Extra stage
A few more clears from this afternoon.
10:
Make Me Your Own [a]
11:
Halfway of promise [a]
Harmony + Lovely [a]
Quantum Teleportation [a]
Second heaven [a]
It’s not productivity per se, but it sure feels like accomplishment. ![[WS]](/blog/media/end.gif)
Happy New Clears!
Since I haven’t received DJ Troopers yet, I gave myself the gift of brand new clears on Gold and DistorteD.
10s:
Get On Beat (Wild Style) [a] (I never thought I’d do this one; the key is LOW SPEED)
Jive Into The Night [a]
Kakumei [a] (Award for worst clear, only got a C)
Photongenic [a]
Roulette [a]
11s:
Gold Rush [a]
Laser cruster [h] (Finally!)
The Detonator [a]
TYPE MARS (G-Style Mix) [a]
Yup.
Week in review
Last weekend involved a trip down to Boston for the Jamie Lidell show at the Paradise. Beforehand, my companions and I dined at the most un-Newbury restaurant on Newbury, Shino. Truth told, I was grossed out by the heat blast greeting us as we walked toward the unappealing facade, but the food was up in quality. They make all their sushi with brown rice, which also grossed me out initially, but turned out to be a rather pleasant companion to the fish. Lidell took the stage on time and powered through a killer set dressed in what seemed to be the same outfit I saw him wearing two years ago, and with much of the same indefatigable energy and bravado. Most of the content was, predictably, from his recently released sophomore album, Jim, but he threw in a few gems from Multiply to round out the set, including a freakout rendition of the title track as the encore, visions of James Brown dancing in my head. I was glad to see that while he brought a band with him (God bless his horn player), he kept some of the knob-twiddling/beatboxing/synth-freaking solo elements of his shows past.
Sunday and Monday were spent in Providence with Rosie as a sort of early send-off. Tuesday morning she departs for Ulsan, South Korea, to spend a year teaching English to youths, and I couldn’t be happier for her. She’s been trying to get out of the country for some time now, and it’s finally come to pass. Sunday night we held a party in her honor involving many of her friends and fine food in a Mexican fiesta setting, replete with piñata. Monday was spent mostly being lazy, as it was hotter than balls and we didn’t get out of the house until later in the day, although we managed to perform a good-sized clothing cull.
Tuesday through Friday, work has been work. What’s to say? The Tea Ladies, a clique of some of the Dover’s most lunatic and incendiary women, were found to be smiling yesterday by my hand, a rare feat indeed. Our new manager is great. My composure meter is rising slowly but steadily, but I’m still neglecting my community sidework, as it were. My schedule could sadly not be altered for today and I’ll be (yet again) missing the Pride March in Boston. One of these years, before I get too old to walk maybe.
Fat, old Playstation 2 has been sitting unplugged since I returned from North Conway. My fingers have atrophied from a lack of IIDX, but I might be okay with it.
Domestic day
Spent the morning and afternoon laying around, playing video games, and checking stuff off the home-based projects list, mostly things centered around organization. Then it was on to errands, a little DDR, coffee, shopping. There were a couple of girls playing DDR when I arrived at the Hilltop Fun Suck Center, and I helped them figure out some of the options. I guess they always had someone else around to help them get where they wanted to be in the game; they weren’t all that bad, and one of them even played some standard. I think they were upset that I showed up to play, though. The machine crashed on my last selection, The Center of the Heart. Add that to the list of non-playables.
Last night, Courtney and I sat around watching the results of the NH Democratic primary roll in. To our mutual dismay, Obama called it a night around 11, despite a close race and ever-increasing vote counts. Clinton received a lot of Guinness-fueled armchair criticism from the both of us on everything from her platform to her hideously busy top. Regardless of yesterday’s outcome, Obama’s doing far better than I initially expected. I had my hopes high, but I’m not disappointed. The only confusing thing is the point differential between the polls of a day prior and the actual results of the primary. At least he swept Dixville Notch.
Let my fingers do the talking
YouTube now has a record of me performing my embarrassing and private habit. You may take a look, but you may also find it to be a little too dorky and/or uninteresting to make it all the way through. Embedded video behind the jump.