Sittin' here listening to my double disc Albert King collection while my RealJukebox strips it down to disk. I haven't mucked with MP3s or the like until now, because it's a poor alternative to the real thing. But now I think I'll be needing it in this new job, so I'm giving it a test run while sipping a Makers and ginger, tweaking the design of a bootleg CD insert I'm doing for a friend, and flipping through the latenight boards with just a few insomniacs here (who should be out - it's Friday night); perhaps we'll get a small surge of discombobulated postings by the drunks washing up here post-debauch. Nighthawks at the Diner is doing in next. Don't have to get up in the morning. Ahhhh.
|