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Bobcat
17 October 2007 @ 08:35 pm
So it's been forever, as always. Things have changed in just about the biggest way possible since I last posted. I don't feel like writing about things, so instead here are a bunch of pictures in somewhat chronological order. These are a general summation of some of the major things that have been going on. As for the specifics and all the other crazy details... oh my sweet angry Jesus... there is way too much to put in a single post. Or even a dozen. I guess I can sum it all by saying... My life is nothing like it used to be... and yet it is exactly the same as it always was.

Wait a minute... that wasn't a good summation at all. That was just a pseudo-poetic turn of phrase meant to confuse and intrigue while making the writer seem mysteriously vague. I am Cryptic Man, the master of not saying anything meaningful and instead spouting random things that don't mean anything but sound great!

Anyway, on to the photos.

Onward, mortalsCollapse )
 
 
State: mellowmellow
Noise: Sun Lips by Black Moth Super Rainbow
 
 
Bobcat
07 March 2007 @ 10:11 pm
Sometimes I think I am the worst person in the entire world.

Then I remember that Ann Coulter is still alive.

Which makes me the 2nd worst.
 
 
State: sickfuck
 
 
Bobcat
29 December 2006 @ 10:55 pm
So... I freakin' love snow. A lot. Especially a lot of snow.

Attack of the Yeti and Other Snowy AdventuresCollapse )
 
 
State: ecstaticecstatic
Noise: Rent!
 
 
Bobcat
25 September 2006 @ 09:50 pm
My parents have lost it. What started off as a simple remodel of one room, just replacing some windows and redoing all the paint and stuff has become a full scale remodel of the whole freakin 1st story.

About a week ago they decided that there was all this crazy stuff they wanted to do to the house. And so today I come home from Italian at about 8 pm and I find that they had the remodeling construction-worker people knock down a bunch of walls. WALLS. And so now the entire first story is this weird construction-site looking thing. I don't understand. It looks like the set of a horror movie. I actually screamed when I saw it.

I think my parents are smoking crack.
 
 
State: confusedconfused
Noise: Dead Gardens by Nightwish
 
 
Bobcat
17 September 2006 @ 08:58 pm
I can't wait for NaNoWriMo this year. CAN. NOT. WAIT.

Damn you October. All you are is 31 more days that I have to wait until November.
 
 
State: hopefulhopeful
Noise: New Change of Heart by Damone
 
 
 
Bobcat
10 September 2006 @ 05:25 pm
I had breakfast this morning jamming to Iron Maiden. Nothing tastes better than french toast with Number of the Beast blasting in the background.

So, as always, it has been forever since I last posted. Since my last post, a gazillion interesting things have happened. And yet at the same time, nothing at all has really happened. Life goes on.
This is gonna be one long entry.Collapse )
 
 
State: indifferentindifferent
Noise: Changed your Mind by Chris Isaak
 
 
Bobcat
07 July 2006 @ 03:39 am
Went and saw the midnight showing of Pirates of the Carribean: Dead Mans Chest.

That
Was
A
Damn
Good
Movie.

DAMN GOOD.

So very very damn good.

Go see it now. Everyone.

So good. Everything about it was amazing. It was way better than the first.

I'm not going to actually describe why. All I'm gonna say is that its good.

So very very good.

good.


so.

good.
 
 
State: sillySo Good
Noise: PoTC theme song...
 
 
Bobcat
20 June 2006 @ 12:40 am
So... today was an interesting day. A strange mix of really crappy, not so crappy, and totally fantabulastically awesome.

Lets start with the fantabulastically awesome.

I bought the newest release from this band Damone, and I am totally and utterly in love with it in every way possible (maybe not sexually. Although who knows in this modern world of ours). There is nothing, NOTHING, in this world that rocks more than a female lead singer who can belt it like a diva with guitar skills to match in a 80's glam metal influenced power-pop band. Its like fucking heaven. For those of you who know the Hollis Wake, imagine their catchy pop-punk stuff injected with hardcore 80's hairdo's, big leather jackets, and wailing guitar solos. Thats Damone. It's the sweetest thing since life itself.

Now, moving on to the REALLY CRAPPY.

