Well, it’s been a while since the last one — I’ve been busy. Work here, writing there, and a schedule that I let run rampant. More recently, I’ve gotten a handle on that, and the necessity of days off (which I had begun to neglect — but a month without any days off will really make you miserable). So I now have Sundays all to myself, and I take early Fridays.
But enough of that! Let’s go to woik1. And instead of being utterly random, the first song’s here for a reason.
It crossed my mind recently that, while generations of parents and kids have been growing up and hating each other’s music, the generation that my parents and I straddle seems to have rejected that model. I like a lot of the music that my parents grew up with, and they, in turn, seem to find things in our generation that they like, too. My working theory is that this is because the music that WE listen to has evolved from the music THEY listened to — you need the Stones and Led Zeppelin to get to Black Sabbath, Sabbath to get Iron Maiden and Metallica, and so forth. So in the end, there’s a lot of commonality2 — the sounds change, but the fundamentals of the rhythms and the instruments being used remain similar, if not exactly the same.
However, we come to Moskau. I was introduced to Rammstein by my wife, who loved some of what they’d done. I, in turn, introduced it to my Dad, with the expectation that he wouldn’t like this loud, growly stuff. Instead, he embraced it as exactly what German metal should sound like — and this is one of the songs he’s mentioned as a favourite. So enjoy.
So, there we have it — a song that my Dad likes, which I also like. It turns out there are bloody loads of them. However, let’s move on to other things now.
For a while after the previous post, our cat took to hunting for acorns. It was a daily affair, and she was having the most fun with it, bringing the acorns inside proudly, as if they were prey she’d caught (she also did the same thing with a succession of hissing beetles once). However, the whole episode was interrupted by…
Which meant we had Strange Men in the house, which broke up her game’s rhythm and ruined her fun — she’s not picked up a single acorn since. However, after some sanding and blasting of things, the landlord and I painted up the deck fence, and now it’s all nice and white again. Which sounds great, but it won’t last — the point of the paint is not just to look good, but also to protect the wood from the snow, which will ultimately eat away at the paint again until this needs to be repeated.
Ah, yes, the wonders of NaNo! It kicked off again yesterday, and I’ve made a solid start. I’m not always a fan of the NaNo approach, whereby you hit your word-count goals at the cost of actually writing something worth a damn (by such means as padding with lists, lyrics, and random musing), as I try to write something I’ll be happy to have written — but I do like the way that it’ll nudge you to try and write on a daily basis. I’m pairing it this year with the Mando Method, suggested by Armand Rosamilia, though I’m not sticking to it like glue — it’s a good way to work writing in around a busy work-day, though.
Wait, the Mando Method? What’s that?
Oh, yeah. It’s basically writing in fifteen-minute bursts only, rather than longer, dedicated writing sessions. I’m mixing and matching between the two for now.
That’s not all that exciting.
No, I know, but it did need explaining. Let’s drop this and get onto something else.
Ah, that wondrous thing that hath trudged into view — everyone’s having a bit of a mixed experience with this one, which is essentially everyone’s experience ever with almost any version of first-out-the-door Windows (with Windows ME being king amongst these). For myself, I updated during a quiet spell, and since then I’ve been letting it run — so far, it’s not bad from what I’m seeing. Much quicker to start on both my PC and my wife’s, and although some of the features I’m used to aren’t available any more (why can’t I change default parameters for programs I’ve pinned to start?), I’m working around it, and getting used to the New Thing.
But people do have problems, and they don’t always come up right away — so for the time being, I just have my fingers crossed…
And lastly: one more of those musical things!
Because it’s NaNoWriMo this month, and because I’m on with it again, I’m listening to a lot of instrumental tracks. I’ve teased a couple of these in the past — Airmech by Front Line Assembly most recently, and Flying High by Samael before. But this is another taken from the list, a short instrumental by The Birthday Massacre that reminds me a little of Blade Runner.
1. It’s a Reservoir Dogs thing.
2. The commonality is probably challenged by Death Metal — but there’ll always be exceptions, right?