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pough's pointless weblog: November 2013

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Monday, November 11, 2013. The Real Zombie Metaphor. Everyone is wrong about zombie metaphors. They shuffle exhaustedly. Their eyes are dull and empty. They're falling to pieces. Their lives are gone but they're forced to carry on. They're creepily obsessed with consuming the organ of experience of those still alive. Zombies are a metaphor for parenthood. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). The Real Zombie Metaphor. View my complete profile.

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pough's pointless weblog: A Guide to Recording as a Parent With Small Child

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Thursday, February 14, 2013. A Guide to Recording as a Parent With Small Child. Here are my steps to recording music when you're the parent of a small child:. Come up with a great riff and melody. Start to record it. Realize your child is doing something enormously stupid. Come back six or seven hours later. Realize you've recorded the bass line and forgotten the melody. Hey, I didn't say it was steps to successful. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). A Guide to Recording as a Parent With Small Child.

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pough's pointless weblog: The Real Zombie Metaphor

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Monday, November 11, 2013. The Real Zombie Metaphor. Everyone is wrong about zombie metaphors. They shuffle exhaustedly. Their eyes are dull and empty. They're falling to pieces. Their lives are gone but they're forced to carry on. They're creepily obsessed with consuming the organ of experience of those still alive. Zombies are a metaphor for parenthood. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The Real Zombie Metaphor. View my complete profile.

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pough's pointless weblog: November 2011

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Monday, November 7, 2011. Nightmares and Other Odd Dreams. Last night I had that same old dream. It rocked me in my sleep. It left me with the impression. That the sandman plays for keeps. I woke up, terrified, as the axe blade started to bite into my neck. Wednesday, November 2, 2011. Strings Sample Library Group Buy. Those of you who like to record or compose music on your computers are probably aware of Kontakt. And right now (until November 25th, 2011) they have a special group buy deal. 21165 $199&#...

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pough's pointless weblog: An Odd Remembrance

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Monday, November 19, 2012. Heard something inappropriately funny on Remembrance Day, so I've waited a few weeks to write it down. That's not a day usually reserved for inappropriate or funny. It went something like this:. If ye break faith with us who die. We shall not sleep, though poppies grow. Doo doot da doo! Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile.

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pough's pointless weblog: A Case of Legitimate Incredulity

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Tuesday, August 28, 2012. A Case of Legitimate Incredulity. There's been an awful lot of digit ink spilled over the comments of some random old politician. I'd never heard of before. I had no intention of spilling any more. But. There's a Japanese world news program. That my wife and I like to watch in the mornings. She likes it because it's a very good program. I like it because the man announcer's head is shaped exactly like an egg and that amuses me. Seriously: what the f*ck? Not Nearly Enough Junk.

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pough's pointless weblog: March 2013

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Monday, March 4, 2013. 12 Years, Gone. I had twelve years. For some that may sound like a lot, but a parrot like my dearly departed Eutychus should live to be 25, give or take. Besides, how can that few ever possible be enough, let alone a lot? She was my baby. I raised her from when she still needed to be hand-fed. She was my first and only pet, although parrot folks might argue that the relationship tends to go the other way. I miss her so damn much. Now I'm greeted by silence and a covered, empty cage.

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pough's pointless weblog: January 2012

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Thursday, January 19, 2012. I have a memory of driving down Hemlock Street on my way downtown and seeing a small cafe claiming to be wicked and to have great waffles. Even more intriguing to me than its odd location - just a block away from somewhere yet decidedly nowhere - was that combination of wickedness and waffle. Thats not a combination you see every day. Well, unless you drive along Hemlock every day. Wednesday, January 11, 2012. The Poll of God. Heres a case in point. Sunday, January 8, 2012.

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pough's pointless weblog: February 2012

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Thursday, February 9, 2012. Letter to the Letter to the Editor. I was reading the Province newspaper. At my favourite soup and sandwich place. Today when I read a very interesting letter to the editor. Interesting in the negative sense of the word. Cartoonist Dan Murphy has every right to make fun of the Queen as a freeloader, with zero relevance to Canada. Perhaps China — a one-party dictatorship — is a better alternative? John Clench, Vancouver. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile.

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pough's pointless weblog: August 2012

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Tuesday, August 28, 2012. A Case of Legitimate Incredulity. There's been an awful lot of digit ink spilled over the comments of some random old politician. I'd never heard of before. I had no intention of spilling any more. But. There's a Japanese world news program. That my wife and I like to watch in the mornings. She likes it because it's a very good program. I like it because the man announcer's head is shaped exactly like an egg and that amuses me. Seriously: what the f*ck? Monday, August 27, 2012.