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September 02, 2001

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Unsettling...

Well I aced my first quiz of the semester (linear algebra), so to celebrate I ordered a couple road runner videos off of amazon.com. Well, that's not the only reason I did, the real reason goes something more along these lines. I was incredibly tired last night so I go to bed at like, 8pm. I wake up this morning at 9. After deeming attempts to go back to bed futile, and that noone is awake at 9am on Saturday mornings at this school, I decided a few things should probably get done. So I put all the dishes away out of the dishwasher, I took out the garbage, and I cleaned up the living room. But it was still only like, 9:07, still about 2 hours 53 minutes short of when I expected Hans to wake up. So I made out a check to the university for tuition, and that reminded me to finally update my credit card billing address. Then, I said, oh I need to update my amazon one-click information incase I decide to order something. And when I got to the page, what was sitting on the screen in my suggested items list but the bugs bunny and road-runner movie. For once amazon got it right :P. So now I'm at my computer and I start looking at ebay cause now I feel like buying stuff, but alas nothing on ebay cought my eye, well, nothing that wouldn't put me in the street anyway, but I think we've all had things like that :P.

You must watch this video for it is probably the coolest thing you will see today. Whereas, conversly, these are probably the stupidest people you will see today. Just to help you get your berrings set.

There is a blank wall in our aparment, and it's begging for something to go there... posters just won't do here, it's the outlet that bugs me, it's right in the center, it's saying, "plug something into me, that's what I'm here for, not just a vaccuum damn it." hmmm, it's getting to me, we are going to have to do something about it.

September 06, 2001

Hello ladies and gents, sorry, no children allowed to this entry though. I feel like I'm going to swear sometime in the course of this, so if this offends you, simply skip over the naugty words while reading. It's not that I'm particularly mad as everything seems to be going alright once again, but just something in the air just makes me feel like... ah fuck it, I don't know what I'm talking about.

So as some people have pointed out on the front page of the site yes I have, in fact, been dead for the past week. I've been talking to my doctors and they said that I'm recovering very well all things considered, and that I should be fine shortly. In all seriousness, my death, unfortunately for all of you, was only in the internet sense. This is largely do to the jackasses over at eGix who are (until we get DSL) our internet service providers. Unbeknownst to us when we signed up, was that despite their cleverly concocted name, they do not actually "provide" anything beyond the finger for people who use windows2000 when it comes to problems arising. So eventually with much coaxing (and foul language) hans was able to get his point across to them and we now have our internet connection again. This would otherwise have hit me as a rather large inconvienence to lose my internet connection for almost a week but I did incur a larger problem during the course of this outage.

So I'm restarting my computer and I'm tired of having to always select windows2000 from the linux boot manager (LILO for all you geeks out there) when I want to use it, as I found myself using win2k much more often. So I load up linux and open up the appropriate control panel, and set win2k as the default OS to boot from. All satisfiend with my new changes I closed the control panel and restarted. Apparently I must have moved my mouse in just the wrong way at just the wrong time because the option that must have gotten selected from the control panel was "corrupt master boot record on hard drive and disallow data to be read in any mannor whatsoever". What the motivation was to include that "option" so close to other useful ones is beyond me, but maybe I'm just an ignoramous, and I haven't come to fully appriciate linux as a workstation OS. So my computer sat dead for a couple of days cause I didn't feel like looking at anything that could destroy my data with such wanton abandon. I sat, contemplating strategies to get my computer all worky-like again, whilest avoiding the urge to run around screaming like chicken little about the, no doubt, horrible torture my files were going through on there little prison of a partition somewhere on my hard drive. But, as luck would have it, although the sky was in fact falling, I had an acme sky-proof umbrella^TM. I won't bore you with the details of how I fixed it, but it involved manually mounting the hard disk and rebuilding the master boot record and the windows boot sector from scratch, if that's not something exciting to do with an afternoon, then I just don't know how to live!

So now I have a computer and an internet connection again so I can once again recieve the ads for things like dog chow and Organza, "the indecently sensual new fragrance" which, by the way, I recall my sister saying smelled something on the order of a roach poison or a weed killer. I don't know about you, but nothing gets me excited like RAID.

