The following Dodgers have been smited by the JDK for their crimes against Jam:
All the girls! for picking on the JDK and damaging his already delicate self esteem!
The Basserd Who Nicked Copper's Stuff For the offense of nicking Copper's stuff. You are a tw*t, whoever you are and we all hope you get run over by a tram in Nottingham. Or Liverpool. Or whereever else they have trams!
Copper For the crime of playing with her Wii instead of her Jammie pals!
Over the past few weeks I have been fighting a battle against the hordes of people in my office who:
a) complain that it is too hot; and
b) keep putting boxes, folders, books, newspapers, gullotines and any other objects they can find on top of the air conditioning vents.
There are 3 vents in our office, kinda set into the windowsill. The one nearest me has a gilloutine and two paper boxes on it. The next one down has a phone directory, a sort code book, an AA Road Map book and a pile of files on it and third one is currectly blocked by yet another pile of files and 2 reams of paper for the printer next to it.
Bit warm in here. Every time I mention it, however, I get tutted at. Then they go back to their complaining about the temperature.
In a similar vein - in my team we have a building services engineer, so he is always called on to adjust the a/c.
His usual strategy is to do nothing, then send an e-mail to the complainant 20 minutes later explaining that he has turned it up (down?) and how are they finding it now?.
We used to do a similar thing at the studio - it went like this...
We'd record a song and then invite the band back in a few days to hear the mix. The next morning we would mix it to our standard with fresh ears -
A couple of days later we would play the mix down to the band (who had probably driven to the studio with their car stereo blasting away) and 'take notes' on what they thought needed improving with the mix (Usually whatever instrument they happened to play needed to be louder!)
A few days later we'd invite them back and read through the list of adjustments they had asked for and then play them the mix. ALWAYS they would then say they were much happier with the mix and pay the bill - we never ever had changed the mix because as sound engineers we knew what we were doing in the first place and had mixed with fresh ears - but they would have bet their houses that the mix was different.
People is dumb...
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"Everyone has a plan, until they get punched in the face" - Mike Tyson
On a similar note to Stead's post, I came across this article today. It seems that it's not just Stead's old clients that need a bit of technical help:
They won't be belting out their songs just by Girl Power. . . but with the help of Computer Power.
For while the showbusiness world eagerly awaits their return, aides closer to them have been less enthusiastic about their vocal abilities.
So Ginger, Scary, Sporty, Baby and Posh are going into the studio to pre-record the songs for their tour - in order to mask the failings of their own live voices.
On stage, they will employ a new hi-tech system which will present those digitally-enhanced recordings as their own voices.
It works by taking the singer's live voice on stage and electronically comparing it to the perfect vocal sounds that have already been recorded in the studio.
When the girls sing out of tune on stage, the mistakes in their voices are instantaneously corrected - in less than a tenth of a second - by computer to perfect the pitch and tone. And it is this remastered "virtual voice" which belts out across the arena. The girls' vocals are altered so quickly that it will appear the resulting perfect voices are live and their own.
The system is not miming as such, because they are not just mouthing music to a backing track.
But the voices of Ginger (Geri Halliwell), Scary (Melanie Brown), Sporty (Melanie Chisholm), Baby (Emma Bunton) and Posh (Victoria Beckham) are actually changed to make them better.
"As they sing, the computer program corrects the mistakes so that the sound comes out as the desired sound - so they appear to be able to sing really well live," said an industry source. The system is being seen as a godsend for Posh - who is known for her particularly weak singing voice.
There have even been suggestions that while they are short or rehearsal time, the girls will use the computer enhancement to make sure they can perform as soon as next Sunday at the Concert for Diana at Wembley.
A Spice Girls spokesman was adamant that detailed touring logistics which would cover the use of live vocal enhancement had not yet been discussed, adding: "They all have great singing voices."
It has been a while, hasn't it. Maybe we should start a vigil. Or spam him 'til he comes back. I know... why don't you write an amazing song about how he should come and visit us and ensure it gets to number one in the US charts, so he's sure to hear it.
In other news, I present the story of someone who is dumb in an 'I accidentally shot my husband in the head while we were in bed' sort of way!
'Bullet-headache' man's wife held A US woman is facing firearms charges after doctors probing her husband's "headache" found a bullet in his head. Michael Moylan was admitted to hospital in Florida on Wednesday complaining of severe head pain. His wife April fled when a bullet was discovered.
She was subsequently arrested for illegal possession of a firearm.
Moylan, a convicted felon, later told police she had accidentally shot her husband as he slept when she drew a gun kept under her pillow.
She fired the weapon by mistake after being woken up by a burglar alarm in the early hours of Wednesday morning, reports quoted Moylan as saying.
There was a movie that had a similar scenario... "I love you to death" or something like that.. Kevin Kline and Tracey Ullman I believe. She was trying to kill him and all the ways she tried didn't work until she shot him but apparently because of all the drugs she'd given him it slowed the bleeding and he just thought he had a really nasty headache.