Aretha Franklin dismembering Sarah Brightman with a chainsaw

Yep, that's how I described the tone of my new guitar last night:

Epiphone SG

She's an Epiphone G400 SG, bought on a surprise budget spike. It's been some time since I last added a guitar to my collection, and this one is a goody. Two big humbuckers sitting at neck and bridge give it far more power and versatility than my previous electric, the also-pictured Squier Telecaster, which was bought, again, on more-or-less a whim when helping Chris choose a guitar.

I've had it since yesterday lunchtime, so haven't racked up a lot of playtime yet, but I have so far found it to be very playable, being slightly wider on the fretboard than the Tele (good for my big bass-player fingers) and with a nicer action. It likes pick playing, which will entail a slight change of style for me (I generally hand-strum, fingernails down, thumbnail up), but hey, I always carry a pick.

One downside: it's light-bodied and neck-heavy, so it won't sit on its strap in-balance like my Stingray or Jazz would. This again means a slight change in playing style, though I think if I get a nice thick leather strap for it, it'll slip less readily. It also sits more snugly into the body, with a narrower profile, so it sits lower when being played seated. These things, though, are minor.

Cosmetically speaking, it's the best looking guitar I've ever bought. This is not a statement I issue lightly. I think my two main basses are classically beautiful, but this is aesthetically superior in a very different way. The cherry finish is, also, the classic SG look. I like.

Now, I just need a fat strap and a hardcase and it's ready to go.

Top Tips for Sydney Drivers

I drive in one of the world's most stupidly laid-out cities. There's a big fucking harbour right down the middle, and hills, and rivers, and sloppily laid-out suburbs aplenty, coupled with a population that is both affluent and incredibly self-centred.

Good driving conditions this does not create.

In addition, we have governments and government agencies that, seemingly, have no fucking clue about traffic flow, bottlenecks or decent road maintenance, coupled with a vocal minority of residents who seem to believe that, while traffic flow is broken, we must UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES, change anything about the roads in their area.

This is awesome.

And the final straw loaded onto this camel of traffic fail?

Nobody has any fucking idea how to drive in traffic, putting the cherry of gridlock onto the giant cake of traffic snarl.

So here are some top tips on how you, the Sydney driver, can make things better.

1. Don't drive in rush hour

No, seriously. Don't do it. Rush hour these days starts just before 8am and doesn't end until after ten. If your job offers flex-time, USE IT. If not, try to take public transport. Seriously. But if you must drive, try some of these:

2. Learn to fucking merge and change lanes

When moving from one lane to the next, if you slow down when you're half way, you're blocking two lanes, not just one. Be decisive, signal clearly, be prepared to accelerate or brake and get from one lane to the other quickly. And check you fucking blind spot before you move.

3. Plan ahead

Firstly, know where the fuck you're going. Lost people are bad for traffic flow. If you don't have GPS, check google maps before you start. If you do have a GPS, check google maps before you start. Knowing where you're going is half the battle.

And when you're actually out there, plan your lane changes in plenty of time. If you're in the wrong lane, you're fucked, because someone like me who knows which lane he's meant to be in will not let you merge. I have a big car, and if you hit it, you'll be crushed, so just don't.

Finally, only change lanes if you really need to. If you abruptly change lanes in front of me, then decide you didn't want that lane after all, I am going to make a note of your registration number and call you a cunt on the internet. 

4. GET OFF THE FUCKING PHONE

Yes, I know this phone call is the most important thing in the entire city right now, but if you must take it while driving, get a fucking hands free kit. They're cheap

5. You don't need to read the newspaper while at a standstill in traffic

Seriously, the number of people I see reading the newspaper in queues (and while moving) is terrifying. WHY? Why can't you pricks just wait?

6. Stop being so fascinated with your brakes.

They're just applied physics, you don't need to keep using them as if you're amazed with this new wonder of technology. Seriously, if you brake needlessly in traffic, chances are the guy behind you will brake reflexively, Then the guy behind him will do the same. This sets up and effect called "Shockwave Traffic Jams". These jams can amplify and travel backwards from the original needless braker all the way back to bottlenecks, snarling the whole system. Likewise if you cut someone up and make them brake, the exact same phenomenon occurs. The answer? Drive smoothly and leave some space to the guy in front, but not so much space that the dickhead sales rep in the next lane thinks it's time to change lanes.

 

In summary: It's YOUR fault Sydney's traffic system is snarled. It's all down to your cut-up merchant ways and needless braking, and compulsive need to take phone calls while swerving from lane to lane indecisively and failing to accelerate into available space.

So fuck you. 