Well, well, well, Saturday is the big day coming up here, my sister is getting married (suddenly scenes of little kids running up to me as I walk into a door, all shouting, "hey it's uncle Ryan" shoot through my head... eak, creeping me out) and so I get to drive like a retard to get 160 miles home in rush hour traffic in about 2 and a half hours tomorrow. Sounds like fun to me. But yeah, the wedding should be a lot of fun according to what I've heard of weddings. I'm warning my sister though, it better be fun cause I'm missing about three parties this weekend to be there (disclaimer: the last sentence was probably one of the least serious ones ever to be recorded to this site. thank you for your cooperation and we now return you to the regulerly scheduled kick to the balls, er, program, yes, program)

I hate to disappoint you all with the news of my current departure, but I'm afraid I must plug myself back into the playstation2 to play Grand Turismo 3 again.

September 07, 2001

All I can say is that my life is pretty plain. I like watchin' the puddles gather rain. And all I can do is just pour some tea for two, and speak my point of view. But it's not sane, It's not sane. I just want some one to say to me, "I'll always be there when you wake." You know I'd like to keep my cheeks dry today, So stay with me and I'll have it made. And I don't understand why I sleep all day. And I start to complain that there's no rain. And all I can do is read a book to stay awake. And it rips my life away, but it's a great escape, escape......escape......escape...... All I can say is that my life is pretty plain, you don't like my point of view. you think I'm insane. Its not sane......it's not sane.

This is one of those songs that you find on your computer, you don't remember how the hell it got itself there, but I swear I've listened to this two dozen times now and I just love it... If I had a connection to bearshare that actually worked I would see what else they had going for them cause I don't really have time to run out to best uy right now. Maybe whilest I'm at home I'll get some cds for the way back, that or make them, either way I'm getting pretty tired of the dozen or so that have been in my car for the last... well, since I've had the car :P

Crisby has a new site in the making called Llamanade.net where he will continue in the style of the wonderful world of crispy from the days of old. I tossed him a slightly modified version of the posting script from the old kellhounds site, so we can all now sit back, relax, and bask in his new site's verdure... ...just as soon as he makes me a new banner ad... :P

I got my road runner tapes today, but sadly, there will be no watching them til I get back because there simply isn't time at the moment. I still have another class before I make my way to my car, and shortly thereafter make my way to the gas pedal to get there (suddenly images of my fair lady come to mind. People drinking singing and dancing shouting, "I'm getting married in the morning, ding dong the bells are gonna chime, something something something, just get me to the church on time.") I'm starting to think that maybe I have a slightly overactive imagination with all these interruptions.

So how 'bout those MTV music video awards... You know, while I don't usually watch MTV, and I can't stand TRL (that show where all the teeny-boppers gather round, listen to N'Sync and celebrate when it turns out one of them's name just happens to be jennifer lopez or something like that) I actually like watching the awards. Because hey, Alicia Keys and U2 were performing so I was sold. It was occasionally funny too so that was a plus. But yeah, the fact that "Pop" by N'Sync won any awards, much less like 4 or however many it won I don't really care, was an atrocity.

Eh, maybe my humor is very similar (sometimes painfully) to Tycho's, but I like to look at it this way. Be happy there are more people like us, because we certainly don't need many more people like him.

September 11, 2001

I wasn't going to write today because my left arm is rather sore from getting a blood sample taken, but I feel compelled to show how I feel about the events that have taken place this morning...

I think that everyone has been looking on at the news coverage, and at reports of the happenings at New York, no doubt at the Pentagon, and I think that there is a surreal auora to it all. I think it has taken a while for what happened to sink in, simply because nothing even approaching this magnatude has happened to the United States or even anywhere. I don't really want to go on and on about innocence lost, or other trite sayings like that, but I hope that by all means we take something from this.

Many things happen to us in our lives, some fantastic, some tragic, and it's never just what happens to you that defines who you are, it's how you bare it, and how it affects you. The disaster in New York this morning is something that happened to us as a nation, and, as suggested by the BBC, as a free world. I'm glad to see that so far, the efforts of the people of New York have been nothing short of exemplary at getting as many people out of harms way, and to help as possible. I think we could have generally handled it a lot differently, and a lot worse then we did, and I'm glad to see that didn't happen.

I think that in the upcoming days, during the aftermath we will start to see not only final statistics that will make us feel dreadful, but no doubt images that will set this aside from anything we can remember. But along side that, I hope we see continued efforts, to keep life, and all the things that life in America stands for, in tact.