Not but 2 hours after purchasing this musical masterpeice, I come out of a meeting a the New Mexican to find that.... yeah... my CD case had been stolen right out of my car. I guess I left a window open far enough for someone to reach down and unlock the door, and since my CD case was laying in the front seat.... easy target. So now I have nothing. There were 120 CD's in that CD case. Goddamnit. Including some CD's that I wont be able to repurchase, as they were rare/are now out of print/were from touring bands that don't have CD's in stores or on le internet.
Whoever took my fucking CD's, I really honestly hope you dont just sell them. I actually won't care that much if you steal them and listen to them and start to totally dig some of the bands in there. That would rock. So please have fun with them and enjoy them and treat them with love and respect. OR ELSE, MUTHAFUCKAH!

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That thar be a lot of empty CD cases that now have no corresponding CD's to go inside of them. Oh, the balance of nature has been upset. I foresee great chaos.

But anyway, the good thing that came out of this was that my Smashing Pumpkins stuff is safe here at home. All the EP's, singles and other stuff that I would never find again is still around (in fact I am currently clutching most of it to my bosom warmly). Also, as my brand new Damone CD was still in my cars CD player, it also was not stolen. Thank the big guy upstairs.

Now, on to the not so crappy.
I've been talking with my Super Head Editor ladies at Generation Next about doing a big peice about teen suicide, which is a fairly big issue round these parts, and pretty much everywhere else. This girl Teresa and I were both pretty excited about doing something that actually had meaning, and had actual impact on the world. So we were all pumped about it, and apparently so were the editors, because they upgraded it from just a front page story to an entire package deal with its own seperate magazine-style thing. So now its up to Teresa and me to brainstorm and manage the whole thing. Which promises hours of stress, but mostly likely a deeply satisfying feeling of accomplishment at the end. And I havent had a feeling like that in.... Wow.... a few years, at least.

Yay, kind of. But also a bit depressing.
 
 
State: irritatedirritated
Noise: What we Came Here For - by Damone
 
 
Bobcat
18 June 2006 @ 01:35 am
I was bored this weekend, and since I haven't done ANY writing lately, my muse finally got her lazy ass out of her crappy 4th floor studio apartment and took a walk around the writers block. What came out was sort of a character creation peice. I dunno exactly for whom, it was just more of an excercise in expression.

"The concept of infinity is one so important to humanity. We deal with it everyday as if it were nothing, a minor concept that plays little role in life. However, that is not true. Rather, our lives play little roles in it, coloring in tiny, infinitesimal specks of a drawing so huge we cannot begin to understand it. We try though. Boy do we try. Everything from religion to science to mathematics has tried to grasp infinity, and so far as I can tell, all have failed miserably. But not because they can define it, and not because they don’t know to explain it: it’s because we as humans are defined by the finite, and this includes our capacity for understanding. Everything we do and are is rooted in finality, our ability to end, to cease. It is both a release and a hindrance; we both love and loathe the idea of end.
But what happens when the concept of finality is removed? What happens when humans are thrust into a world free of boundaries in the first four dimensions? When the constraints of space and time are removed, who do we become?
I can answer this question. I know first hand what it is to know infinity, to stare it face and to see in it my own demise, as well as the demise of everything I’ve ever known and understood. I’ve been swallowed whole by it, consumed by it. Though I can never beat it, I have learned to accept it as a friend. It is my father and mother and brother and sister. I both grow up along side it, and am tutored and raised by it. Infinity has shown me many things about myself, and my past, present, and future.
Though I myself am finite, I know that in this place, my actions are not. I change infinity with every breath, with every second that I remain living. I send ripples of causality down the river of time so great that a thousand years from now, what I do could destroy entire civilizations. I am a tool of infinity, and vice versa. We enhance each other, make each other stronger, a gargantuan symbiotic relationship that encompasses all that is and ever will be. I alone can understand this. I alone have probed the furthest depths of infinity and come back unscathed. Changed, but unscathed."

So thar be the first peice of writing I've done in at least a few months. Now my muse has gone back home to water her potted plants and eat salt & vinegar chips. Lazy ho.
 
 
State: calmcalm
Noise: Learning to Live- by Dream Theater
 
 
Bobcat
28 May 2006 @ 12:21 am
I love you Billy.
I love you Jimmy.
I love you James.
I love you D'arcy.

I love you Smashing Pumpkins.

Please come back. All of you... PLEEASE...


http://smashingpumpkins.com/
 
 
State: hopefulhopeful
Noise: The Smashing Pumpkins