...And of course when I DID get the photo I wanted it turned out to be ever so slightly underwhelming.
I've really enjoyed watching the night sky recently, so calming and so excellent for providing a bit of perspective...
Friday, March 30, 2012
Venus in Furs
Life On Mars
I was trying toget a photo of Mars, and was too lazy to go get my tripod, and ended up with this.
It was the only stroke of good luck I had all week...
Sunday, March 25, 2012
The End Complete II; Radio Bye Bye
Seasoned Deuteronomists may be somewhat dismayed to note that the passing of time has been so swift that Mrs Rolpol and I celebrated our fourth wedding anniversary on Thursday. In fact matters have developed to the stage that young Mervyn is now old enough to use the remote control to switch to the naughty channels where strikingly forward ladies writhe in their undercrackers whilst waving phones at the camera.
However Mervyn is still young enough to think that these jiggling actions have something to do with the provision of nourishing milk.
Mrs Rolpol and I are on a supposed economy drive, so we nervously looked at the Anniversary Gift List to see what we are in for. The cotton and paper ones were easy, and I resisted the urge to go terribly wrong with Leather last year. However Mrs Rolpol noticed that the new, modern, heavingly unromantic Anniversary List featured 'electronic appliances' for the fourth year of married bliss. Mrs Rolpol then started talking about DAB radios and pointing excitedly at the kitchen where there was a spare plug socket just begging for a Bush or a Pure or whatever we could afford.
I used to listen to radio a lotback in the days of freedom and independence when I was unhappily single, lots of I'm Sorry I Haven't A Clue and Jazz Record Requests. Mrs Rolpol likes to listen to urban gentleman talking about hoes and the like. I have always assumed that DAB radio also had molten rivers of classic and modern metal, the kind of music which always seems to get the children in the mood for playtime if I put my iPod through the speakers at home. So off I toddled to get DABbed up.
Once the damned thing was plugged in and had finished searching for stations, we soon found any number of Mrs Rolpol's kind of station, i.e. completely dedicated to music intended to help the listener count to 4. But there was so very little for your humble scribe.
I am not skinny, I do not wear a hat and nor do I cultivate facial hair intentionally, so BBC Radio 6 is no friend to me. Absolute Rock is absolute cack, like listening to a mid-life crisis in the key of moderate album rock performed by people who decide to buy music only once they've heard it on a digital tv advert break. But the worst, the very, very worst, the absolute nadir of hard rock broadcasting, is Planet Rock.
Once I'd waded past several Bob Seger and Bruce Springsteen tracks, wondering if we were ever going to get over 80 bpm, we came crashing up to date with a track from the '80's. I just switched the damned thing on again to see if I was just being unfair, but no, they were playing 747 (Strangers In The Night) by Saxon. A lovely song, but well over thirty years old. Even when they do play something 'new' it still sounds like it was recorded beforeGrunge the Flood. And they even have a late night weekly 'Metal' show just like Radio One.
It's so conservative, the advertisers must be on a direct hotline to the inane dj every time he plays something that hasn't already been vetted by the Acceptable For Wedding Disco Committee. And so disappointing too. Why not shove a bit of the 21st Century on air, a bit of Mastodon or Porcupine Tree? It's even affecting Download Festival, where you have to claim you have reformed from the '80's to get a slot on the bill. Luckily the radio has an iPod socket so, when Mrs Rolpol has had enough for songs about dancefloors we can have a bit of Between The Buried and Me. You know, for the kids.
Still, I do get to hear a bit of Today before I leave for work, and Radio 3 is crystal clear. However, I think we need a different Anniversary List before we get to year seven.
Otherwise it's his n hers Desk Sets...
However Mervyn is still young enough to think that these jiggling actions have something to do with the provision of nourishing milk.
Mrs Rolpol and I are on a supposed economy drive, so we nervously looked at the Anniversary Gift List to see what we are in for. The cotton and paper ones were easy, and I resisted the urge to go terribly wrong with Leather last year. However Mrs Rolpol noticed that the new, modern, heavingly unromantic Anniversary List featured 'electronic appliances' for the fourth year of married bliss. Mrs Rolpol then started talking about DAB radios and pointing excitedly at the kitchen where there was a spare plug socket just begging for a Bush or a Pure or whatever we could afford.
I used to listen to radio a lot
Once the damned thing was plugged in and had finished searching for stations, we soon found any number of Mrs Rolpol's kind of station, i.e. completely dedicated to music intended to help the listener count to 4. But there was so very little for your humble scribe.
I am not skinny, I do not wear a hat and nor do I cultivate facial hair intentionally, so BBC Radio 6 is no friend to me. Absolute Rock is absolute cack, like listening to a mid-life crisis in the key of moderate album rock performed by people who decide to buy music only once they've heard it on a digital tv advert break. But the worst, the very, very worst, the absolute nadir of hard rock broadcasting, is Planet Rock.
Once I'd waded past several Bob Seger and Bruce Springsteen tracks, wondering if we were ever going to get over 80 bpm, we came crashing up to date with a track from the '80's. I just switched the damned thing on again to see if I was just being unfair, but no, they were playing 747 (Strangers In The Night) by Saxon. A lovely song, but well over thirty years old. Even when they do play something 'new' it still sounds like it was recorded before
It's so conservative, the advertisers must be on a direct hotline to the inane dj every time he plays something that hasn't already been vetted by the Acceptable For Wedding Disco Committee. And so disappointing too. Why not shove a bit of the 21st Century on air, a bit of Mastodon or Porcupine Tree? It's even affecting Download Festival, where you have to claim you have reformed from the '80's to get a slot on the bill. Luckily the radio has an iPod socket so, when Mrs Rolpol has had enough for songs about dancefloors we can have a bit of Between The Buried and Me. You know, for the kids.
Still, I do get to hear a bit of Today before I leave for work, and Radio 3 is crystal clear. However, I think we need a different Anniversary List before we get to year seven.
Otherwise it's his n hers Desk Sets...
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