The failure to adhere to a schedule is to me a quality worth saving. And this coming from someone of german descent. If I get around to something it means that I actually care about it, not just that I care about appearing to be an adult, or organized.
Wu-tang's new album is interesting.
Walk Hard is pretty funny but not the funniest movie ever.
The Sarah Conner Chronicles is confusing in it's timeline.
I have read all of William Gibson's books except his last (not in paperback yet) and have enjoyed them all.
I "finished" my "CD". It is now called Apophenia. Look it up.
I got pretty drunk the other night and made lucas listen to it while i narrated.
Fear of Being Struck by Satellites Falling from Space (on the head, i'd assume...though to be struck on the foot by a falling satellite probably wouldn't be a lot of fun either)
December 28, 2007
August 23, 2007
And so it begins
It seems that I have been the victim of an elaborate porn/drugs/spam/scam attack. You leave a little used blog for a year and a half and this is what happens. It's like you can't even trust the internets no more.
Lots has happened in the past 18-24 months. I cut my hair!!! It grew back!! I lost my keys! I moved to Raleigh, then Durham! I lost my fascination with life! I made several half-hearted attempts at health and then one very strong attempt at death. Shit gets strange when you're deranged. That's the truth from a confirmed liar.
This re-re-attempt at writing down my daily travails is due to Tracy Williams of Kinston fame actually caring enough to care if I continued writing. Lord knows I couldn't kick myself in the ass hard enough to make it stick.
I have a somewhat reliable internet connection that I've stolen (wirelessly, god bless the future) from a neighbor that allows me to fool myself into thinking I might do this full time in my free time when I'm not doing anything else.
Today, the weatherman at WRAL (Mike Maze, I actually had to look up his name even though I stare at his always three seconds behind the count mug literally 9 days out of 10) called this the hottest, driest august since records started being kept in the 1880's in Raleigh. It inevitably started raining and the temperature fell by 15 degrees.
A body was found 1 door down from my apartment 2 weeks ago. Apparently, I was home when homeboy was shot. His body was found 2 days later ( I think it was dumped there). I came home from dinner with Chris and Maeve and Pei Wei ( pay way not pee wee) to the street next to my apartment roped off with police rope. Weaker and more yellow than consumer rope. Idin't find out the details till the next day at work from Pam on WRAL. One benefit of working at a tv station is that you start to realize how tenuous our society's hold on itself is.
Anyway, it's late and I'm tired so until next year...this is tunkamerica signing off.
Lots has happened in the past 18-24 months. I cut my hair!!! It grew back!! I lost my keys! I moved to Raleigh, then Durham! I lost my fascination with life! I made several half-hearted attempts at health and then one very strong attempt at death. Shit gets strange when you're deranged. That's the truth from a confirmed liar.
This re-re-attempt at writing down my daily travails is due to Tracy Williams of Kinston fame actually caring enough to care if I continued writing. Lord knows I couldn't kick myself in the ass hard enough to make it stick.
I have a somewhat reliable internet connection that I've stolen (wirelessly, god bless the future) from a neighbor that allows me to fool myself into thinking I might do this full time in my free time when I'm not doing anything else.
Today, the weatherman at WRAL (Mike Maze, I actually had to look up his name even though I stare at his always three seconds behind the count mug literally 9 days out of 10) called this the hottest, driest august since records started being kept in the 1880's in Raleigh. It inevitably started raining and the temperature fell by 15 degrees.
A body was found 1 door down from my apartment 2 weeks ago. Apparently, I was home when homeboy was shot. His body was found 2 days later ( I think it was dumped there). I came home from dinner with Chris and Maeve and Pei Wei ( pay way not pee wee) to the street next to my apartment roped off with police rope. Weaker and more yellow than consumer rope. Idin't find out the details till the next day at work from Pam on WRAL. One benefit of working at a tv station is that you start to realize how tenuous our society's hold on itself is.
Anyway, it's late and I'm tired so until next year...this is tunkamerica signing off.
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