Melodrama

It's the strangest, most twisted part of my existence at play, once again.

Often, like today, there are only two things on this planet that make me feel alive, conscious, and even aware of what's around me. I can get one any time I want; steel strings under the tips of my fingers, mahogany and maple cupped within the palm of my hand, but the other is almost always a traipse to get to. The times that it is easy to get within my grasp are certain to be marred by some kind of spat or misdirected words or interference at the hands of the queen of fools, or so the evidence is beginning to show.

That is not to say that I do not desire more time with the second part of what the melodramatic might describe as my life support. Had I my way, a minimum of twelve hours a day exposure to this second source of vitae would be a good starting point, even if many of those hours would be spent asleep.

Moreover, calling this source "second" belies nothing of its importance to me. I can spend all day with the metal strings in my hands with ease, but in doing so, often wish for the "second" source even more. Naming it my "first" source; the go-to, the first instinct, and the immediate cure, would be miles more than just appropriate.

Loneliness really is inexplicable.

On your 10 o'clock news

We will have full coverage of Russell's collision with TEN THOUSAND METEORS, as scientists prepare statements and data for the public. The flow of information is critical, as we are all curious about what TEN THOUSAND METEORS will have done to Russell.

Now back to your regularly scheduled programming.

Functional bliss

There are some things on this planet that cause human beings to react in ridiculous and strange ways, but still be completely capable of living a content and well managed existence. A lot of these things are What is Between People; the bigger things that tie beings together as friends, family or lover. The Universal Forces, the Things We Can't Explain, legends, tales and stories of Things We Don't Know About.

The weird things that give us reactions. Things that stick in our heads. Things that always include people.

Functional Bliss. Being stuck in one of these states, being pleased with it, staying in said state, and moving along with life.

Hell yeah.

And following a long bout with the Northern winds and their typically icy wrath, there appears the sun out of the western sky. That said, the Bright Orb only raises the temperature to +2 degrees, as opposed to the -2 it has been for the short age of this Victorian winter, if it can even be called that. Since -5 was about as cold as it got here, while it was closer to -40 elsewhere in the nation, one can't really call this even vaguely close to a True Canadian Winter.

The snow did not even last more than two weeks.

However, along with a shift in weather, the radical shift in the Powers That Be has managed to captivate people by the hundred of millions; in more countries than there are Stars on that Spangled Banner. Here's hoping that we, as humans, have not created a lion out of a mouse, through our own Hyping. As fallible as one man can be, a species is just leaving more room for error.

Good evening

And good morning to those who are enjoying it.

So, does anybody know how to create a live streaming radio station? I have a microphone and a Firewire audio input device that can connect to the compy.

Ja?

Two days

Being born in two different time zones, separated by a day, has benefits. I was not born as such, but I know someone who was.

I"m not even five hours into the second day. This will be fun.

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.