This is the worst atrocity to take place against America since the attack on Pearl Harbor, and I don't think I need to remind anyone what the ultimate fate of our enemies was then.

September 14, 2001

You're beautiful, that's for sure. You'll never ever fade. You're lovely but it's not for sure, that I won't ever change. And though my love is rare, Though my love is true; I'm like a bird, I'll only fly away. I don't know where my soul is, I don't know where my home is. (and baby all I need for you to know is) I'm like a bird, I'll only fly away. I don't know where my soul is , I don't know where my home is, All I need for you to know is... Your faith in me brings me to tears, Even after all these years. And it pains me so much to tell, that you don't know me that well. And though my love is rare, Though my love is true, I'm like a bird, I'll only fly away. I don't know where my soul is, I don't know where my home is. (and baby all I need for you to know is) I'm like a bird, I'll only fly away. I don't know where my soul is , I don't know where my home is. All I need for you to know is... It's not that I wanna say goodbye. It's just that every time you try to tell me that you love me, each and every single day I know, I'm going to have to eventually give you away. And though my love is rare, and though my love is true; hey I'm just scared, that we may fall through.

That song has a pretty nifty video if you get MTV I'm sure if you watch it for 15 minutes in the next couple days you'll get to see it, they play it almost as much as "drops of jupiter", and "Stuck in a Moment" Don't get me wrong, I think all three of these songs are great, it's just they are more over-played then the weather.

Well, here's where I offer a view that I know most of you won't really care for all that much...

After discussing it, killing off all the terrorists in the world is futile, it's simply not going to happen. In playing that game, we will find our self sitting in front of a whack-a-mole carnival attraction. Slamming the little club down harder and harder as the little bastard rodents poke their heads up for the world to see for moments at a time. And dog gone it, no matter what our high score gets up to, the fucking moles don't leave us alone. So, let's examine another option. We stop putting quarters into the game. We let the club swing by it's plastic teather, and go back to what the amusement park is really there for, spending 8 dollars on a hot dog and riding roller coasters.

We would all love to teach the terrorists a lesson or two about what Americans are made of, it's what we've always done. America has had a major war every 15 years or so since it was created, I'd say we're almost due right? Hell we should be so greatful to have someone give us a reason to roll tanks into their country to keep our record going.

An alternative solution that noone wants to do...

We clean up New York, we have our blood drives, we donate our dollars to help the victims families, and we leave it at that. It is possible to love your country and be humble about it. And if we want to avoid terrorists attacks, it is simply the best way to go. Terrorists don't go after the humble, it would be retarded. Instead they go after America, Isreal, Ireland, and the like. While we should take open declarations of war seriously, and respond to them with military resolve. The same can't really be said for terrorism. While it's all fine and dandy to arrest people that set off a bomb or hijack a plane, it would also be wise to start examining what it was we were or are doing that made them do it. I wouldn't call the horrible attack earlier this week a "random act of violence", to do so is to dilute reality. Responding to these attacks in a humble way will not be a sign of weakness on our part. It will be anything but. I think it's quite obvious to anyone on the planet that the United States has the resources to outgun, outman, and outfight any other group, country, or group of coutries out there. And they all know we are willing to do it if we have to. This stature was obtained in wars like the persian gulf war, WWII, and, at the very begining, the revolutionary war and the war of 1812. It was not obtained by chasing hijackers into Afghanastan and launching cruise missles at them. What I don't think the rest of the world is willing to acredit us with, is the ability to not do all these things. Everyone expects us to get into a big battle over this because we have been typecasted as the super-power that can't swallow it's pride. If we showed the wisdom to choose peace over bloodshed it would have a far greater impact on the world, and on all those terrorist groups, then getting our revenge.

This doesn't sound like the thing to do, but often times it's not always easy to do "the right thing". Deep down I think a part of you agrees with me here, so maybe try and let that part have it's day here.

