Showing posts with label Chinese arms dealers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Chinese arms dealers. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

WTFis this Grotbox thing, anyway?


[Edited @ 10:37pm]

I've noticed that some of our listeners, staff, arms dealers, mammal smugglers and prawn smelters are unsure of what the Grotbox does. Initially, I was going to make a really horrible chart in MS paint to explain it visually, but I had an attack of laziness. (..and then an attack of industry, and stellar MSpaintage!) Instead, I took the most improbable image from a GIS of the term"Grotbox." Search it on Google if you don't believe me. I'll wait.

See? Crazy, no? Ok, so the Grotbox is just like any machine that connects to a Shoutcast server, except that it is built out of trash, and designed to run with a minimum of human intervention. It sends a single 128kbit/sec stream of audio to our shoutcast server, in beautiful Dallas, Texas, which relays it out to up to 100 listeners.

I hope you're all thinking the same thing, and I hope it's "But why don't you serve audio to everybody from that one machine, and avoid paying $15 a month to pipe it down south before listening to it?" (If you're not thinking of this, I'll wait until you are. You might wanna bookmark the page. Again, I'll wait.)

I'm not wearing underwear, so minds out of the gutter.

We rent a seperate physical stream, in a far-off datacenter, as they have massive amounts of cheap upstream bandwidth that I do not. Is that grammatical? I can't tell! Anyhow, we simply can't host 6.4mbit of upload from a home connection. Yes, we have fiber running to within a mile of us, but they don't give us a pipe that big.

So we do the next best thing, and rent huge pipes in Dallas.

To sum it all up, the Grotbox is a sad cyborg disc jockey, sending a teeny stream to Texas, where all the bandwidth is. Our Dallas-based streaming server slings the data to you when you press play.

Simple. :P

Monday, January 4, 2010

Grot The Third! Now with SAM Broadkaster!


Hiya, Fracturelings! For the one person out there still listening to the Grotbox, I've got great news! My Chinese arms dealers just sent me their yearly tribute (we're big over there) and in it was a shiny, spankin' new copy of SAM Broadkaster. Hourly station IDs are back, as is random-but-logical playlist rotation. Expect things to tighten up as I go through the 30,000-odd (some of them very odd) songs on the drive and lovingly hand-weight them for your listening enjoyment. Thanks to our 2 listeners that make us the number one radio station on some certain small sunken islands in Thailand and Micronesia. You guys rock!

Anyhow, I'm off to strip down a bunch of chocolate assault rifles.

(Edit: 10:27pm) Ok. The chocolate assault rifles are all jammed with orange marmalade, and I'm pleasantly flummoxed. Anyhow, after a short outage, the Grotbox is back up, with a smooth and snappy BBE-flavored sound. All the classic psychoacoustic limiting you've come to love, but with rich robust bass and silken highs. Enjoy!