Microwave go all splodey and sparky. Dead microwave, Jim. There's precious few smells in the world like that. Ugh.
For some utterly inexplicable reason, the soundcard on the secondary streaming machine in the house has decided it likes playing stereo, but on many of the songs even over streaming, the vocals sound like the mics were placed about forty feet behind the rest of the band.
That's not even counting the whole shebang deciding it didn't want to play for a good portion of the night last night.
My nerves have been ground into a fine powder. Therefore I will be directing you to IPM Radio for a lovely evening of industrial and EBM tunes. Forgive this old man, but I feel about as much like streaming as I would feel like seeing Rush Limbaugh poledance. (Plus when I've got a tech mystery to solve, I tend to turn into a geek Sherlock Holmes until I find out what's wrong.)
As Heinlein is my witness, I will get over this crap and getting back to giving you the entertainment you deserve. I've been pulling this shit far too often lately for my taste.
For some utterly inexplicable reason, the soundcard on the secondary streaming machine in the house has decided it likes playing stereo, but on many of the songs even over streaming, the vocals sound like the mics were placed about forty feet behind the rest of the band.
That's not even counting the whole shebang deciding it didn't want to play for a good portion of the night last night.
My nerves have been ground into a fine powder. Therefore I will be directing you to IPM Radio for a lovely evening of industrial and EBM tunes. Forgive this old man, but I feel about as much like streaming as I would feel like seeing Rush Limbaugh poledance. (Plus when I've got a tech mystery to solve, I tend to turn into a geek Sherlock Holmes until I find out what's wrong.)
As Heinlein is my witness, I will get over this crap and getting back to giving you the entertainment you deserve. I've been pulling this shit far too often lately for my taste.