Author: Karel Kerezman

  • Shelf Spacing

    While Kylanath and I were out and about yesterday we picked up a set of shelves for her (“What do you get the girl who loves books?”) and a set of shelves for me. Thankfully Ikea now offers $20 65-pound-capable handcarts for those of us who take the MAX to and fro.

    Tonight I assembled my set of shelves…

    …and filled them full within five minutes of assembly. The new one’s on the left. Sadly, the ducks on the right are just for show: I have another box of books to unpack. Eventually I won’t have any books remaining in boxes, they’ll all be shelved! I figure that’ll be about five minutes before I found out I’m moving again, but hey, whatever.

  • The Fifth Sense

    Usually, I can’t smell much of anything.

    I’m not entirely certain why, but it’s a fact I’ve grown to live with. Of course, if something is particularly powerful, it gets through. Too bad that of the strongest odors are actually unpleasant, eh?

    Today is different for some reason. I woke up being able to smell all kinds of things; that ability has remained with me all day long. Now, had this been a weekend I’d have enjoyed this more. Going to work was already unappealing, never mind that my nose and I would be stuck in an office all day long.

    Yes, folks, this is what counts for nose news in my world lately…

  • 2264

    $2264.

    That’s the difference in my gross income between 2008 and 2009.

    Negative difference.

    At least I have a job, yes, I know. But.

  • Stick a fork in me.

    I was going to be posting more often, I really was. And then work came along and got insanely busy.

    It’s kicking my ass, no kidding. I end my workday with barely enough coherence and/or energy to accomplish anything. I’m barely getting comics up in time (compare to my previous standard of being at least one comic ahead at all times). I’m not doing much of anything anymore.

    We need to either get less busy at work or hire someone. At this rate I’m going to achieve total burnout by my birthday. Well beforehand, actually.

  • Clear Your Cache!

    I couldn’t just send out an all-staff email to say, “Hey, I upgraded ConnectWise, you need to clear your cache before signing in, like usual.” Oh, no. Nothing so… mundane.

    No, I sent this email instead:

    With apologies to Howard Ashman

    Clear your cache! Clear your cache!
    Lest your PC you will crash.
    “Try new features,” say the preachers,
    “You’ll be working in a flash.”
    Saving tabs up for grabs,
    We’ve enhancements by the slabs.
    With new trickses and bug fixes,
    Here and there in dribs and drabs.
    So now it’s time for bed;
    This song’s been killed quite dead,
    But clear your cache!
    Clear your cache!
    Clear your cache!

    and that’s about all of “Be Our Guest” that I feel like butchering, late on a Tuesday evening.

    Thank you, and good night.

    Am I a weirdo, or what?

  • They Grew On Me

    As I listen to Midnight Oil’s Redneck Wonderland album through (chosen to be the background music while I work on a software upgrade… yes, at 9:30pm…) I realize that back when I first picked up the CD, I didn’t actually like it very much. I thought it was too rough, too hard, too different from the Oils’ sound of the previous several albums.

    Now, however, I think of it as among their strongest work. It’s still as musically dense as I like things, but it has more vim and vigor than the softer, twangier material they’d been putting out for a while there. Really, if Diesel and Dust is the only Midnight Oil album you own and you’re wondering what else to pick up, you could do far worse than RW. (Uh, avoid Capricornia, though. Subsequent listening sessions have not endeared that record to my ears.)

    What other albums sound better now than when I first listened to them?

    Duran Duran’s Astronaut, most assuredly. I wrote a pretentious, faint-praise lump of a review back when the album came out (and there’s a reason I don’t do those anymore), and after those initial few full-record sessions I determined that the first four tracks were all that was worthwhile, there.

    Oh, how wrong! “Nice,” “Finest Hour,” “Taste the Summer.” I’d put those up against anything Duran Duran have done before or since, never mind those first four cuts (which I still love). Even “Chains” is a fairly decent little piece. Mind you, I’m still not overly fond of “Bedroom Toys” or “Still Breathing,” but to have written off the entire back two-thirds of the album? What the hell was I thinking? What was wrong with my head? Wow.

    I only have the one album from Filter but somehow, some time over the last few years Title Of Record went from being “that record with ‘Take A Picture’ on it” to “this is one of the best rock albums I’ve ever heard.” No, I’m not kidding. I don’t love every song unreservedly, but there’s not a track on there that I’ll skip under any circumstances (random playlist action, playing the album through, whatever). “It’s Gonna Kill Me,” “I Will Lead You,” “Skinny,” the nearly eight minutes of “Welcome To The Fold” to start things off… yeah. Great damned album.

    So, if anyone’s still with me after all this time: What albums started out “meh” and grew on you to the point of being all-time favorites now?