September 16, 2001

Now that she's back in the atmosphere, Drops of Jupiter in her hair. She acts like Summer, and walks like rain. Reminds me that there's a time to change. Since her return from her stay on the moon. She listens like Spring, and talks like June heyayayaya. and, Tell me did you sail across the sun? Did you make it to the milky way, to see the lights are faded, and that heaven is overrated? Tell me did you fall from a shooting star? one without a permanent scar? And did you miss me, while you were lookin for yourself out there? Now that she's back from that soul vacation, Tracing her way through the constellation, She checks out Mozart, while she does Tae-bo. reminds me that there's room to grow? Now that she's back in the atmosphere, I'm affraid that she might think of me as, plain ol jane told a story about a man who was too afraid to fly, so he never did land. so tell me did the wind sweep you off of your feet? Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day, and head back to the milky way? Tell me did Venus blow your mind? Was it everything you wanted to find? and then you missed me while you're lookin for youself out there. Can you imagine, no love, pride, deep fried chicken? Your best friend always stickin up for you even when I know you're wrong? Can you imagine no first dance? freeze dried romance? 5 hour phone conversation? The best soy latte that you ever had and me. Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet? did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day, And head back toward the milky way? tell me did you sail across the sun? did you make it to the milky way to see the lights are faded, and that heaven is overrated? tell me did you fall for a shootin star, one without a permanent scar? and then you miss me while you're lookin for yourself.

VABuckeye416 (10:04:01 PM): hey
Auto response from chaz720 (10:04:01 PM): trying to invent rules for "drinking monopoly"...
VABuckeye416 (10:04:16 PM): every time you land on another person's property you have to drink a shot ;-)

My god she is out of her mind... Well, that, or she really really doesn't like playing Monopoly and wants to get it over with. I really gotta watch what I put up as an away message. I guess I'm just glad that people besides me get bored from time to time and read people's away messages...

Well, I bought one and there are more to come now that I've gotten started. It's like an addiction that you can't get over until it consumes your home and everything in it. Yes, of course I'm talking about anime wall scrolls. If you or anyone you know has purchased any anime wall scrolls, be sure to monitor them closely, or soon you will find them everywhere. Basically fabric spread between two black rods and hung from a string at the top, they have about them a certain finished look that you just don't get from posters. And above all that, they only use one tack to hang them... one tack I tell you it's ingenious!

I'm considering buying a new case for my computer because the case I have is simply too big to fit into the cubby hole on my desk. And since I value making the most out of cubby holes and drawers all in and around my desk like I value my wall scrolls (I have my scanner under my bed in a drawer) I have to be sure that my computer gets it's right spot. This is one of those cosmetic things that doesn't get attributed a whole lot of money so I might do it I might not. Besides, it'll be hard to beat a case like the one I got when it comes to convienence of installing stuff. Eh, I'll see how things go.

An update on the national tragedy and reaction options...

Joel sent me this link and I really thought it was worth taking a look at. Countries around the world have become united by the tragedy last Tuesday. And after the mourning is over, the rest of the world is going to look over to the United States to see what we do. And in this situation there is one of two things that can happen. It will either bring out the best in us, or it will bring out the worst in us. Try to imagne what would happen right now, as the rest of the world lights candles and holds signs signaling unity, we choose to simply rebuild the towers and put an end to it. At the risk of sounding like a hippy here, this would send a stronger message around the world. The analogy Joel used was when someone tries to annoy you and you ignore them, not only will they give up trying to annoy you, they will look like fools to themselves and to everyone else. and although Afghanastan may be a safe haven for terrorists, fools don't even get their mind as a place to retreat.

September 19, 2001

It seems as though everyone I know, both at this school and at many other schools, has been swamped this week. Given, I have had quite a bit of work to get through myself, but the general situation feels strange. I remember I used to be able to work on some things for a while and then take a break and grab someone and go run to the store, or talk with them for a while. If I do that now the way it feels can be best described in this scenario...

Sitting in a computer lab where all the computers face one direction, and each one has someone typing frantically away at the keyboard as though his or her life depended on it. And then for just a moment I stopped typing and stood up to strech because my back was a little stiff. And in doing this I draw the attention of everyone in the room, as they stop typing and turn to give me the look like, "you fool! you'll get us all killed!!!"

