Okay I know the Bowie Ziggy Mofi from 81 gets some shade from angry old Hoffmanites but holy hell it sounds so good.
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Dear 2021, fuck you. You do not come for The Odenkirk.
Olympic show open broadcast tonight was so totally chaotic that myself and 2 other crew members who all quit smoking, went out and bought a pack on our break just so we could stand outside and smoke and be mad for like five minutes. It was necessary.
My brain isn't working anymore this week. Not sure how I'm going to get through the next two nights of broadcasts. I am fried.
Olympic Broadcast Day 3 in the books.
Brain is officially mush.
Thank God there's only...
-checks notes-
13 more days of this.
-walks into lake-
Dog #2 has learned how to get out of our backyard. The only way out of our backyard is to climb over a six foot wooden fence. The dog has learned to climb over the six foot wooden fence.
What the actual fuck.
Olympic Broadcast Day One
2 am, still on air
Only 98 km's to go in road race
Oh god why
I have to go through rapid Covid testing at work every day. Which means we have to wait for fifteen minutes in a little cubical before we can actually enter the studios. I have decided that I very much appreciate the 15 minutes of forced quiet contemplation before entering the studio. I think the 15 minute wait should be mandatory.
Sitting at work waiting to start the Olympics broadcast, they gave me a Tokyo 2020 lanyard with my name and job and picture on it. I'm not sure why but I care a great deal for this lanyard, it's my favorite new thing. I think I have issues...
My morning was going just fine, and then I accidentally discovered that someone just released a cover of "Get What You Give" from the New Radicals, which is top five on my "Most Insipid Songs Ever" list. Day completely ruined.
Well, I knew this day would come, but I still wasn't ready... just saw a tv ad that used ODBs "Got Ya Money (Hey Dirty)" to sell washing machines.
I think that's officially it for us as a species...
Time to hang'em up humanity.
You guys, I went to a record store. Like INSIDE a record store. And I discovered that I already own everything and didn't need a thing. HAHAHAHA GUESS WHICH PART OF THIS STATEMENT ISN'T TRUE.
It is time my friends... time for... THE CULLING...
...of records. Not whatever it was you were thinking. Freakshow.
Me: "I'm so sick of noisy pressings. Everytime I get to a quiet passage of music I feel actual palpable fear."
Also me: -buys a 3 LP set of Japanese ambient music that is pretty much 130 minutes of silence with the occasional synth note-
If I buy one more $45+ album that arrives in the cheapest sandpaper inner sleeves I'm gunna likely continue to buy $45+ albums and impotently complain when they arrive in the cheapest sandpaper inner sleeves.
Got my radon test results back and they weren't just a giant radiation symbol with the words "IMMEDIATELY VACATE YOUR DOMICILE" emblazoned on the front of it so I'm pretty stoked about that...
Oh no, oh no I just found Meow The Jewels mint unopened and it's the only one I'm missing. It's a goddamn record of cat sounds. But it fucking slaps. Oh no... no no no no no.... yes
All of the zombies in Army of The Dead look like understudies from a rejected broadway musical. I've never seen so much gleeful bounding in my life. They must have hired every unemployed dancer in LA for this. I'm also assuming they wrote the screenplay because holy hell this is 3 hours too long.
Okay so look, I try not to induce FOMO. But seriously, this Mofi 45 Nilsson Schmilsson is just bonkers. It's absolutely incredible.
This is hilarious.
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