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The human repellent

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(Winamp running in Windowshade Mode)

 

I'm refining a powerful weapon to ward off the unwanted people who stray into my room.

The weapon: Winamp 5.5

The ammunition: Western Classical

 

I hate new faces showing up at my room without being invited. One way of dissuading their continued presence is to launch Winamp in the unobtrusive Windowshade mode. Winamp is seamlessly integrated with two fantastic Internet radio services: Shoutcast and AOL Radio with XM. I have a great affinity for Shoutcast.

 

I've especially developed a liking for SKY.FM and its many stations available at varying bitrates (24kbps being an obvious favorite). Try Mostly Classical to get a taste of its classical repertoire. I've long been a fan on this station but it's only now that I've begun using it as a formidable foe to the strangers. So far, so good.

 

I only fear someone actually developing a liking for my kind of music!

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