Who’s on top?

Thanks go to Kthor for pointing this out on POE-NEWS.

very funny indeed

-j

ho hum.

It’s Sunday morning. I have a coffee in my hand (well on my desk), and I BBC iPlayer on in the background. At the moment, I’m watching Nick Hewar going from Turkey to Kazakhstan on my SHITTY INTERNET CONNECTION. I’m slightly addicted to any and all travel shows at the moment.

Work is progressing on some of the new pieces I’ve been playing around with. I’m kind of at an impasse with the piano miniatures, as I’d forgotten that I actually don’t like the piano very much. It’s a nice enough instrument, I suppose, but I’m just not feeling it right now. Too mechanical….Too clunky.

By the way, the woman Nick is travelling with is a fucking nightmare.

-j

Nice one. After years of searching I’ve finally found a way of getting my Sibelius scores working again. I brought them in this morning and loaded them up – what a blast from the past.

I always liked looking back on old works and seeing how they stacked up. It’s interesting to deconstruct the pieces again – I should be familiar with how I wrote them but, to be honest, I was at a loss for a few of them. I remember them at a high level, but trying to figure out how I came to the material choices has been a lot of fun.

I’ll upload a couple of them here at some point. Once I’ve figured out how to do that, of course.

-j

Now that I have internet again (and can breathe) I settled down to catch up with my daily dose of Jon Stewart, only to be denied.

It turns out that, within the space of me moving flat and setting up my new broadband account, TDS has decided to block the UK web users from watching clips on their site.

Fuck you.

What’s the point of that? Us ex-pats have to suffer because we moved? I missed the part where people paid to see comedy central’s website.

It’s not Jon’s fault, but TDS has just gone down in my opinion.

-j

(ps. fuck you)

I’m sick of moving. Sick of it.

But, as always, I seem to have landed on my feet again.

This time I’ve made the shortest move of my life – from the third floor to the second floor. Same flat layout. Same room. Different floor (and flatmate).

My new flatmate is Mark. He’s a painter and decorator from Manchester. Excellent chap.

And I have broadband again, so I’ll try to keep this up to date.

-j