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Cake day: June 19th, 2023

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  • The headphones, and any other gear, probably make some difference; I’m balling on a budget, with some tin t2s for iem, and beyer 770s (80 ohm) for cans, through a fiio DAC for the cheaper devices (but my main player is an old lg g7). Now and then I’ll break out the portapros, and it’s more prevalent since they tend to be a little muffled in the mids and highs no matter what they’re plugged into.

    But just the difference between something like gmmp, phonograph, musicolet, vanilla, etc, it can be a huge difference for me. Gmmp is decent, but there’s static where there shouldn’t be, and using the eq tends to distort on the low end even at low amounts of boost.

    Can’t recall if vinyl stood out from the rest of the pack or not, since it’s been a couple of years since I did an extended comparison. All of the ones using the standard android audio processing were prone to some degree or another of mudiness to my ears. Some would get distorted playing through anything other than headphones, particularly with hip-hop and house tracks. That was with multiple aux cables, Bluetooth, and on multiple devices.

    But, yeah, I would love it if max ported his eq app to other platforms.



  • People answer phones?

    It’s a meme among people that know me that you pretty much have to leave a message if a text won’t do. I genuinely can’t remember the last phone call I answered. Thinking back, it was when my dad was having surgery, and they give calls with updates. That was maybe three years ago?

    But I’ve been doing that since I got my first answering machine back in the nineties. I fucking hate talking on the phone. Even as a teenager, if it wasn’t someone I was having sex with, it wasn’t going to be a long call. The only exceptions were my two best friends, and my grandmother. One grandmother just didn’t call to chat. The other only called rarely, and you don’t fucking ignore your grandmother. Neither grandfather was going to call either. My mom’s dad would drive over if he wanted to talk about something with one of us. The other was dead.

    There are two people I would answer a call from, my wife and my best friend. But they’d never call outside of an emergency because they know I hate phones for talking. I probably would for my dad, but he hates phones almost as much as I do.








  • Yeah, this is the wrong place to post this. It’s tangential at best to technology as whole.

    That being said, it is an important issue, and I would suggest posting it in the places another user suggested.

    I have a whole mini diatribe about formal english vs colloquial and how formal will eventually catch up on this matter, but this isn’t the C/ for it. So holla at me if/when you post it elsewhere and you’re interested in that take.





  • The porn fairy was, very often, more of someone quickly dumping something they didn’t want found.

    However, the really big piles were sometimes a person’s little self-love spot away from their home, for one reason or another.

    My grandparents lived adjacent to a big stretch of woodland. A half hour hike away from their house, and there was a run down old shack that had hundreds of various magazines. Just the slowly decaying stacks of playboy were astounding in number, and went back decades, though with plenty of gaps.

    Best guess on that one was a specific gentleman that had owned the land, or his son. The overgrown path that was barely detectable led roughly towards their house. Considering the rather fiery and hyper-religious nature of the lady of the house, it could have been either, though if it was the son, he had picked up a lot of old issues at some point. Which, some people do.

    But there were penthouses and hustlers too. It was kinda crazy.




  • Yeah, obviously, or the title wouldn’t even have happened.

    And it’s been that way for a while now. Back when windows 10 happened, I was able to install mint, get most of my preferred programs set up, and handle data transfer with zero CLI use. Which was awesome, because my dyslexic ass would have taken forever otherwise. It wasn’t until I started putzing around for pop and giggles that I even opened a terminal.

    My mom w as able to jump right in after installation of mint, and go through the gui to try things out, no issues.