Seasons

Merry christmahanukwanzukha and/or giftday.

Regardless of faith, have a good one.

On life

I stumbled upon this one on one of my long and late nights foraying into the internet. It's a section of quotes about life, within a greater site about more general quotations. I can't actually pick a favorite, so, here's it all for you.

Living.

I went to Metallica

And it almost went of without a hitch, aside from the hang over and missed ferry that resulted in the total obliteration of the day's plans. Up until I woke up the day after, everything was pretty sweet. In all honesty, it was a really fricken' awesome show; Metallica played every song flawlessly, including not only their new album's songs, but a lot of classics. They ended the show with Seek & Destroy; what else, right?

I basically missed both openers, which was damn sad, as I really wanted to see the first band up, The Sword, but only caught the end of the second act, Lamb of God. They were doing a pretty good job, and I'll admit that they were better than I expected; a good warm up, if nothing else.




On a side note, I figure some christmakwanzukah wishes are in order. Ladies and gents, best of the season to you.

Hope you get some awesome swag. ;)

I should be doing at least some of the work I need to get done for school, instead of posting here. With that said, I don't care.

Also, I'm going to see Metallica in Vancouver tonight, but have no idea if the person I'm going with will be available for the schedule of my existence, which could double screw me, as his place is where I'm laying rest for the night. Oh yeah, hurrah for disorganisation.

I suppose I'll have to sit around in a coffee shop for three hours, looking nervous and unsure of the validity of my life and the universe. Maybe I'll strike up a conversation with some kind of Vancouver's intelligencia, and discuss the concept of validity as a whole, entirely forgetting who and what it's being applied to. Maybe we'll find our way into deeper topics, like the meaning of life, or why they don't use cocao powder in mochas at Starbucks. Perhaps we'll start a riot against the unfair and horrible mistreatment of cocao in these modern times, and after being arrested and thrown in the drunk tank, we'll found a Non-Governmental Organisation dedicated to promoting the rights of cocao. Once our organisation has floundered from a lack of available funds, we'll get married and ride happily off into the sunset, producing twenty-some-odd spawn, each of which will be trained as generals in our army of world domination. Led by ur sons and daughters, this army will wash over the world in a wave of drunken hatred and pointless fury, ending only once the entine Earth is under the auspices of our mighty beer steins!

Oh yeah. Now I've got a plan.

On poems

My cousin writes poetry, and is rather good at it, so I decided to feature one of her poems here. This one is a pantoum, which I've never been able to write very well, so hers impressed me quite a bit. Of course the content of the poem is her creative copyright.



Green Sky

To make love under a pale green sky
To see you clean as you never were,
While the sun rises and the rain god smiles
And feel you dream of anywhere

To see you clean as you never were,
To switch off minds, and cease the trials
While you dream of anywhere
We’ll think deep thoughts and reconcile

To switch off minds, and cease the trials
Wholly real for a moment only
We think deep thoughts and reconcile
For as long as hope can hold

Fully real for a moment only
Brother, would you lie with me
For as long as hope can hold
By the running stream, ‘neath the willow tree

Brother, would you lie with me
Not a word to pass our lips
By the running stream, ‘neath the willow tree
We can say more within a kiss

Not a word will pass our lips
As we pause, not to leave
We can say more within a kiss
Now we step aside and kneel

We pause, not to leave
While the sun rises and the rain god smiles
We step aside, to kneel,
And make love 'neath a pale green sky.

On season

The skies are clouded, with wind and rain hacking at the windows. Autumn's iron grip has rolled over this part of the world with vicious fashion.

Finally!

Vote

Vote, America!

Up here, we recently had the lowest voter turn out in Canadian census history, and it brought NO CHANGE, so you had better get off your damned couch and vote.

Just DOOOOOO IIIIIIIT.

On cliche

Oh yes, I'm going to explore a cliche because I goddamn well feel like it..

The eponymous "free falling."

Often used by musicians or other famous types prone to excess; drugs, booze, sex and all manner of genuinely interesting things. In many cases, there is a massive nose dive in their career, which they may or may not recover from. It can also be used to describe many depressing states that normal civilians have as well; loss of jobs, breakups, sickness, death and onwards.

Why is it falling, though? Because, through a hard period, it's not the fall that kills you, it's the rocks at the bottom.

Now, I wouldn't call my situation anywhere NEAR that bad; however, with that said, I'm afraid of heights. I know that the ground will hurt me, so the fall is unpleasant. Call me realistic.

So...

That's it, I guess.

As the old saying goes: "all good things must come to an end."

While I could be wrong, I seriously doubt I am. Now to allow the feelings of being helpless and confused to set in.




The worst part, damnit, is that I know it could have been avoided.

Yay, me.

Torsion

Is a rather neat concept, but most technical descriptions involving complex physics calculations. Depressingly cold.

It's a way of twisting things using ropes or lines. You need two securely held ropes, the bigger the better. Insert a device between the lines meant to be twisted with massive force, and twist them around until they are ludicrously tight.

Really awkward way of making a catapult.



Random knowledge of the day. Watching movies on the T.V. is not to be practiced unless prepared for anything. Not prepared tonight.

Kind of a distraction from life at large.