Dear Internet...

Obey the riff.

Right now

The end is nigh.

Droplets

It should be raining. A melodramatic fool this may make me, but the lack of heavy moisture driving others inside, off the roads and byways of the city, is as depressing to me as the rain's presence is to most of those others being driven indoors. The brighter, sun-filled days that came later in the past week were almost painful, though that's likely my ocular orbs being so used to winter's more sombre and subdued palate.

And winter; what a bad joke the season is around this part of the world. Entire months that one would assume to be snow and frustration filled, but only the frustration joins this island.

Maybe that is what winter is designed for; to frustrate, regardless of reason, being snow, Christmas, or the damned in-laws.

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.

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.

Revolve

So, at some point, we humans thought that the universe revolved around our pitiful little planet. At least most of us now accept that as full-on horse shit, which it fully is.

That said, everybody has their own universe their own tiny monkey sphere, of Friends, Family, Lovers and the inevitable Hate-Driven Cocksuckers that congregate just as vultures. Every one of these people are motivated by something; Friends by mutual associations; Family by requirement and sometimes even because they actually have fondness for you; Lovers out of genuine love, or plain lust, whether for money or for cock (or the other appropriate organ); and, finally, the Hate-Mongering Dick-Choking Fuckers with nothing better to do with their lives. Somehow, their worthless little universe revolves around making you miserable, usually with little to no reason.

So, I propose a solution.

First, you'll need to find a lead pipe or a steel bar. Next, you should crack one of them on the back of the head. After that, I figure it's up to your discretion.




With all this in mind, lets take a look at the United States' mortgage lenders, the ones giving entirely unqualified families and individuals mortgages that they will never be able to pay off. The did it for profit, lots and lots of profit. Their universe revolved around making cash on the misery and lack-of-cash of the Average Joe.

Looking for that lead pipe yet?