The kid continues to be irritating, what with its steadfast refusal to enter the cold, angry world, breathe deep the sour medicinal air, and submit itself to the incompetent care that only I can provide it. So I took the opportunity to buy some consumer electronics.
The Radio Shack near us, in University Plaza, is going out of business (aside: Radio Shack basically screwed itself by moving away from the electronic hobbyist business towards the consumer electronics business, particularly the cell phone concentration. As soon as the major cell phone providers opened their own local stores, Radio Shack was screwed. If you want a Verizon phone, would you go to Radio Shack, or would you just go to Verizon? Plus their selection of stereos, TVs, etc. is never EVER going to rival that of Best Buy, and the fatal decision to carry videogame components [controllers, video adapters, and the like] but not actually carry the consoles or games was flat-out stutarded. Aside over), with the attendant 20-50% off everything in the store!!!! sale. I’d been planning to try and keep track of the goings on during labor (“We’ve entered our 14th hour, and Sarah is demanding to be killed. She has ripped off my right arm and has beaten a nurse to death with it. The doctors plan to increase her epidural dose”), and I realized that typing on a keyboard while Sarah is attempting to push out our progeny might be suicidal. And if I wrote it on a notebook it would be illegible. So I decided to buy a small hand-held voice recorder to use for the purpose.
Radio Shack had ’em, and on sale, so I bought this beauty:
I am pleased to report that it is heck of rad. It has enough flash storage to hold 6 HOURS of data at the highest quality, and something like 19 hours at the lowest. So far I’ve been able to use it for work to record some information at the data center, and used it to remember Sarah’s dinner order yesterday (although I still managed to screw it up), along with recording songs in the car to play back for Sarah later to make her giggle.
Hopefully in a couple days I’ll be able to released the uncut, monosonic recording of Sarah screaming “GET THIS [censored] THING OUT OF ME BEFORE I CUT OFF YOUR [censored] AND [censored] YOU IN THE [censored] WITH IT YOU [censored] [censored].” It’s gonna be AWESOME. Particularly after I produce the remixes.
After being in the “nicest room in the whole friggin hospital” 3x now, I’ll truly be impressed if you even remembered to use this.