September 21, 2001

take me down. 6 underground, the ground beneath your feet. laid out low, nothing to go, no where or way to meet. i've got a head full of drought, down here. so far off from losing out, round here. overground, watch this space. i'm open to falling from grace. calm me down, bring it round, to way high up your street. i can see like nothing else, in me you're better than i wanna be. don't think cuz i understand, i care. don't think cuz i'm talking, we're friends. overground, watch this space. i'm open to falling from grace. talk me down, safe and sound. too strung up to sleep. wear me out. scream and shout. swear my time's never cheap. i fake my life like i've lived too much. i'll take whatever your giving. not enough overground, watch this space. i'm open. i fake my life like i've lived too much. i'll take whatever you're giving, not enough. over ground, watch this space. i'm open to falling from grace.

so yeah a couple changes to the main posting screen on the front, really I was getting sick of people having to post twice to say what they were trying to say and I don't think that I'm alone there.

Yay, it's almost the weekend (I have one more class in about 25 minutes) and then I get to relax for a couple days, thank god. The purdue folks are driving over to go to a big 'ol frat party tonight and then maybe I'll have some people over here tomorrow and we can have another one tomorrow.

I got my new case that fits my desk like a glove I just have to move my computer over into it now, but I probably won't do that until I get my new cd-burner.

about the cd-burner... my old one has apparently kicked the bucket after 4 and a half years of service and god knows how many cds. I'm not sure how much I used it, but who knows, I could have possibly reached the MTBF of the drive. But regardless of why, the symptoms are quite clear... it no worky... so I ordered a new yamaha SCSI drive to replace it, 16x10x40 for about 120 after shipping, I find it hard to replace a dead part ona computer with the same thing when it costs 20 dollars more to get one that is twice as fast. Sadly this is going to be cut short by the fact that I have my last class of the week soon...

September 24, 2001

Let's hear it for Monday everyone! Monday is like that uncle that you know is going to show up for thanksgiving every year, and all he ever really ends up doing is getting drunk and trying to pick a fight with your 4 year old cousin because he "looked at him funny". Similarly, even though we know exactly what's going to happen at the begining of the workweek we just keep inviting Monday to come along and ruin everything.

This weekend the Purdue outcasts came to the U of I to party with Toby, Myself, and Toby's frat. Good music, good dancing, beer, and yet there was a certain lack of glowsticks that could use some explaining. Of course this is just me complaining, it's most likely for the betterment of all things right and good in the world that I not be allowed to dance with glowsticks. Afterwords we watched Blow, again, and called it a night. Saturday we did rather large quantities of absolutely nothing in particular and they took off Sunday around noon. Ah yes Sunday, I slept most of the day Sunday as I was tired as hell for no apparent reason and I had a headache from hell again. Don't you just hate those ones from hell?

It's getting a little chilly outside and you all know what time it means it is! Time for all the damn dirty bugs to die. I take a probably unhealthy delight in knowing that all the misquitos and crickets die around here during the winter cause it means I won't get bitten by them or have to listen to them when I'm trying to fall asleep because they overrun our air conditioner that is just outside my window. I know it's how they communicate, but my god can't they rub their damn legs together slower or something and get the same message accross? Imagine if people spoke at 130 decibals, not only would we all go horribly deaf, but I think most other species of the planet would spend some more effort on creating anti-human spray so that they could all get some rest.

As I was typing this I just got my new wallscrolls in the mail, so I'm going to hang those now, I'll get pictures of them up here tomorrow, but for now, I have class, later

September 26, 2001

Hans: not this again, didn't you make your point clear enough last year when you did this.
Ryan: no
Hans: c'mon stop rippin' on me so much. It's not all that funny.
Ryan: I thought I banned you from my room, what are you still doing here?

It's that time of the year again. I lived with Hans last year for so long before I broke down and let it all out on my website. This year I even tried getting a seperate room away from him yet his imbiclic tendencies still persist. And I see no end of all this in the near future so I will again procede to cut him down not only has a roommate but also as a member of the human race and unworthy inhabitant of this very planet. The first thing that gets on my nerves is the database of jokes he's pulling from. I'm not sure where he gets his humor from but it appears to be a shallow well. the jokes consist primarily of

Jokes about asses.
Jokes about what he thinks I should do with various objects.
See 1.

