Wave Table Version

MIDI Synth Version

And you've somehow become very fond of this little file. You think up kind of opera-esque lyrical dialogue to it. It makes you think of the way that things used to be able to thoroughly affect you when you were younger and not insulated in the interest of avoiding simple manipulations. It reminds of this song I heard when I was in kindergarten, having just moved to the island of Oahu, which stirred emotion in me as profound as my immature brain could experience. The choking sensation.. as if you were going to cry. I don't ever feel like that anymore.

I dunno. Maybe after you get old enough, all your emotions are used up and you experience life as this hazy thing that doesn't really touch you anymore. "Old enough" could be at different times for different people. Like from 50 for some to, oh, third grade for others.

The caffeine is kicking in, I will go finish packing and cleaning now. I will just think of the MIDI file like a christmas carol that I don't really know or believe in but like the sound of anyway. oh yeh, midi, expressive canvas for humanity's stylus. (plosive disdainful noise.)

Andrew attempts to cram his entire hand in his mouth! -- Ed via IRC, who I didn't know was watching the tech-cam as I amused myself at work

Later, Wiggins the cat wanders into my room, looking for affection (supposedly). She rubs against my arm, so I pat her head. 1 pat. 2 pats. She leaps off the ground, biting me furiously and scratching with front and rear claws as hard as possible. I sustain arm damage. I stand up in an attempt to remove the attacking cat from my arm without hurting it. Cat remains attached, arm continues degrading. I flick arm, as if hurling something. Cat drops to ground and runs off. Rrrgh. Stupid cat.