They’re not from Earth?

This probably isn’t the first time I’ve said this, and probably won’t be the last, but I do pretty much all of my ‘blogging’ via Twitter these days (a quick look shows it’s been two whole months since I last said that!).

It’s a slow night at work though, you see - the evenings usually are. Been a while since I did evenings, and it’s good to see nothing much has changed. Thank fuck the boss is back though - things around here have been a little… tense, let’s say. Won’t go into it here, but.

One of the news directors has loaned me the first three seasons of Battlestar Galactica on DVD - it’s a show I’ve always heard was good, but I realised early on it wouldn’t be a show to dip into, or take on without serious consideration. I mean, I’m on my third (for some episodes, fourth or fifth) Lost watchthrough. It’s almost like work - if work was totally awesome. But my point is, it’s not exactly Friends.

Took me a while to get started - the show dumps you straight in, but after a few false starts I think momentum will get me through the first season at least pretty quickly. It’s pretty damn good, and I’m glad I’ve managed to avoid spoilers all these years.

In other unimportant happenings, I’ve had to make the ‘loud’ version of the album free to download at any quality, not just 128k mp3. Bandcamp (the host) simplified their sales policy, so you can’t sell low quality versions at a cheaper rate. Their justification was that it just doesn’t work, which is fair enough. Still, with two versions of the record on sale - one sonically superior - I think it’s no harm done really. Not like I expected to make any money from it, ha ha! The $60 I did make from the Fark greenlight was awesome enough.

I make music for the satisfaction of it - to me, if no one else, it has inherent value. Maybe one day I’ll be discovered, probably after I’m dead. Pfft. Stupid death.

Anyway, work happening.

Mirrored from Radio Over Moscow.