 

Wow, a rare technical blog entry

My current mobile phone is the Motorola Q9H, a nice little telephone with a full qwerty keyboard, a slimline back-pocket design and a decent, kinda-reliable feel. It does most things I need, such as Audio-over-bluetooth, mass storage driver, charge from USB, mobile internet and ActiveSync, and has a decent battery life.

One thing it couldn't do, though, is tethering.

Telstra's standard WinMo build for the Q9h does not include Internet Connection Sharing, and Telstra also don't publish details of how to configure the phone, and I haven't been able to flash it with a new build and still have all the other features I want working. So no plugging it into my laptop and using it as a high-speed wireless modem.

Until today, when I stumbled upon this entry on Chris Mohan's blog.

Turns out you just need some modem initialisation commands and a quick dial-up networking connection, and you're away. In case Chris's blog vanishes, the modem initialisation string is:

AT+CGDCONT=1,"IP","telstra.internet",""

and the dial-up access number is *99#

Epic win!

If you take the train to Woy Woy, this is what will happen

Look, I hate posting chat logs, but on this occasion, it's the best way. Chat logs from Lord Of The Rings Online:


[To Kinship] how was the new train, btw?
[Kinship] Farmerbob: ok
[Kinship] Farmerbob: other then being arrested
[To Kinship] ?
[Kinship] Farmerbob: fail
[Kinship] Farmerbob: haha
[To Kinship] bit of lag happening here
[Kinship] Farmerbob: some lady on the train didnt like my talking on my phone
[To Kinship] so you got arrested?
[To Kinship] what, did you kill her or something?
[Kinship] Farmerbob: she was a police officer
[To Kinship] @#$%&
[Kinship] Farmerbob: haha
[Kinship] Farmerbob: i was talking to my phone and the lady was @#$%&*!
[Kinship] Farmerbob: so i told my wife some @#$% wants me to stop talking on my phone
You looted 7 silver pieces and 9 copper coins.
[Kinship] Farmerbob: fail
[To Kinship] NICE
[Kinship] Farmerbob: so she flashed her badge and said stop talking or ill arrest you
[To Kinship] @#$% how is that legal?
[Kinship] Farmerbob: and i said ok
[Kinship] Farmerbob: it gets beter
You sense that a creature is nearby but hidden from your sight.
[Kinship] Farmerbob: i told my wife she went mental and said hows that legal
[Kinship] Farmerbob: so she called the cops
[To Kinship] FFS!
[To Kinship] complaint! BLOG IT!
[Kinship] Farmerbob: the cops said thats not legal
[To Kinship] POLICE STATE!!
[Kinship] Farmerbob: and asked for her badge number
[Kinship] Farmerbob: and her name
[To Kinship] hahahahahahahaha!!!
[Kinship] Farmerbob: she refused
[To Kinship] @#$%&*! hell
[Kinship] Farmerbob: before i would give her my details
[Kinship] Farmerbob: i said fail
[To Kinship] awesome
You have spotted a creature attempting to move stealthily about.
[Kinship] Farmerbob: so she ok if you wanna play games ill arrest you then give me your details
[Kinship] Farmerbob: so she did
[Kinship] Farmerbob: i said fail again and called the police
[To Kinship] this is completely @#$%&*! brilliant
[Kinship] Farmerbob: they said dont tell her @#$% will sort it out
The Moria Scout incapacitated you.
[Kinship] Farmerbob: she refused to get off the train at woywoy and the cops couldnt be assed to do anything else
[Kinship] Farmerbob: the end
[To Kinship] so dead, cause this story is too awesome to fight to
[To Kinship] that's @#$%&*! mental. did you get her name in the end?
You succumb to your wounds.
[Kinship] Farmerbob: nope
[Kinship] Farmerbob: nothing
[Kinship] Farmerbob: she just wanted my name
[Kinship] Sucamarto: so you were on the train for hoe long
[Kinship] Farmerbob: and threatend to arrest me
[Kinship] Farmerbob: but then just gave up
[Kinship] Farmerbob: it was mostly gay
[To Kinship] what a stupid faily @#$%&
[Kinship] Farmerbob: lol

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!

Almost Monday Musical Madness

Look, it's 9:35pm on a Sunday night, and I know I could have waited another couple of hours and actually got this in as a genuine MMM item, but, well, fuck. It's too good.

You see, it is possible to buy a cold-war era gas mask, and through the aplication of some simple technology, turn said gas mask into a giant, freakish, terrifying KAZOO.

So without further ado, I give you the Chemical Wartet playing Leonard Cohen's haunting "Hallelujah"

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