I wasn't going to post anything today, it being my birthday and everything. The 'everything' being having been up to the early hours last night, following my post-pub decision to install that new TV, after I came home to find that everyone on the old TV were no longer green, but lilac. Having got it more or less sorted, with my twin-tuned HD freeview recorder plugged in and the TV's own freeview tuner up and running, I then decided to try and start recording a new pod cast, before finally going to bed and listening to someone else's podcast. Having listened back to the stuff I recorded, I've decided to scrap it and start again. It just didn't sound like what I want to do podcast-wise these days. Lately, I've been listening to Bug Out
, a podcast by PQ Ribber, which you can find over at Onsug,com
, and I've been left feeling that my own efforts are decidedly inadequate by comparison. (I'd urge you all to give Bug Out
a listen. Whilst it certainly won't be to everyone's taste, I find PQ Ribber's mix of various off-beat pop culture elements, taking in soundscapes, old radio serials, film reviews and chat about esoteric postcards and old editions of Life
magazine, fascinating. I've also chatted with PQ a couple of times on the - now defunct - Nightstation
site and can confirm that he's one of the good guys).
Consequently, I'm rethinking the Sleazecast
, both in terms of content and format, and hope to start again on number seven later this week. But getting back to that new TV, I have to say that, picture-wise, it doesn't seem to be much of an improvement over the old one. OK, I know that I haven't been watching anything in HD on it, but nonetheless, I've heard so much hype about how superior the picture quality of LCD screens are compared to the old tubes, that I was expecting better. As for the sound quality, I actually think that it is somewhat inferior to the old one. Like just about every flat screen TV I've watched, it sounds distinctly tinny. Gripes aside, I finally managed to get the DVD player connected up this afternoon, (unlike its predecessor, the TV has only one scart socket - used by the twin tuner/recorder - so I had to connect it up through a set of AV cables), so I've been able to indulge in an Italian zombie movie marathon, (I'm between films right now). That, together with a steady stream of toasted sandwiches and mugs of tea, interspersed with a typically off centre text conversation with my best friend, have made this a pretty enjoyable birthday, so far. Anyway, I'm going to have a bath now, before cracking open the beers for the last leg of the zombie marathon...
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