Hello, all, and welcome to another exciting entry. Today we'll be talking about background music, pencups, old folk confused about their words and wasting time in arcades. Along the way, I'll probably find a few other things to say.
Firstly, background music. I was in *gasp* a shopping centre earlier today, run by the grammar-abusing Westfield chain. Their posters for this season are written
This is upsetting for all the obvious reasons. Of course, this is a secondary concern for this post - I am, after all, talking about background music. While I was there, there were 4 songs in rapid succession that appear on the lovely![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
daphyncd, making me into an interesting blend of confused and squeeful.
I was shopping. I was after a few things - some blank CDs, a clock for my bedroom, and a pencup of some description. I ended up buying one of these objects, and even that is hacked from what it's designed to be. My new 'pencup' started out its life as a smoked glass and stainless steel toothbrush holder; minus its lid and with pens in, it's ready for a new life.
And that was the tricky bit. Easy things like CDs and a clock? Completely slipped my mind.
Typical.
Now, as you'd know, I catch buses to get about the place most of the time. This usually means some amount of waiting in bus stops; today was no exception. Today's incident saw me sitting next to an old couple, happily talking to each other. They came to be talking about crime. One said, and I quote, "They tried playing classic music at night for a bit. That seemed to help."
It's also harder to sing along with.
And now we get to my next rant about timekilling via arcades. I'm personally quite fond of pinball machines; they give me free games, and they tend to kill rather a lot of time. They've changed their whole one pinball machine again, to a LotR one. This isn't much of a problem, though. It's a fun little machine, even if it does play Concerning Hobbits over and over again (Baggins... Shire). It has all the usual things - loops, ramps, orbits, a minigame, flashing lights, and multiball.
Except it's more Multiballliekwhoa. Six little metal balls bouncing about a table is somewhat different, more than a little odd, somewhat confusing, and taxing on wrists and reflexes.
On a slightly different note, it's hard to concentrate on shooting loop combos with five balls while a pair of large brutish individuals stand behind you playing Point Blank, which has been magically set to its highest volume. Their dialogue roughly extended to:
Voice 1: Heh. You missed it mate.
Voice 2: Yeah. Have to try harder, hey, mate.
Voice 1: Yeah mate. Hey, look at that.
Voice 2: Top shooting, mate.
I infer from this that they're both named 'Mate'. I'm also taking great liberty with inserting commas into their speech - I have grave doubts about their ability to recognise, let alone use, these lovely bits of punctuation. I don't dare give them a semicolon; they might hurt themselves.
And that's about it for my Real Post for today.
Firstly, background music. I was in *gasp* a shopping centre earlier today, run by the grammar-abusing Westfield chain. Their posters for this season are written
"
something
like
this
"
something
like
this
"
This is upsetting for all the obvious reasons. Of course, this is a secondary concern for this post - I am, after all, talking about background music. While I was there, there were 4 songs in rapid succession that appear on the lovely
daphyncd, making me into an interesting blend of confused and squeeful.I was shopping. I was after a few things - some blank CDs, a clock for my bedroom, and a pencup of some description. I ended up buying one of these objects, and even that is hacked from what it's designed to be. My new 'pencup' started out its life as a smoked glass and stainless steel toothbrush holder; minus its lid and with pens in, it's ready for a new life.
And that was the tricky bit. Easy things like CDs and a clock? Completely slipped my mind.
Typical.
Now, as you'd know, I catch buses to get about the place most of the time. This usually means some amount of waiting in bus stops; today was no exception. Today's incident saw me sitting next to an old couple, happily talking to each other. They came to be talking about crime. One said, and I quote, "They tried playing classic music at night for a bit. That seemed to help."
O Fortuna,
velut luna
satu variabilis
semper crescis
aut decrescis;
vita detestabilis
nunc obdurat
et tunc curat
lodu mentis aciem,
egestatem,
potestatem,
dissolvit ut glaciem.
Rolls off the tongue pretty well, but I can't think of more than 10 people I know with a chance of knowing what it actually says. One is me.
Classic music? Sounds like my kind of bus stop, really. "Waiting for the bus? We have nonstop classic rock hits for you!". My guess is that they were after the word classical. Generally speaking, it's also quite pleasant to listen to.velut luna
satu variabilis
semper crescis
aut decrescis;
vita detestabilis
nunc obdurat
et tunc curat
lodu mentis aciem,
egestatem,
potestatem,
dissolvit ut glaciem.
Rolls off the tongue pretty well, but I can't think of more than 10 people I know with a chance of knowing what it actually says. One is me.
It's also harder to sing along with.
And now we get to my next rant about timekilling via arcades. I'm personally quite fond of pinball machines; they give me free games, and they tend to kill rather a lot of time. They've changed their whole one pinball machine again, to a LotR one. This isn't much of a problem, though. It's a fun little machine, even if it does play Concerning Hobbits over and over again (Baggins... Shire). It has all the usual things - loops, ramps, orbits, a minigame, flashing lights, and multiball.
Except it's more Multiballliekwhoa. Six little metal balls bouncing about a table is somewhat different, more than a little odd, somewhat confusing, and taxing on wrists and reflexes.
On a slightly different note, it's hard to concentrate on shooting loop combos with five balls while a pair of large brutish individuals stand behind you playing Point Blank, which has been magically set to its highest volume. Their dialogue roughly extended to:
Voice 1: Heh. You missed it mate.
Voice 2: Yeah. Have to try harder, hey, mate.
Voice 1: Yeah mate. Hey, look at that.
Voice 2: Top shooting, mate.
I infer from this that they're both named 'Mate'. I'm also taking great liberty with inserting commas into their speech - I have grave doubts about their ability to recognise, let alone use, these lovely bits of punctuation. I don't dare give them a semicolon; they might hurt themselves.
And that's about it for my Real Post for today.
