I’m going to try and scan a lot of my CD covers for albums that aren’t easily found through the general sources. Not surprisingly, I have a few albums that don’t appear to exist anymore and have been forgotten to time.
A lot of my MCA Master Series CDs are not represented, so those are available. You can get them in my public SkyDrive folder. These are now hosted here on the website as a side quest.
Hopefully this helps someone out there who is looking for this album art.
It’s a little late and I’m a little light-headed and headachy from primer fumes in the room getting painted next to mine, so I thought I’d type out a random grab bag of thoughts.
Capital One wants me to go paperless with my statements. That would work for me since I do everything electronically in Money, but what about the people that would print out their statements each month from the online site? That doesn’t help anything. I think Capital One should reduce the paper ads they put in their statements and double-side their statements. That would cut paper usage more than half right there.
I was thinking one day about a borderline neurosis I had growing up. Thanks to my short attention span, it never really developed. I used to anthropomorphize everything. I used to imagine chairs clamoring to have me sit in them, and the rest would be disappointed. Some items I owned would be proud that they have served me so well, and others would be sad that I don’t use them enough. I’m sure some psychologist would say I had some disorder that I couldn’t accept the fact that it’s impossible to please everyone. Then I would get drugs – that’s a given anymore.
One of the creepiest and most disturbing thoughts that I thought up in my youth and still have to force myself to not think about is: No one really knows what happens when you die. What if you are just trapped in your body? Not so bad for humans – you die, you get put in a box and you rest until you decompose and you disappear. But what about animals, specifically roadkill? You get hit with a car and die. Then someone else runs over you and you feel the impact again. And again, and again. Slowly, you start to disintegrate and the pain becomes less with each passing car. Finally, you are not much more than a spot and you begin to decompose and disappear. Physiologically, I guess that’s not possible since the nerves couldn’t transmit the sensations to the brain, still it’s a morbid thought.
I’m bugged by Circle K’s new ads with the line, "Gotta buck? Get a snack." I don’t have any problem at all with informal speech in ad copy, but if you’re going to do it, it needs to be correct. "Gotta" is not short for "Have a", it’s short for "Have got to". Idiots.
My previous complaint about Mercedes radio ads has been continued with a Lincoln ad. I guess the dealerships are owned by the same person, or the marketing company got both as accounts. More pompous people talking about how other people think their car (and I guess the owner by extension) is so great. I really don’t think the customer testimonial idea is so great. Maybe it is, though, and I’m just not their target market. Thank god for that.
Here’s a rant. This is a peeve of mine. I was at Wendy’s and I went back up to the counter for a refill. I took the lid off the cup and the counter girl asked what I was drinking. Coke, obviously. So she grabs a new cup and starts putting ice in it. I’d seen this many times and it always angered me at the simple waste of a cup.
So I asked, can’t you just use this cup? She said no, that I might have a cold and not know it, or I might have "done something" to the cup, and that it was a health risk for her to take it; they could get sued. Ok. I understand. She gave me my new drink and I asked "can you throw this one away?" Sure. She took it from me and I said, "Now you’re touching my cup. Why couldn’t you fill it?" she quickly countered with "but I can wash my hands afterwards." And you could have washed your hands after filling the dirty, filthy, customer cup, too.
But America doesn’t think like that. A bunch of germophobic, sue-happy morons. Here’s a clue: Germs don’t obey the law. You and your immune system are either stronger than them or you will succumb to them. You can’t pass laws and policies that will stop them.