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Week from Monday 27th January 2025 - I haven't scrapped my TWITTER account entirely (now that Elno has gone full-on NAZI), but I have stopped bothering to post things on that platform. I find myself visiting less and less. My own 'pre-X' Twitter app is still quite 'comfortable' to use and relatively fascist-free, but there's very little point in TALKING TO MYSELF on Twitter. Any FOLLOWERS who ever interacted with me have now jumped ship and gone to THE BLUE SKIES PLACE instead. A lot of the usual suspects on my READING LIST can just as easily be accessed via the Bloosky nowadays...
Not too surprisingly (given how CLOUDLAND BLUE QUARTET tends to work), my 'little' eleven-minute piano noodle has generated hours and hours of stretched droneage! I'm quite pleased with a couple of the 'finished' pieces, which have resulted from a couple of days of remote BACK'n'FORTH via the cloud(s). But I must admit, though I'm just as guilty of MUSICAL WINDBAGGERY at times, the real enjoyment for me will come from EDITING it all down to size, honing any long 'jams' down to a listenable length of pure nittygritty. Plus, of course, I have my established policy of taking a step back from a 'project' once it's done, and only coming back to it after a suitable period of time "TO SEE IF I STILL LIKE IT". (Also, on this occasion, I should wait until my hearing has drastically improved!)
My Saturday trip to the HOZZY was cancelled, due to the ongoing investigation into my FUNNY EARS. It has been suggested that the regular doses of pamidronate might be a contributing cause, although it's just as likely to be the cold weather that's drying them out. I visited the nurse at the GP practice, so that she could have a squint inside. She's given me an antibiotic ear spray called OTOMIZE (which also contains our old friend DEXAMETHASONE). I'm supposed to squirt them out three times a day for seven days, to see what happens. Then I'm having a face-to-face chat with the 'BOSS' up at the hozzy in a couple of weeks, who might in turn refer me to the 'EAR/NOSE/THROAT' people. Wot larks, eh...?
Anyway, long story short, that left me free to enjoy the 'SATURDAY MORNING PICTURES' instead. "Plan Nine From Outer Space" (Golden Turkey Award-winning 'WORST FILM OF ALL TIME') was on again!
My 'DAY OUT' this week was a visit to Gosport, so that I could print off the covers for my latest batch of 'DOWNLOAD-TO-MAKE-A-CD' projects (Elton Dean, Beat, Mark Wingfield and a newly-discovered Frank Zappa). I also did some POUNDLANDing, to stock up on essentials like paracetamol, batteries and crisps. While I was out, I got a text message from the GP PRACTICE, requesting that I make an appointment for an "ANNUAL" BLOOD TEST. Since I already do routine blood tests AT LEAST once a month, then I consider that to be further proof that these messages are automatically sent out by ROBOTS, and not by actual humans who pay attention to what's going on! Still, I'll do an extra test for them when I present myself at the hospital next time around...
CHEEPNIS... Duff Movie Of The Week was another "GOLDEN TURKEY" nominee (in the category of "Most Primitive Male Chauvinist Fantasy In Movie History"), the appalling "FIRE MAIDENS FROM OUTERSPACE" of 1956. I'll never be able to hear ALEXANDR BORODIN's "Polovtsian Dances" the same way ever again!
Not too surprisingly (given how CLOUDLAND BLUE QUARTET tends to work), my 'little' eleven-minute piano noodle has generated hours and hours of stretched droneage! I'm quite pleased with a couple of the 'finished' pieces, which have resulted from a couple of days of remote BACK'n'FORTH via the cloud(s). But I must admit, though I'm just as guilty of MUSICAL WINDBAGGERY at times, the real enjoyment for me will come from EDITING it all down to size, honing any long 'jams' down to a listenable length of pure nittygritty. Plus, of course, I have my established policy of taking a step back from a 'project' once it's done, and only coming back to it after a suitable period of time "TO SEE IF I STILL LIKE IT". (Also, on this occasion, I should wait until my hearing has drastically improved!)
My Saturday trip to the HOZZY was cancelled, due to the ongoing investigation into my FUNNY EARS. It has been suggested that the regular doses of pamidronate might be a contributing cause, although it's just as likely to be the cold weather that's drying them out. I visited the nurse at the GP practice, so that she could have a squint inside. She's given me an antibiotic ear spray called OTOMIZE (which also contains our old friend DEXAMETHASONE). I'm supposed to squirt them out three times a day for seven days, to see what happens. Then I'm having a face-to-face chat with the 'BOSS' up at the hozzy in a couple of weeks, who might in turn refer me to the 'EAR/NOSE/THROAT' people. Wot larks, eh...?
Anyway, long story short, that left me free to enjoy the 'SATURDAY MORNING PICTURES' instead. "Plan Nine From Outer Space" (Golden Turkey Award-winning 'WORST FILM OF ALL TIME') was on again!
My 'DAY OUT' this week was a visit to Gosport, so that I could print off the covers for my latest batch of 'DOWNLOAD-TO-MAKE-A-CD' projects (Elton Dean, Beat, Mark Wingfield and a newly-discovered Frank Zappa). I also did some POUNDLANDing, to stock up on essentials like paracetamol, batteries and crisps. While I was out, I got a text message from the GP PRACTICE, requesting that I make an appointment for an "ANNUAL" BLOOD TEST. Since I already do routine blood tests AT LEAST once a month, then I consider that to be further proof that these messages are automatically sent out by ROBOTS, and not by actual humans who pay attention to what's going on! Still, I'll do an extra test for them when I present myself at the hospital next time around...
CHEEPNIS... Duff Movie Of The Week was another "GOLDEN TURKEY" nominee (in the category of "Most Primitive Male Chauvinist Fantasy In Movie History"), the appalling "FIRE MAIDENS FROM OUTERSPACE" of 1956. I'll never be able to hear ALEXANDR BORODIN's "Polovtsian Dances" the same way ever again!
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