I had my canalphones (Yamaha EPH-100) in a pouch today to protect them against entropy (in the form of tangling), but it seems entropy had the last laugh; I have lost the pouch.
Seems it was found in a friend's car. Ha, entropy!
So, at ConnectiCon, I bought a CD called "Folk Y'all" because it had Banjo Bro on it. When I brought it home, my computer's CD drive couldn't read it, but it played just fine in dedicated CD players. Whatever, I thought, and continued with my day. Today, a Your Heart Breaks CD showed up (it was the only form available, for whatever reason) and now my CD drive can't read it either. I check both of these on the TvH floater laptop, and neither are detected. The fuck?
So, at ConnectiCon, I bought a CD called "Folk Y'all" because it had Banjo Bro on it. When I brought it home, my computer's CD drive couldn't read it, but it played just fine in dedicated CD players. Whatever, I thought, and continued with my day. Today, a Your Heart Breaks CD showed up (it was the only form available, for whatever reason) and now my CD drive can't read it either. I check both of these on the TvH floater laptop, and neither are detected. The fuck?
Bad pressing of the CD, I would check with the artist to see if they can send you another copy. I have dealt with this too much in the past.
CDRs couldn't always be read by old or crappy CD-ROM drives. Also, some forms of copy protection on audio CDs fuxors them for CD-ROM drives, but allows them to work in audio-only players.
CDRs couldn't always be read by old or crappy CD-ROM drives. Also, some forms of copy protection on audio CDs fuxors them for CD-ROM drives, but allows them to work in audio-only players.
Folk Y'all is a CDR, but my computer is brand new (bought this summer), so it seems odd that the drive wouldn't read them. YHB, I can't tell.
Quality control on new optical drives is basically zero. No one cares about them or uses them much anymore, so YMMV on them actually working.
If it's an audio CDR, it still could be some ill-advised copy protection. That sort of DRM basically fills the audio data with garbage that is just below the line where a CD audio player's error correction algorithm would fail. Computer optical drives will usually choke on that.
The other possibility is that the CDRs were made at high speed in bulk with consumer-level CDR drives. In those cases, the pits aren't dark enough to register on some drives.
Huh... so my dad's computer was able to copy over the YHB CD, but not Folk Y'all. This is interesting, because YHB is a real release, whereas Folk Y'all has a folded printer-paper jacket and the title is written on in sharpie -- significantly less likely to have DRM.
In yet another episode in the automotive fun files, the sticking brake drum on the van that I fixed decided to spontaneously and spectacularly un-fix itself, but locking up completely. While I was doing sixty-five km/h down the road.
Fucking arsebiscuts. Luckily I wasn't too far from home, so I walked down to the local maccas - about a klick - begged off three thick plastic trays, took them back to the van, screwed them together, jacked the van up, slipped them under the wheel and strapped it so it wouldn't fall off, and limped my way back to the house, before calling my mechanic and sending it off to the workshop on a tilt-tray. What a pain in the arse.
My new neighbor has superhuman hearing, and she's threatening to call management on noise violation for having my monitors on less than a quarter volume. ._. And this is in an apartment where I can't hear when my own *roommate* blasts his music, despite being known for blasting his speakers at full mast.
Go rent a decibel meter and use numbers to tell her to fuck off.
This. On the other side of the coin, I live across the street from a church and they seem to have started some kind of outdoor Saturday mass. With off-key singing. And megaphones. For five fucking hours every Saturday. I called 311 about four times to report a noise complaint, and I know everyone else in the neighborhood reported them too, so we'll see what happens next weekend.
Seriously, it's so loud that I can't watch anything on my computer because my speakers barely go up high enough to be heard.
We had the same problem with someone who decided to have their kitchen rebuilt in the middle of exam time. Her response was "well students are noisy so what does it matter".This was despite us being by all standards pretty good neighbours and even taking cakes to people on christmas, yet this troglodite would have none of it. What was meant to take a week took close to three and she was vile through out as were the work men she used. But because it was during the day time there was nothing we could do....save throw river cobbler into her garden....and letter box....
Two years ago, I had dorm noise issues with the suite next to ours (dubstep at four in the morning while a suitemate had a senior thesis to write). Our neighbors wouldn't respond to the RA, and it continued for most of the year.
At one point, we discovered that somebody had accidentally left their suite door open. We looked around, found a squash we had left over from Halloween (it was just late November at the time, not too gross), and chucked it into their radiator. It was worth it.
Later on we nearly got in somewhat serious trouble because one of us wrote "turn your fucking music down at 4AM" on their door in chalk. Also worth it.
At least in dorm life, usually going over and being "You are a fucking asshole, why are you even here, you should stop being such a detestable human being and turn your shit the fuck off you cretin" will do the trick. I found that most "dorm assholes" usually behave as such because they don't know their neighbors.
Hey if people are being dicks despite being asked not to then the are fair game. Case in point, one of my flat mates in first year was really into bollywood, like 4am sessions shaking the windows. Asked nicely to cut it out, dude went on to be one of my good friends.
Most noise ordinances and lease noise restrictions only apply during certain hours. So, ya know, look them up before you take any action.
Yeah, I'm pretty sure that's the case here. In other news, pretty much the entirety of the neighborhood came outside and yelled "fucking turn your volume down," because Brooklyn. We'll see if it escalates from there. I wouldn't put it past some of my neighbors to walk over with some shears and snip their microphone cord one day.
My SSD broke a while back and I was without my computer for a month or two until I gave up on getting it fixed and reinstalled windows to a shitty WD Green drive that I pulled out of my old external. It worked ok for a bit. Now, it's a lot slower, my list of torrents in uTorrent got totally corrupted, and it won't read my external that has them backed up. Chrome frequently won't open, and now I can't login to Steam without it crashing.
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CDRs couldn't always be read by old or crappy CD-ROM drives. Also, some forms of copy protection on audio CDs fuxors them for CD-ROM drives, but allows them to work in audio-only players.
If it's an audio CDR, it still could be some ill-advised copy protection. That sort of DRM basically fills the audio data with garbage that is just below the line where a CD audio player's error correction algorithm would fail. Computer optical drives will usually choke on that.
The other possibility is that the CDRs were made at high speed in bulk with consumer-level CDR drives. In those cases, the pits aren't dark enough to register on some drives.
Fucking arsebiscuts. Luckily I wasn't too far from home, so I walked down to the local maccas - about a klick - begged off three thick plastic trays, took them back to the van, screwed them together, jacked the van up, slipped them under the wheel and strapped it so it wouldn't fall off, and limped my way back to the house, before calling my mechanic and sending it off to the workshop on a tilt-tray. What a pain in the arse.
Seriously, it's so loud that I can't watch anything on my computer because my speakers barely go up high enough to be heard.
At one point, we discovered that somebody had accidentally left their suite door open. We looked around, found a squash we had left over from Halloween (it was just late November at the time, not too gross), and chucked it into their radiator. It was worth it.
Later on we nearly got in somewhat serious trouble because one of us wrote "turn your fucking music down at 4AM" on their door in chalk. Also worth it.
I'm totally kidding, but seriously.
I told him I hated him very much because of my jelliness.