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which_chick) wrote2008-03-14 10:30 pm
which_chick) wrote2008-03-14 10:30 pm
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A while ago, I downloaded a huge chunk of legitimately-free music as .mp3 files from the SxSW music festival. I'm really not very alternative or anything, but I am on board with free, all the time. Anyway, I haven't gotten a chance to look at this mass o' downloaded goodness yet but it turns out that my slacking on that front was a good thing.
During my slackitude, someone who isn't me has written six word reviews of every single one of the tracks and ranked them with dots of approval, more dots for better songs, on a scale of one to five, six already being used as the number of words in the review.
Some of the reviews (I read them all) are tasty on their own merits:
Rhyming’s a tool, not a weapon.
The pinnacle of cock-rock horseshit.
Completely undifferentiated indie rock from Mexico.
This is bullshit, five minutes long.
Oh great, they’re yowling like cats.
The Island of Misfit Toys Orchestra.
They do not transmit their enthusiasm.
Ass-bogglingly precious but historically relevant.
Anyway, I figure I can go though and sort the songs into their dot-rating and just listen to the five-dot and four-dot songs. That might work. Yeah. And then I can see if I agree with the reviewer, in which case I can delete the three, two, and one dot star songs from my drive.
Obviously, if I don't agree with the reviewer, I will have to wade through the rest of this stuff to see if I like any of it. This isn't a problem, but I believe I've left Mr. Pickwick asleep in a wheelbarrow and if I don't get back to that, he'll never wake up and that would be a tragedy, indeed. And the How to Enjoy Opera series is also clamoring for my attention, having been ignored lo these several weeks. I am a bad user. Bad.
And tomorrow is coggins tests for horses, which looks like it's shaping up to be a delightfully damp, raw, and unpleasant affair -- just like it was last year. One can only hope that we will be able to avoid having people get stuck in Lynn's driveway or tearing great huge ditches into her yard.
During my slackitude, someone who isn't me has written six word reviews of every single one of the tracks and ranked them with dots of approval, more dots for better songs, on a scale of one to five, six already being used as the number of words in the review.
Some of the reviews (I read them all) are tasty on their own merits:
Rhyming’s a tool, not a weapon.
The pinnacle of cock-rock horseshit.
Completely undifferentiated indie rock from Mexico.
This is bullshit, five minutes long.
Oh great, they’re yowling like cats.
The Island of Misfit Toys Orchestra.
They do not transmit their enthusiasm.
Ass-bogglingly precious but historically relevant.
Anyway, I figure I can go though and sort the songs into their dot-rating and just listen to the five-dot and four-dot songs. That might work. Yeah. And then I can see if I agree with the reviewer, in which case I can delete the three, two, and one dot star songs from my drive.
Obviously, if I don't agree with the reviewer, I will have to wade through the rest of this stuff to see if I like any of it. This isn't a problem, but I believe I've left Mr. Pickwick asleep in a wheelbarrow and if I don't get back to that, he'll never wake up and that would be a tragedy, indeed. And the How to Enjoy Opera series is also clamoring for my attention, having been ignored lo these several weeks. I am a bad user. Bad.
And tomorrow is coggins tests for horses, which looks like it's shaping up to be a delightfully damp, raw, and unpleasant affair -- just like it was last year. One can only hope that we will be able to avoid having people get stuck in Lynn's driveway or tearing great huge ditches into her yard.