It’s still October.
Bene scribete.
Show ‘Em Your Claws
Programming audio for the NES is fun, so when I came across an emulator for the S-SMP (the SNES sound processor), I had to take a stab at Super Nintendo music as well.
I’m not very good at action/battle music. So, of course, I wrote an RPG battle theme.
Naturally, I went for something in the Final Fantasy vein. I probably could have done some further sample-rate/bit-depth reduction to make it sound more like it was coming from a real SNES DSP (the percussion’s a bit too crisp in particular), but this seemed to be an acceptable balance that hopefully still captures its distinct feel.
Bene scribete.
Have a Banana
Just screwing around with the new version of Procreate and Apple’s hilariously priced iPad stylus.
Bananas are just the best, you know?
Bene scribete.
Midnight Run
Got a neat little inverse-colored super-portable miniature MIDI keyboard to use with my laptop on a Labor Day sale, so I of course had to throw something together with it
Another go at an ’80s-noir synth vibe (but with a koto for some reason). Had a heck of a time getting it to sound O.K. streaming – pure sine waves amid a lot of ambiance is really hard to compress, apparently. Ended up uploading FLAC instead of MP3 this time, which helped a bit, but this piece seems a lot more dependent on physical speaker properties than most.
Bene scribete.
Write More
…is what I need to be doing. But then laziness and business (…and TV and video games) keep happening. What’s up with that?
Well, I guess I did write two screenplays this week…
I mean – they were for fifteen-second shorts. Let’s not get crazy, here.
Still. I guess that’s better than nothing…!
Bene scribete.
Bulbs and Whoops
Sorry for the lapse.
I haven’t had time to post.
So here’s a haiku?
Also, the last of the three CFL bulbs I had in my master bathroom died last night (with a nasty pop). Something started to small like burning electronics a while before and I didn’t realize what it was until the light burnt out. I was worried at first that it was coming from the vents, and the last thing I need is another episode of not being able to use air conditioning because of it flinging bad smells throughout the house.
Anyway, all three of these bulbs went out within the last three months or so (though the others didn’t scorch), so none of them even lasted three years (so many threes!). I thought these things were suppose to last longer than incandescent bulbs…
I replaced them with some LED ones I had on hand, which I guess are better anyway, but these particular CFLs were nice – 1600 lumen 6500K ones (very bright, super white). I’ll have to see if I can find LEDs in such a configuration.
Dang, I’m boring.
Bene vīvite.
That’s Why
A plastic dog came up to me.
He asked for five; I gave him three.
I guess that was all right, since he
Accepted that instead.A metal cat went up to you.
She asked for ten – what did you do?
I heard you only gave her two.
I guess that’s why you’re dead.
Bene scribete.
Super Normal
Just another normal day, shopping for Normal Things at Rosauers.
Oh, nothing to see here. Just a perfectly normal box of penne and ch–
…of…
…of…
…
…what in the unholy $%&# is chreese!?
I feel like whoever titled this product’s mouth melted in the midst of saying it, and no one bothered to question it. I mean, surely, they thought, surely, an actual human being, living here in this reality, speaking this very language, meant make the sound “chreese” on purpose.
That’d be normal, wouldn’t it?
Bene ēdite.
Eating Liquorice
Oh, it’s for eating? You mean…? Oh. Oh, no…
Well, at–at least it’s soft…!
Bene ēdite.
Any Way You Choose
Apparently, some time between my recent visit to Cold Stone and the last time before that, there was a period where they did not serve cookie dough as a topping. Which on one hand is a shame, since I pretty much always get cookie dough as a topping there (yes, yes, judge away), but on the other, could just mean that I have good timing when it comes to ice cream.
I almost took this seemingly reasonable and informative sign in stride until I noticed the hilariously unnecessary use of the word ‘ultimate’. It’s as though the sign-writer got most of the way through the sign before suddenly realizing that it was wasting the opportunity to remind everyone of how amazing and hardcore ice cream is, and so hurriedly applied an arbitrary buzzword to something mundane and called it a day.
So there I am, awkwardly cracking up in the ice cream line in a pretty ultimate way. You know how it is.
Bene ēdite.
Writin' Fish 