The number I like is the price per track number; the latest run of arrivals has allowed me to go below $.02 - 2353 songs for a total investment to date of $42.50 = $0.018.
2350 is also more than 2 years worth of emusic on my old plan- all in about 4 months.
1521, baby. Amclark, I am coming for you...actually not, I am too lazy to REC these days unless I stumble on to something free that is likely to shoot up...
while i can't provide much help when it comes to recommending enjoyable music i can contribute in other ways. namely interlude content.
a good interlude provides a bridge from one point to another and charges no fee in the process. in this instance a collection of street cred whores have gathered to share tales of exploits and are now waiting for some qualitative measure of which street cred whore has outperformed all others in a given time frame.
fortunately, interludes do not have to be reflective. in fact, many successful interludes have had nothing to do with the content they attempt to bridge.
some interludes use time travel as a means to transport the attendant from point to point; others use vagueness and made-up medical conditions to fill the gaps.
but whatever you call it, interlude content always ends up being nothing more than void avoidance.
hopefully, this interlude has helped you - in some small way - as you wrestle with the outcome frogkopf will so generously provide...
having missed the bridge, the gaggle of street cred whores fell into the icy waters. while concerned with ruined make-up and diluted perfume, the alpha street cred whore managed an utterance between thrashes and splashes.
frogkopf, I noticed one of your Rec's the other day had an irate missive about the Amie site's workings. I have found the site being pretty much not able to s**t and chew gum in an expeditious manner this week at times, so I was just wondering if others were having the same slow, very slow experience?
in the shadows of the bridge and set back from the river's frontage road a converted warehouse serves the hamlet of castle pines simple yet warming chinese soups and noodle dishes.
the newspaper girl sits at a window seat. shortly after removing her gloves, coat and scarf a waitress appears with a large bowl of juk. the juk steams. the waitress, with a palm-up gesture, advocates the condiment caddy to the newspaper girl. smiles and leaves.
the newspaper girl, in order, sprinkles an aggressive offering of white pepper; tosses in a thick pinch of green onion; carefully balances a large bottle of sesame oil and with great attention distributes a thin drizzle; finally lifts the ceramic sparrow-shaped soy sauce container and tilts 5 small black drips into the collection.
she takes her soo gop - a ceramic soup spoon - and stirs the rice soup. noting only a few ginko balls and a healthy offering of foo juk, the newspaper girl registers this is just the way i like it...
lifting the soo gop she blows to cool the soup. she takes it in and the soup is perfectly flavored. she indulges her self a smile and looks up to take in everything - she'll let everything connect to her in her simple spiritual bliss.
to her surprise, she see no less than 10 people in free fall from the bridge and splashing into the icy waters below...
The Captain furrows her brow as she pilots the battered old boat, now disguised as a garbage scow, into the harbor. She assumes she is too late to catch the fallen "angels." She just hopes, for reputation's sake if nothing else, that she can salvage at least one or two before they freeze full solid. Probably best anyhow to not get all ten; this old tub is getting pretty full.
In his sub lying silently only 20 feet below the surface, Mutex stared intently at his watch, counting off seconds. Suddenly he gave the order: "Open the outside lock-out doors!"
"Diver aboard sir" came the report over the intercom. Judas goat aboard, thought Mutex, smiling. "Send frogkopf up here as soon as he's got some dry clothes on him. Lieutenant, take us out of here". The sub slipped silently out of the harbor, giving a wide berth to the surface ship that was making for the bridge.
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Gee I see all of the totals and I feel a lillte silly about getting excited when I reached $4.
Congrats frogkopf, and keep an eye on that black car.
cowrun
froggie - If you were smart you'd invest in Mike Van Kool over Crimson Razorback. Everyone knows that Van Kool rules!
Craig
- And I´m at 2784 now.
@craig - Sadly I was excited to note that I was ahead of you since I think you passed 4000 first. El Perro del Mar certainly helped me out last month!
Craig
2350 is also more than 2 years worth of emusic on my old plan- all in about 4 months.
needless to say I have some catching up to do.
Craig
while i can't provide much help when it comes to recommending enjoyable music i can contribute in other ways. namely interlude content.
a good interlude provides a bridge from one point to another and charges no fee in the process. in this instance a collection of street cred whores have gathered to share tales of exploits and are now waiting for some qualitative measure of which street cred whore has outperformed all others in a given time frame.
fortunately, interludes do not have to be reflective. in fact, many successful interludes have had nothing to do with the content they attempt to bridge.
some interludes use time travel as a means to transport the attendant from point to point; others use vagueness and made-up medical conditions to fill the gaps.
but whatever you call it, interlude content always ends up being nothing more than void avoidance.
hopefully, this interlude has helped you - in some small way - as you wrestle with the outcome frogkopf will so generously provide...
shortly.
I prefer a "where's the fish" style interlude, myself.
having missed the bridge, the gaggle of street cred whores fell into the icy waters. while concerned with ruined make-up and diluted perfume, the alpha street cred whore managed an utterance between thrashes and splashes.
where's the fish???!
Craig
in the shadows of the bridge and set back from the river's frontage road a converted warehouse serves the hamlet of castle pines simple yet warming chinese soups and noodle dishes.
the newspaper girl sits at a window seat. shortly after removing her gloves, coat and scarf a waitress appears with a large bowl of juk. the juk steams. the waitress, with a palm-up gesture, advocates the condiment caddy to the newspaper girl. smiles and leaves.
the newspaper girl, in order, sprinkles an aggressive offering of white pepper; tosses in a thick pinch of green onion; carefully balances a large bottle of sesame oil and with great attention distributes a thin drizzle; finally lifts the ceramic sparrow-shaped soy sauce container and tilts 5 small black drips into the collection.
she takes her soo gop - a ceramic soup spoon - and stirs the rice soup. noting only a few ginko balls and a healthy offering of foo juk, the newspaper girl registers this is just the way i like it...
lifting the soo gop she blows to cool the soup. she takes it in and the soup is perfectly flavored. she indulges her self a smile and looks up to take in everything - she'll let everything connect to her in her simple spiritual bliss.
to her surprise, she see no less than 10 people in free fall from the bridge and splashing into the icy waters below...