I keep writing, erasing and rewriting a toast in my head for my daughters wedding. When push comes to shove I’ll probably just wing it; a rehearsed toast sounds like a speech, and, no matter how good you it’s vaguely insulting. The other side of that coin is the person who rambles on forever not quite getting to the good part while everybody is holding up their glasses and cursing under their breath. I don’t mean “fuck you, just drink” type of cursing, I mean “May you rot in hell, may your food lose all favor, may you get laid off and contract a flesh eating disease …” that kind of curse.
I’m not using my head for anything else, so, except for the inter-cranial chalk dust from the eraser, there’s no harm or foul. Like speechs my toasts, so far, are dependent on people laughing, I mean for pace, I have never spoke to a group without knowing I could completely bomb. Tangent; it’s a lot easier doing someone elses material than your own and easier by far doing something within time parameters like a play or emergency instructions where audience participation is wholly ignored. Otherwise pace and timing is everything. Another good reason not to have a canned toast no matter how pretty the can is. Organic pace doesn’t have to be on the downbeat.
I did something that I never imagined I’d do and if you had bet me twenty years and we had put the bet the bet in an interest accruing account … shit, that sentence got away from me. I actually paid for a month of napster. Yeah, I know right? I didn’t think they were around anymore either. I have some really good justifications, some so good in fact that I can’t type them out loud, others just mundane, like, for example, something something about going around and coming around and blah blah blah. I found some new things and some old things that I haven’t heard in a long time, and I have at least two discs full of stuff that isn’t usually in a rig of mine, or, has never been, or, hasn’t been in a rig of mine this millennium. Like Stealin’ from Uriah heap or that one cream song that you feel bad about forgetting about because you love it (it’s always a different song). I hate to admit it but whatever engine napster/rhapsody uses for divining your taste has really improved. They found some shit I really like and three degrees of abstract separation from what I’d been searching.
I’m not entirely sure why the new/old napster/rhapsody refuses to tell citizens how to remove the DRM (the code that makes the wmv proprietary)— I’m guessing they lose people all the time from that. I can guess that the big law suit back in the nineties might make them a bit gun shy, but it’s not like it’s illegal to remove the DRM. Maybe it’s a gray area for them not to put the drm on with some modicum of good faith. It’s a bit of a pain in the ass, I mean it takes an extra step which wouldn’t be so bad if one’s drives and brain were better organized (although how would I know, right?) and it’s not like it’s a big secret or gray area for the consumer. It’s parsing things pretty fucking slim though to say the music bought and paid for can only be used in a particular way. I mean that’s why I never owned an ipod; fucking itunes took like three steps to get around making it easier just to buy their shit.
Huh. I had such good intentions when I sat to type. Ok, so, maybe not, but I didn’t have bad intentions. Um, Hi! How’re you? What’s shaking? How they hanging? No shaking and hanging in this direction please! Oh Em Gee! Hi!
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