had a patch cable or one spot crap out on me at practice and again at the show last night luckily it was when we were setting up so i just used dirt and tuner. i get super flustered so trying to identify the bad cable turns into a nightmare
gonna buy all new patches and swap the power supply if that doesn't work. this is the last part of my rig i have to conquer, it has been a long war
gunslinger_burrito wrote:That's what I was thinking. It's only been alllmost a month. I'm just not over it entirely, yet.
I'm in a similar position myself, so I know where you're coming from. It's a difficult grey area, really.
Lame. I ended up just sending a little text. It wasn't as awful as I thought it was going to be.
watchyourscrew wrote:had a patch cable or one spot crap out on me at practice and again at the show last night luckily it was when we were setting up so i just used dirt and tuner. i get super flustered so trying to identify the bad cable turns into a nightmare
gonna buy all new patches and swap the power supply if that doesn't work. this is the last part of my rig i have to conquer, it has been a long war
For a while I thought I had the same issue, until I came to realize that occasionally the bare loose end(s) of the one spot were touching some of the pedal casings and grounding the whole line.
Want to buy a pedalboard and missed the last minute bidding I planned for one on the bay because I got busy doing real life stuff, and the price it went for was hella legit. I hate it when life gets in the way of fuzz.
monkeydancer wrote:Want to buy a pedalboard and missed the last minute bidding I planned for one on the bay because I got busy doing real life stuff, and the price it went for was hella legit. I hate it when life gets in the way of fuzz.
What was it?
Man, this day sucks, I'm stuck in the driveway, missing work because of it AND I'm pretty sure I just screwed up my relationship. Maybe my roof will collapse and I can end this day already.
had to tell crazy stalkerish ex to either come back to my bed or leave me alone. it sucks telling someone you love and want to be with to fuck off. however i cant be best friends immediately after a breakup. and i guess im a bad guy for not wanting to talk 30-40 times a day and see her everyday (according to her). even tho we are just friends now. it would be doable if we were working on us, but she says its not even that. she wants me in her life, but not to be with her currently. wtf. this 3 month breakup has fucking wrecked havok on my brain. hopefully its finally done for.
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wfs1234 wrote:Waiting at the gate to fly back to Eugene after having been in Utah for three weeks. It's been nice, but I'm way sad about leaving everyone behind; and I'm dropping down to the master's program, and I feel all kinds of shame, guilt, and sadness about stepping down, but there's no way I can make it in the Ph'd program
This also means I'll be a bit ostracized from the first-year Ph'd cohort, so I'll have more time and fewer friends in Eugene.... However, since I'm leaving Utah this does mean I can drink again. So that's something I guess
Knowing your limits is nothing to be ashamed about. Consider how many average jagoffs don't have Masters degrees. And who the fuck knows, once you get that, you can get a Ph.D. It don't matter none, homie. Just keep it up.
Thanks that's what I've been trying to tell myself, but I still feel bad about it. I am glad that I'll be taking on a more manageable workload, though. Last quarter was super brutal.
i can't get over being terrified of life falling apart. i spent all day both days this weekend hiding under the covers and taking pills to keep the fear away. somehow i have to figure out how to live again, and i don't remember how. i'm afraid to go to the store even. i just stay here in the guest room curled up with my cat.
In girum imus nocte et consumimur igni
FIFTY YEARS OF SCARING THE CHILDREN 1970-2020--and i'm not done yet
dubkitty wrote:i can't get over being terrified of life falling apart. i spent all day both days this weekend hiding under the covers and taking pills to keep the fear away. somehow i have to figure out how to live again, and i don't remember how. i'm afraid to go to the store even. i just stay here in the guest room curled up with my cat.
Well the job went ok, right?
And you have a spot to crash. And a place for the cat. And somewhere to be tomorrow.
So that's pretty rad.
But also, I think you have a Goodbye 24? what's the word on that beast?
yeah. i wish i had the capacity to relax a little and appreciate it, but i'm so fucking wound up that i can't let go.
i need to mess with the 24 and an expression pedal more for dynamic effects; moatly i use it to add a faraway roaring sound to things, especially running into the Randy's Revenge. if you listen to the end of this from 5:55, it's the 24 with fuzz and phaser sailing off into the distance on the RV-3.
Tasty. Reminds me of a washed out X-Files tape. I really wish I'd been paying more attention to Montreal Assembly when they were available, seems like a really fun tool for that kind of sound.
it is. there's a lot of other stuff in there i haven't excavated yet...i need time with my pedalboard and that's hard to find in somebody else's house. i so want to have the loopers set up, but they're buried in the back of my truck.
In girum imus nocte et consumimur igni
FIFTY YEARS OF SCARING THE CHILDREN 1970-2020--and i'm not done yet
luckily it was when we were setting up so i just used dirt and tuner. i get super flustered so trying to identify the bad cable turns into a nightmare 
that's what I've been trying to tell myself, but I still feel bad about it. I am glad that I'll be taking on a more manageable workload, though. Last quarter was super brutal.
moment when you take fake news seriously one minute too long. Foot-in-mouth.