the add-on packs. It is. Not my fault, at all. No.

Oblivion would be the latest release in The Elder Scrolls, a D&D/RPG saga going back a decade or so, now. Daggerfall, Morrowind, Oblivion. I’ve loved them all, despite their faults. They are written by writers, not programmers… so they have a theme and a history, but they tend to crash a lot.

Words are my playpen

Have you ever wondered why we don’t get wool from wolves? I mean…

No? Is it just me?

Did you know that if a wolf has sex with a nectarine, you get a wolverine? You don’t get wool from those, either, but they’re furry, like peaches. Or puppies.

Why is it that rood rhymes with rued, but blood doesn’t rhyme with blued?

Moo Vista and Hot or Not

Tried MoO2 on Vista, tonight. That’s Master of Orion II, to you. The game was designed for Windows 95 but, it still rocks. Vista said, “can’t find DPLAY.DLL”. A search of the web turned up… one answer. Eek! But, it worked. You just need to copy DPLAYX.DLL to DPLAY.DLL, in your \Windows\System32 folder. The game seems to play as well as it did in XP — that is, with a few hitches where the mouse fails and you need to fall back on keyboard input. Otherwise, well enough.

That reminiscent smell

It rained, today. An odd enough thing, in Phoenix. I don’t mind it, much, because it doesn’t happen often. It’s not like drear Schenectady, whose looming doom-gray skies would make a Mordor Orc feel all too much at home, whose biting winds, this time of year, are yet making unattractive blue statues out of ignorant freshmen.

They went thataway

I walk a lot, these days. Call it an exercise program though, in this weather, it’s a sin not to be outdoors.

It’s a curious thing but, it seems that I get asked for directions every day I go outside. Do I look so much a native? Or, perhaps, I look like a fairly harmless older white guy. It’s a very multicultural city. I love that. I used to live on the middle west coast of Florida, where old white people went to die. It was an amazing phenomenon if you saw someone who wasn’t white or nearly dead… or, sometimes, their visiting children and grandchildren. It was soul-killing. Hideous. Monoculture.

Vistas and calculators

The disk defragmenter, in Vista, shows nothing at all, not even a progress bar. There’s a giant step backward for you. Whatever were they thinking?

My kitchen calculator was fading. It’s an old Radio Shack model, probably a relabeled Casio. Black, slim, elegant. A comfortable and pleasing design. I unscrewed the back to check the batteries. Two button cells. Fine.

PRINT “Hello world!”

Hello, indeed. I am starting with blog entries pulled from elsewhere. I will be posting here first, in the future. Y’all be welcome.