So for my first attempt at employment I wrote my resume in LaTeX and wrote a bash script to mailmerge that shit with some list I found online. (Late 90s).

“Human Resoces”. I mailed out 100 physical envelopes. I only got responses from guys who laughed at me.

It looked fantastic though.

So one time when I was playing crib with my father he had a fucking 28. When he flipped that last 5 up on my ass, sure, wrong suit but dream along you're never going to hit it... Man.

Miss ya dad.

Hello fellow Daves. youtu.be/8nvzEqsZIGo?...

Today I finally got my super fake Neumann u87 going. I mean. It says Tascam on it for some reason but the body is just a black copy.

I bought it to replace the guts with nerdlore but it sounds kinda good as is. Too bad my vocals are shit.

Does anybody here want to talk about building janky analog (and digital) music synthesizers out of bits and bobs that weren’t necessarily intended for that sort of thing?

I’m currently trying to build a VCO with some Russian vacuum tubes for example.

A gentle reminder:

It’s 100% off if you don’t buy it.

#BlackFriday

I’m not seeing enough cats here.

My interests:

- cheese

That is all.

So after a while of doing diy synth builds you get this sort of sexy email and actually look at the images lustily.

If you remember the good times you had with your departed loved ones rather than being sad they’re gone it’s still shit. But I imagine it’s better than just being bummed out about it.

Raise a glass of scotch to my dad today on his birthday if you like that sort of thing. He sure did.

He shouts “hello” into the void while unconcerned about the likelihood of receiving any response.

“How long will this last”, he ponders.

He has decided to post in the third person here for no good reason.