Take Me To Floppytown!

I just had to do another post on playing music with a floppy drive. This time, I figured out how to do it with a PC floppy drive. I'll give you a hint: you can't use Windows to do this. Microsoft prefers to keep control of a PC's peripherals.

THE VICTIM:


A bad Sony 3.5" floppy drive I ripped out of some PC.

Setting this thing up was simple. First, I installed the OS. Then I tried to install the driver which failed. Then I went and got a newer version of the OS and installed that. I then installed the driver. This was such a memorable experience, that I decided to take photographs (I was too lazy to look for a screen capture program). First, the usual info box:



Of course I just closed the readme file and clicked Finished...



Fucking bastard thing. I ran the driver again and left it for like 5 minutes because the readme file is LOOOONNG!



OK, I understand. Let's proceed...



OKAY, I GET IT! I'm about to fuck up my hardware. I KNOW! Let's proceed!



JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!!!! ENOUGH ALREADY!!!!



Holy motherfucking cocksucking goddam piece of shit software. By now, I'm ready to say 'fuck this' and throw the goddam computer against the wall and make a blog entry about that.



Okay, now I feel bad. Thanks alot Mr. Driver, now you make me want to uninstall you.


....naaah, I'll just give the floppy drive a respectful burial in my back yard out behind the trashcans.

After that long-ass installation, I experienced musical nirvana. Here's two video clips. I close-mic'ed it for clarity, and because the PC powering this thing was a bit noisy.

A Lemon From The Fugitives

Here's a great cassette I picked up for a buck. Now, when I say "great" I mean it's an interesting find. It doesn't necessarily mean the tape is worth listening to. It's called "The Fugitives - Country Favorites" and the group seems to be made up of mainly old people who are well on their way to wearing Depends Undergarments. Have a look at the album cover:



Imagine the art direction. Grandpa Jack got his son to do it on his computer, because Jack's son is good at things like that. "Hey, let's use a picture of Bob's old '82 station wagon for the album cover. Hmmmmm, would it be possible to paste a picture of the band in front? There, that looks very nice. Oh yeah, and up in the right hand corner, put in a picture of a lemon and write "FUGITIVES COUNTRY WESTERN" on it. Oh yeah, and remove that big liver spot from my forehead. That's very good Billy, we'll send that off to the printers."

The cassette was obviously recorded in a studio and semi-professionally copied; probably a run of 100 or so to sell at the old folks homes where they played.

Here's the track listing - errors inclusive. I've included two complete songs for your listening pleasure:

01) Except For Monday
02) Mothers Against Drunk Drivers
03) I Want To Dance With You
04) Somewhere Between
05) Working Man
06) Little Too Late
07) San Antone Rose
08) Bobby McGee
09) Do You Ever Think Of Me
10) Unabashably Blue
11) Old Country
12) Folsom Prison
13) Coat Of Many Colors
14) Tall Tall Trees
15) Why Me Lord

It seems that all of the members sing on the album. The others are decent, but the guy who sings the songs I've uploaded sounds like this retarded guy Jimmy who sings at the same karaoke bars I go to (and I'm actively working on getting a video of him, he's quite amusing!)

Anyway, if you happen to come across this album.... Well, you probably won't. Nevermind.

Classical Gas Emissions Gets A Makeover!

YES! Well, not really. I just added some shit to the side thing on the right. First of all, I added a news headline thingy. I'll update it whenever a remotely interesting thing happens with this blog, like the MTV thing. Oh, I didn't tell you about that? Well, I'll tell you soon enough. Don't worry, it's not really THAT exciting.

Oh yeah, and after two years of writing on this thing, I finally added a counter. I himmed and hawed over that one for a while and finally decided to do it. The reason why I hesitated is because I generally don't have any success with those damn counters. They usually get stuck at 001 for all eternity. If by some chance this one gets stuck at 001, I'll probably just leave it there and make fun of the one person who reads my blog (me). Oh yeah, and if you REALLY want to visit the sponsor to keep the counter free, there's a little tiny dot under the counter you can click on. I didn't want no fucking "Party Dating for Singles" bullshit on my blog. A small dot is just as effective since nobody clicks on those things anyway.

I also eliminated some of the garbage links on the side and I added a couple of different ones. Go visit those things when I'm in a writing lull. They'll do a good job of entertaining you.

Anyway, I've got a nice collection of crap to write about over the next little while. I won't tell you what it is since I'm never accurate with predictions about my blog.

The Miscarriage

Oh Brian. Stupid, stupid Brian. You could have chosen any woman in the world, but you had to choose her.

This is an answering machine tape I picked up for a nickel. It's unfortunate that there's only snippits of this argument on the tape rather than the whole thing, but I put them all together into one audio file.

From the way she rubs it in, I'm pretty sure she's lying about it. Have a listen for yourself by CLICKING HERE!

Scare Tactics Video: First Roadside Treasure of '09

Now that the snow is FINALLY melting, people will be cleaning their garages, having yard sales, and throwing shit away. Found this fantastic treasure in a box of videocassettes someone dumped.



These are a series of PSAs that aired in the mid-90s. They contain the aftermath of a scary car crash, death, disability, jail, and provide fun facts about how awful young drivers are. The first in the series got extremely heavy play during commercial breaks. Everyone in High School made fun of it or spontaneously acted it out (including myself). What's odd is I don't remember the last one, possibly because it was aired the least.

Anyway, for you Manitobans out there, here's a nice trip down memory lane. For those who aren't Manitobans, enjoy the both good and bad acting, and learning how Manitoba's youth generally behave behind the wheel.

Happy Easter!