10 Reasons I Hate Facebook

Reason One: Those stupid captioned pictures that say things like, "If you don't like this then you are a horrible person", or "'Like' If You Support Cancer Treatment Development". Really, never expect me to like something that SAYS for me to like. EVER. Or forward email's to me that tell about the same thing.

Into The Fog [Original]

Hey guys, remember those 'themes' I kept putting up? Well I finally gave up on that melody and completely rewrote from scratch. This is the final(?) theme for the video game, "The Fog". I'll put up a link to the game as soon as we re-figure our website.

Enjoy and critique,
-AdmiralCubie

The Imagined Life

My life is by no means what one might consider ‘exciting’. Sometimes I’ll pretend it is- running across a busy street to make it look like I have something important to do, telling myself that something probably hangs by a thread and the only way for me to get there in time is to do irrationally stupid things. Of course- I guess this is true to a point, consider all the things we’ve missed in life simply by being there thirty seconds too late. I know that personally, I’ve missed plenty due to this unfortunate phenomenon. That last donut, held in reserve after an arduous meeting, only to be taken as seconds by someone else while I was too busy pretending I had a good reason for having my backpack with me.

My Last Piano Performance - Why I Do What I Do

This is it. The culmination of years of practice and composition coming together to this one event.

Tonight, in about four hours, is my last piano performance ever. The reasons for this are because I don't really have anywhere else to perform except at my mother's bi-annual performance for beginning piano students. I'm not really one of her students, nor am I a beginning musician, but I consider myself lucky nonetheless to have a place to let out my musical talent. By the time her next 'recital' comes around I'll be busy trying to graduate, getting ready for college, and possibly have no use of my right wrist due to probable upcoming surgery to deal with my carpal tunnel (or "musicians wrist" as I so 'fondly' call it).

Needless to say, I'm somewhat nervous. Dropping an instrument feels like losing an old friend, and a central part of my life. I really hope that after surgery I can even recover quickly enough to continue guitar, which doesn't require as much wrist movement. (Note that just because many guitarists move their strumming wrist a lot when playing, doesn't mean that the movement is actually necessary, and I'm not getting surgery in my left wrist after all. :P)

In memorial of the piano I've played for years, here's a timeline; complete with the music I played and my reason for playing, even though I've only had one place to play and no real support due to my lack of teaching (note that while my parents have encouraged my learning to play the piano, it was always more of 'courtesy encouragement' because they wanted to support my interests).

Cold Winter Un-Wonderland - My Bane :(

Utah's always been considered a 'special' place. It has the worlds weirdest people, smallest towns, and coldest winters.
Alright, maybe Antarctica and Alaska have the coldest winters, but no one really lives there either! Plus, Utah's winters are certainly the craziest! Somewhere between the short span of July and December, our weather goes from a hundred degrees any given day and looking like this:

To a bitter, harsh, cold, often-in-the-negatives environment much like this:

Which, if you think about it, is even more appropriate because there's snow everywhere and not a good place to sit down. :/

The Hands of a Musician - My Descent Into Motor-Impaired Chaos

So I was writing code for my programming class yesterday, and for those of you who have ever used Microsoft's "Visual Studios", you know that text appears red if the code doesn't make sense or is broken.
Now, I am by no means a professional-tier programmer, but I couldn't help but feel that there was an extraordinary amount of red on my screen. Needless to say this was a problem.
Upon closer examination, it appeared that the reason behind much of the red text, were typos! For those of you who don't know, I have the unfortunate habit of looking at my hands and not the computer screen when I type. This is not due to a state of constant inaccuracy, but rather just an unhelpful habit I've picked up over years of using my computer keyboard as a MIDI input keyboard for musical reasons. Me not paying apt attention to the screen however, caused me to fail at recognizing typos, and continue on with the seemingly endless task of computer programming homework.