This girl has some pipes... can't hardly stand to look at the rest of the band, though... kinda like Paramore... I've debated buying this CD for about six months, now... still dunno.

Chino vs. Pizza... pizza won. ;)



I hate all my friends...
They all lack taste, sometimes...

Probably my fave from the latest album.

This is how I'll always remember him, I guess... a lot more hair. lol

poem to myself

I have said that the soul is not more than the body
And I have said that the body is not more than the soul
And nothing, not god, is greater than one’s own self is
And whoever walks a furlong without sympathy walks to his own funeral drest in his shroud….
I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable
I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.
The last scud of the day holds back for me,
It flings my likeness after the rest and true as any on the shadow’d wilds,
It coaxes me to the vapor and the dusk.
I depart as air, I shake my white locks at the runaway sun,
I effuse my flesh in eddies and drift it in lacy jags.
I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love,
If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.
You will hardly know who I am or what I mean,
But I shall be good health to you nevertheless,
And filter and fibre to your blood.
Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged,
Missing me one place search another,
I stop somewhere waiting for you.

I can remember how, when I was younger, I was so politics-crazy; I was so "into" it, all... I got a little older and saw how everything was going and began to doubt different things... and I sit here, now, and... I'm not "jaded" by any means... the correct term is "sickened." None of it makes any sense, anymore. It's such a clusterfuck to try to get anything done that will benefit "we, the people..." but I guess I figured it out a little while back - it has nothing to do with "we, the people," anymore. Yeah, "tea party" douchetastics will go to almost any means to try to force a truly-twisted vision down the throats of the people... and the left is no better, by any means. I have been, and always will be, a registered independent, because I will vote for the people I believe will do the best job, no matter their political alliance. Let's face it, politicians are just puppets used to push someone else's agendas (and rarely ever their own or even one that they would agree with, personally). When it comes down to it, South Park put it quite succinctly - it's always gonna be a choice between a giant douche and a turd sandwich. I still believe, though, that if you don't vote, then you relinquish your right to complain when things don't go the way you want it. I would sit with a group of friends and they would talk about how bad this or that was in the city/country/etc., and my first statement would usually always be, "Did you vote? You didn't? Well, then shut it." I still feel that way, but I'm a whole lot less likely to say anything, anymore... 'cause hey, it's all fucked up... it's always been fucked up... it's always going to be fucked up... it's nothing new... and getting older by the minute.

Grr... I wish buying a house didn't have to be so goofy and complicated... it's like, "Hey, I want your house... here's some money..." and that should be it... seriously. I'm not going to be dealing with escrow, land contracts, blah blah blah... I'm buying the fucking thing, and that's it. I want the house... here's some money, damnit.

I was working on some of the music for the collaborations I've been working on and I was digging around for some samples to cut into one of the breaks and I came upon a folder on one of my hard drives that had all this music on it... like, music I had totally forgotten I had recorded... most of it from '07-'08... really wild. Some of it was pretty cool. I sent a couple tracks on to one of my musical cohorts/heroes/partners... just like, "No clue where it came from, but check it out." He was pretty impressed, apparently. I just got an email back from him asking how I could "forget about such awesome shit." lol Well, good sir, it's pretty easy, sometimes... sadly.

I guess I should revisit some of them. Sadly, I don't have (or at least can't locate) the individual tracks to import back into the recording software to go from there... but... I did it all once... should be able to do it all, again... but this time, maybe with a little more proper dedication and purpose.

I also need to get my acoustic back out... she's been neglected the past few and she needs some attention... perhaps that's what I'll do tonight, after dinner...

After working thirteen out of the last fourteen... my body just kinda shut down. I don't expect people that haven't done it to know what its like... but it's not easy working nights. It takes a special kind of person... and having the pressure of being "the boss" and having to make all kinds of decisions that affect a business that does a million dollars a week, consistently, and have everything just go smooth as silk... well... it doesn't. It's not easy to do my job... and to do it on a night shift... makes it extra-special cruddy, sometimes. Thirteen out of fourteen days is really rough... throw in the fact that we've got a new big boss in the store and we've been doing extra stuff to make sure that he's happy and all that... then throw in that this was inventory week (a level of Hell that I wouldn't wish on most enemies)... I got home yesterday morning and, like I said, my body just shut down... I got up to pee once... but other than that, I was dead to the world. Wasn't meaning to... I'm sure I pissed a couple people off and my mom called entirely too many times, likely trying to get me to go out and eat... but I didn't want food... I didn't want anything... except sleep... and it was awesome... to just sprawl out and zonk out... not having to set alarms (which I hadn't been hearing very well, lately, due to all the intensity at work just frazzling me to no end)... not doing anything but sleeping. I slept so deep, that I don't remember dreaming about anything, at all (yes, I know I dreamed stuff - you always do - but the depth of my sleep didn't allow for me to remotely be a part of them... which was a bit of a relief of its own). I won't lie... it was awesome.

I've always had people try to get on my case about not wanting to go out and do things on my days off... which I will, sometimes, but... I mean, I try to explain to them, "Take your day, and flip it twelve hours and then see how it goes for ya... and then do what could be considered an extremely strenuous job (both physically and mentally) and see what you feel like doing on your days off." I've heard every argument trying to tell me that I should be just like everyone else and function just like everyone else... but seriously... just try it... and then try to give me grief. Hell, some of 'em should just try working, period...

But anyway... the rest (finally) was great... super-duper, even.