Thought Sausage

Saw Rambo tonight (cos I'm like, a masculine motherfucker). Fuckin' hell Grandpa Rambo just owns the fuck out of burma in this one. It's comical how excessively violent it is. Rambo Stallown's the fuck out of Jason Bourne, Neo and their ilk. Of course, the premise was entirely unbelievable and I don't think Sly's in any danger of winning Best Picture or Movie of the Year. Fun movie no less. Definitely not for the squeemish, as this basically makes Robocop I look like The Little Mermaid. Old people don't take shit...that much is obvious.

This weekend was typical irish mis-behavin. Nothing major. I did get everything sorted with the music rig. I finally got to where I got everything set up in a way that makes sense for my workflow. Small, centralized, and all based around guitar (you'll notice no synths around here...I program what I can't physically play, and my keyboardin'/piano skills are rudimentary at best).

Here's what the setup looks like now . Obviously I'm in no danger of impressing the folks on Analog Industries or anything, but fuck 'em...I never claimed to be rocking anything more than a project studio at best (and 'studio' is a big of a misnomer for what is essentially a rack with a bunch of shit on it). That 2u server in the middle is the roxbox I keep talking about. It's a champ (albeit a loud champ). I got barstools from in the kitchen which work, but sooner or later I gotta get down to the business of getting a really cool one for this rig. Maybe a custom Spokeeasy perch is in order ...SWEET