Undecided
This is either the most loltastic lolcat EVER or the most terrifying thing since The Grudge.
Author: John
Gaaaaah!
Ok, so I have a couple of Solaris LDOMs running on a big über-core SPARC T5240. I also have a pile of old E220s, Netras and 450s running an Oracle based webapp that I’m migrating to LDOMs as a proof of concept. Except they’re on separate networks and the gateway is a little linux box.
Podcast Overload
So, I’ve had a backlog of podcasts to listen to for a while now, on a wide range of different subjects. Well, thanks to roadworks on the way to work, I’ve finally caught up with them all. So, I thought, I’m going to have a wee look in the iTunes podcast directory and see if
Tuba Toothpaste (will the bad jokes never end?)
Well, that’s an odd thing! Getting a bit better now – the repeated scales and slurring exercises have enabled me to at least wrest a tune from its brassy bowels. Or something. But the odd thing is, since exercising in earnest, I can actually get a reasonable sound of a Mrs Gubbins tenor horn and
Breaking News
According to the BBC, swimming about in green stuff has the effective of – well – staining you green. And for those doubting thomases amongst us who may be sceptical of this, they’ve even provided a video of a polar bear. With green on it. I’m glad my license fee is going towards this kind
Tuba Smartie Pt. II
Slurring. That’s what I need to do. Low G/A -> F is flawless. G -> B Fine. High(er) C->F fine. Low G/A -> High(er) F not as smooth as it could be – mostly because of the changes in embouchure at C, G and C. So back to C->G->C->G->C slurring. Over and over again. Until
Tuba Smarties
Well, I’ve got a shot of a Bb Bass from the band. It’s certainly different from the baritone – needs a lot more air through it for a start. It’s not just the air though – my embouchure technique, while fine for my baritone, needs to be completely changed. The mouthpiece on the Bass is
All’s well that ends well.
Today was an odd day. Everything went remarkably smoothly in the morning and then Epic Fail began to flow across the interweb at me from the East. Fortunately, a few swift verbal corrections to counter the ridiculous groundless assertions (No! Black is NOT white!) countered the incoming bogon flux and from there the day improved.
It’s raining – reprise
Well, when I got up this morning, the rain had stopped and the sun was out. But it’s raining again! Bucketing down! With gusto. I mean, it’s really really trying hard.