Karma

I have at least some belief in the notion of karma.
But I highly doubt it works in such an ordered way as we'd believe.
I work hard and tax my sanity, and it's hard to push through when I'm so early in the semester.
But I do work hard and honest to get through it.
The best karma can seem to do is remind me that there's always someone else who's worse off.
The world has a sick sense of humor.

Caffeine

So, last night was our Jazz Cafe here at AEPi. I get kind of tired at this event every semester, so I caved and had a cup of strong espresso. This, after three weeks of no caffeine, and the month before that drinking only tea occasionally. After the event, I crawled into bed. My head was so wired I could not possibly fall asleep, but my body was so exhausted that I could barely roll over.
It was an experience.
I'm going back to abstaining from all caffeine, and this time I mean it. Things get way too messed up in my head when I'm under the influence of caffeine.

In other news, I'm going to be writing again! After a character of mine died a gory death in our current campaign yesterday, I'm now going to be sidelining it to write a new Cyberpunk campaign that takes place in the old reliable, Night City. In my opinion, it should be really interesting.

Speaking of interesting, I started reading Transmetropolitan this morning. So far, it's really good.

Lyrically, the best song ever

Dead Kennedys - Too Drunk To Fuck

Went to a party
I danced all night
I drank 16 beers
And I started up a fight

But now I am jaded
You're out of luck
I'm rolling down the stairs
Too drunk to fuck

Too drunk to fuck
Too drunk to fuck
Too drunk, to fuck
I'm too drunk, too drunk, too drunk
To fuck

I like your stories
I love your gun
Shooting out truck tires
Sounds like loads and loads of fun

But in my room
Wish you were dead
You ball like the baby
In Eraserhead

Too drunk to fuck
Too drunk to fuck
Too drunk, to fuck
It's all I need right now
Too drunk to fuck

Too drunk to fuck
Too drunk to fuck
Too drunk, to fuck
I'm sick soft gooey and cold
Too drunk to fuck

I'm about to drop
My head's a mess
The only salvation is
I'll never see you again

You give me head
It makes it worse
Take out your fuckin' retainer
Put it in your purse

I'm too drunk to fuck
You're to drunk to fuck
Too drunk to fuck
It's all I need right now Oh baby
I'm melting like an ice cream bar
Oh baby

And now I got diarrhea
Too drunk to fuck

Me and my brother used to speed through Concord in the Celica, windows down, blasting this song and singing along. The one time we blitzed the center, I could have sworn we were going to get pulled over, from the looks we got. Oh MAN.

I have to say it

Rolls-Royce is a publicly traded company. Their stock symbol is RYCEY.

Am I the only one who finds this hilarious?

Mike Patton has my brain in a jar in San Jose

Mr. Bungle - My Ass is On Fire

Impotence
Boomerang
I'll stab you

Clumps of hair
In the sink
Who's hiding
Things from me?

You knew all along, goddammit
But you wouldn't tell me
Well, look at you now

It's not funny, my ass is on fire
Paraplegic, inhuman liar

Carve a smile
On your face
Everything's great
Suffocate

It's beyond my control...I'm coming!

Boo
Redundant...
Boring

The Atomic Bitchwax

I have discovered a new band. They are called The Atomic Bitchwax. They are off the hook.
Their self-titled album made it onto Jalopnik's Top Ten Driving Albums, and with a name like that, I had to check it out. They are, describably, psychedelic blues metal. Song structure is similar to many psychedelic rock outfits, with rock song elements punctuated by meandering solos and some aural elements generally associated with "stoner" music. But, above all this, they kick ass, and they kick it hard.
I'd have to say listen to it. If you're more interested in jam bands and that kind of stuff, this may be what gets you into harder stuff. I'd also heartily recommend it to fans of Clutch. The overall sound on the first album reminded me of Blast Tyrant, in a good way.

The best thing ever

This quote is from the textbook Technical Communication, and is attributed to the British Navy:

It is necessary for technical reasons that these warheads be stored upside-down, that is, with the top at the bottom and the bottom at the top. In order that there may be no doubt as to which is the top and which is the bottom, for storage purposes, it will be seen that the bottom of each warhead has been labeled with the word TOP.

This is so FUCKING COOL

I am now playing mp3s ON MY CELL PHONE! DUDE!

I mean, despite my total techiness, some of this stuff still has a lot of novelty.

Children of Men

Went out to see the movie tonight. It is really, really good. Like, really good. It's the perfect mix of dystopian nightmare sci-fi with...I dunno. Believable characters? It doesn't beat you over the head with the allegory, but it's there (the easiest way to see this is the prison camp scene. Choosing the phrase Homeland Security was no mistake either). I can't even describe it, other than very upsettingly real. And that's what made it so good.

It got me thinking on my story idea. I've changed it around a bit, but am still juggling it in my head. I'll write something down soon.

Sideways

I did something today that I have not done in a while. That is, I read a book cover to cover in one day. Today, the book was Sideways, by Rex Pickett. Now, this book was made into a movie, one I had seen quite some time ago when it first came out. Normally, I have a fairly rigid rule against reading the book after seeing the movie, because, while the book is indeed always better, the movie usually ruins your unique ability to see the reality written within a book.
Here, though I had the usual problem as seeing the protagonist as Paul Giamatti, there was no doubt that the book affected me in a way the movie couldn't. In the movie, you were given insight into the essential angst of the protagonist's existence. While reading the book, there were passages where it tugged at your stomach as if you were taking the Xanax.
Maybe this is incredibly angsty of me, but there was something very primal in the empathy I felt. I guess it's the feeling of not knowing your next turn, especially with your love life. But in retrospect, feeling that in college has a degree of normalcy, whereas in middle age, it can be devastatingly depressing. But the empathy does indeed make the book that much more alive to me. Personally, I believe those sorts of feelings of confusion and forked roads are fairly universal. Therefore, the ability to relate to and enjoy this book should be similarly universal.

They know me so well

existentialism is love
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Oy, this is my high school

A little bit of context for everybody

Neither of those guys were my teachers, but I did have Mr. "Ebony in the Birchwood" Zellner and Mr. "Commie Smack" Joseph.

Oh, the memories.

Back from Utah

I returned from Utah yesterday.
Let me say the skiing was, from my perspective, great, though apparently the snow conditions were crappy for there.
Powder skiing is tough, but also a lot of fun.
Now, I have two weeks at home, and I doubt I'll do much.

If you're in Massachusetts, give me a call! I'm bored already.