There is only so many times I can laugh at the jokes before rage builds up inside me and I want to turn him inside out and throw him off the roof

So now I'm trying to move my boot partition from my 27GB drive to my 40GB drive because I won't have room for both of them in my new case and I plan to sell it to Jesse because she said she was in the market for one. After numerous attempts have resulted in no progress, Hans walks into the room. He took a moment to remove the 3.5" disks from his mouth to tell me that Drive Image doesn't like to read NTFS (windows 2000) partitions

So I ask him if he's got any ideas and, again removing the disks from his mouth, he tells me to try booting into dos to use ghost. Well, after that and a couple other suggestions that prooved non-useful he picked up a football rubbed it on his ass and then threw it to me. I cought it and he exclaimed, "ha ha that football touched my ass!"

As a bit of a disclaimer, I don't really hate Hans this was more of a joke than anything so just in case he ends up dead tomorrow morning you all won't go suspecting it was me.

September 30, 2001

Okay, it had been a long week, and now I've moved on to a rather interesting weekend. Physics tests and Linear algebra quizes done, and a final draft of a Philosophy paper, a Linear Algebra Test and a Computer Science test coming up next week. Followed the week after by a Philosophy essay test. This should keep me... entertained... for the next couple weeks, but following that is smooth sailing and few worries for at least a couple weeks. But regardless there is still plenty of time in my day to waste on retarded stuff like the internet.

Yesterday was Katie's birthday so there was a big party right upstairs with a keg and whatnot, plus David had some old friends in town so they had a keg as well, so we played a lot of cards and talked and what not, good times, good times. Every time there is a party like this it seems to turn into a reunion of the 15th floor from last year and everyone shows up. I doubt there has been a floor in the history of IT that has had such a cool collection of people as there were on the 15th floor last year. And even if there has been, we'd still hold the record for the ones that got along the worst with biulding management. Jesse tells me we were all collectively refered to as the "rat bastards of 15" with all the water fights, parties, and general noise pollution. It feels like quite an accomplishment.

So I have my new case and cd-burner, and it is all put together like I want, and it all looks great in my desk. No more giant tangle of wires and a big-ass case in the area where I am trying to put my legs. Now I can actually relax my legs and sit comfortably at my desk. That and I don't have to move the keyboard tray to have access to my cd-drives. Oh what a life it is. When I first set everything up, I had started out being careful wit the cabling and neatly tucking it all away along the edges of the case and what not, but somewhere in the middle of it all I think I gave up and left 2 or 3 cables kinda wadded up in the middle and said screw it. So I put my computer together and put it in the desk, and after using it for about a day or so I noticed that the air coming out of the space above the computer was rather hot. Hotter than I'd expected it to be anyway. So out of curiousity I restarted the machine and checked the CPU and system temperatures. Lo and behold, the CPU was running at 145�F and the system was at 122�F. Not exactly prime operating conditions... So last night I took the machine apart, replaced the power supply with a different one I have that has two fans in it to move more air, and I recabled the problem area and tucked all the cables away nicely. Probably half and hour of work. I haven't had the computer running for a day since then, but it's been about 2 hours and I image it's gotten right around as hot as it's going to get, and that is somewhere along the lines of 125�F for the CPU, and 97�F for the system. Not bad for adding a fan and moving some cables around.

So, news on the "Penguins Can't Fly" (pcf) front. Joel has been playing with the new purdue server that will be going up probably in a week or so. He's taking this opportunity to learn more about unix, so he downloaded and installed FreeBSD on the server and is setting it up. Once it's working it should be pretty damn sweet. Also in pcf news, I am all but done with the pcf webpage backend, I finally worked out some issues with storing all the user information, and you can now login, the program gives you a session ID, and you can navigate the admin page all you want for half an hour at which point the session ID expires and you have to re-login. The different features you will have after logging in will be the abilty to post news to the main page of the site, send an e-mail to the team via a constantly updated list, and manage your user profile including your password, your e-mail address, and other information about you. I have started priliminary work on the main page itself and I still need to get a color scheme that I like going before I do much else, the layout will be pretty triditional looking I think, nothing to out of whack, and as for a flash intro... well... we'll see how I'm feeling when I get the rest done.

I have written a little script that actually lets me allow other people to view a list of all the files in any given directory on my site. I know apache will do this for you if you set executable permissions on the directory but, alas, this site is hosted on a windows2000 machine, so fooey on that plan. So bottom line, I wrote a little script, you can see it in action here just don't go bogarting that mp3 directory too badly or I might get yelled at :(

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