RE: The thread for flipping shits (and tables)
06-06-2013, 06:43 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-13-2013, 12:31 AM by BRPXQZME.)
I sure wish my parents wouldn’t be so penny wise and pound foolish about my education in CS. They simply don’t see why I should have loads of uninterrupted time to work on coding projects; to summarize things, they think that (1) I am a parasitic slave monkey and (2) working as many hours as possible at my current job (which does not involve developing software) is how I’m going to get employed once I graduate.
edit:
So I had a hook in my head last night and it was this crazy-meter syncopated thing and I didn’t think to write it down because I had it before and had already written it down, right? And in case I forgot it, I knew that part of it was similar to some other thing, just with strange rhythm.
Then I checked my file, and it turns out I hadn’t. Now I don’t remember enough of it or which other thing it was like, other than that mine had a descending triad in the second or third bar (it was the chord change that made it work). I’ve really got to get in the habit of recording these instead. May we meet again some day, sweet tune. (but if the Scott Adams theory of creativity is any good this isn’t necessarily a bad thing)
edit:
So I had a hook in my head last night and it was this crazy-meter syncopated thing and I didn’t think to write it down because I had it before and had already written it down, right? And in case I forgot it, I knew that part of it was similar to some other thing, just with strange rhythm.
Then I checked my file, and it turns out I hadn’t. Now I don’t remember enough of it or which other thing it was like, other than that mine had a descending triad in the second or third bar (it was the chord change that made it work). I’ve really got to get in the habit of recording these instead. May we meet again some day, sweet tune. (but if the Scott Adams theory of creativity is any good this isn’t necessarily a bad thing)
sea had swallowed all. A lazy curtain of dust was wafting out to sea