Feat. Mike-Sean Moore the DC-o-Tronic

Recording day! Whee! I worked for a while, didn't take a lunch so I could leave early, and went to the guitar store (the new one out by the mall). They have a really nice setup, and decent prices too (except on effects pedals, those are still alot cheaper at Island). Made me salivate over a vocorder, and some synths. no CTK-571's that I could give away so I could keep the one I have. That sucks, 'cause that means I either get to go into Acrylic repair, or get to hit the Ebay. So that kinda sucks. I guess.

Started a new project today, recording with a neat dude I met over at Garageband.com. He plays guitar, so we're going to try a project, kind of Mogwai-esque rock (ha, rather, post-rock, if it's Mogwai-esque). Fun stuff, glad i'm involved in the project.

Oh, he lives in the Capitol, so not anywhere near me. the recording is done through the INTERNET. all in caps. yea.

That was my day. It is now sleep time. Later taters.

A brief defense of hipsterism

People seem to think that being talked down to as far as music, or art, or literature or movies goes, it is insulting. This viewpoint is very mistaken.
When I listen to music, I listen for originality, tone, technique and lyrics. When I dislike music, it's not because it isn't "good"-- it's because I've heard examples of that genre again and again, and it gets repetitive and annoying to listen to it again and again. This is not me "hating" that music, only me having experienced that type of music too much for my liking. If I share my opinion with you, by no means take it to heart- It's just an opinion. Elitism is progress, because if everyone sat back and accepted what is "popular", we'd get nowhere- The record executives would sit back and rake in money from producing the same records over and over again. By being snobbish, and by other people being snobbish, the corporate rock world has to dig up new talent to suck the blood from. This allows more people to get money, which in turn allows more people to practise their trade.

All in all, snobbery is good for the economy.

Recordotronic

I started recording yesterday.

Tell me what you think:
The Infomercial Made Me Do It

I ran my car into a cop car the other day

Is it just me, or does the singer from Modest Mouse kinda sound like Brak?

Tooth update: it feels normal. woot.

I'll see you all on Friday night or maybe Saturday. I'm just going to pass out all of tomorrow.

Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow.

So my tooth was hurting today.

The dentist said that, if it kept hurting, I should take a pin and scrape off the top level of plaster (the plaster is temporary until I get a crown on the tooth).

So I did.

Blood spraying out of your tooth is quite possibly the strangest feeling ever.

Music and stuff

Ever since I passed out to "The Arcade Fire", it's all I really want to listen to.

Also, that isn't really a bad thing.

Then Our Skin Gets Thicker from Living Out in the Snow

Today started bad.
Three A.M., I wake up. My tooth hurts. Not like, ow, papercut-hurts, like, oh my god there are railroad spikes through my skull hurts. I went and took some Ibuprofene (yay) and went back to bed.
Seven A.M. rolls around, and it's still hurting. I get ready for work, my tooth is throbbing. I touch it with a toothbrush and it pretty much grabs hold of my family jewels with a kung-fu grip. Floss? I grab the normal kind, the woven kind, first, thread it through, and experience what it feels like to get punched in the ear everytime my hands move.
Seven-thirty rolls around and I go into work, take 400mg more of ibu (yay) and call the dentist. They have an opening at nine. I grab it like a fat man on crack grabs a burrito.
Long story short (actually, I have to abridge it here, because I don't really remember much that happens next), I need a root canal, wanted to get put under ('cause my dentist is notorious for using too little anestaesia), they say ok, give me a horribly bitter shot, a glass of water, and a cd player. I put in "the Arcade Fire" "Funeral", and don't remember getting to track three. I wake up at about 11.30, in the van with my mom, she's getting me a shamrock shake from McDonalds. I drink a sip and a half of that and fall asleep again. Wake up, and it's 4.15. My tooth feels alot better (not 100%, but better) and I am just feeling tired again.

Thought you might care.

Deep Thoughts

Today I realised that sometimes, I will start to get sick to my stomache, but then I think about it, and I just haven't eaten anything for like, 16 hours.

Friday afternoon scratchpad

Not a horrible week this week (yesssss).

Got to play a gig (kinda), got used to my crappy job (kinda) and almost broke a keyboard (kinda actually did break it, but not so it doesn't work...).

Open mic was fun.

Something Phonic is more funner. For funkin' sure.

Blogzor

Today, I worked. I am in a pretty happy mood, much happier than I have been since....Christmastime? shit, it's been a while. Fuck feeling sorry for myself, I have more important things to do.

LIKE PLAYING AT AN OPEN MIC TOMORROW NIGHT AT 7ish PM at HARMONY CAFE in APPLETON behind the CITY CENTER PLAZA.


No cover, it's an open mic.

As usual, be there or die.

Pettiness can only be flung so far

Ha, so I decided that I was being dumb about the whole thing. I just really don't care about that anymore.

The weather is fucking gorgeous.

And people need to grow up all around. Seriously, I can't believe I fell into that den of BUNNIES?!. Shit happens, people change their minds, and people end up using other people but that is LIFE.

And LIFE, in general, is wonderful.



also, karma is a bitch!

Yea, totally not.....

She put it to a fucking vote?!
Good call on that one guys. Way to tell me that something so petty was happening.
Maybe the rumors were true this time.

Either way, I believe the moral of the story is that there are those people you hang around with and those that you trust as your friends.

Assbags.

Haircutzors

So my hair is kinda getting crazy. It's got the class picture day combover up top, the shag look on the sides (complete with the little curl that sticks out) and then the back is a mix between those pizie type haircuts that were popular for girls back, oh, about five years ago, and the lower back is a short mullet.

Basically, my hair is a style grab bag.

The Kidnapping

Ha, don't worry, it's not a real kidnapping. Not a run into the house with eight people, put a burlap sack over the person's head and drag them out by their feet kidnapping.

It will hopefully be relaxing, actually. Meditative, at least.

So be ready.

I can be cruel; I don't know why

Today I finished the horrible horrible task of staple pulling.
Now I get to go scan the files I sorted.
whee employment.

Today was pretty good, I got more games for my playstation and N64. I am truly the envy of my seven year old self. Then I went to Stephans and chilled. It was pretty good. and then a bit awkward/sad. More like sad for me. Probably awkward for everyone else.

I wish things could either go back to how they were or that nothing had ever happened. This purgate situation is shit.

John Locke is Dead

But no one can prove it!

ha ha ha, empiricism.




no, for some reason, people hate me lately. So good job people.
now that i'm not all Mr Emo McEmopants, you are all "pf, i don't wanna talk to him!"

So you know what?

Fuck off, all of you.
Get off your high horses.
Have a bit of respect for people who aren't you.
Stop the damn complaining, because you suck at life.
Maybe listening to what people have to say is a good thing. Who'd've fuckin' thought that?!

I mean all that in the nicest possible way.


Been listening to Mogwai and Radiohead all day. it's delicious.

Today (Ex-Tomorrow)

Today was a sort of ho-hum day.
boring, but not horrible.

TWO MORE DAYS OF STAPLE PULLING MADNESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yea.

Gonna go listen to Mogwai alot now.

K' bye.

Nobody cares at all

I was thinking today
of when, exactly, I gave up on academics.

Was it when Dr Henson handed me back my paper he gave a 15%?
nope, before that.
When Mr Johnson gave me back a binder and told me he wasn't kidding when he said get organised?
nope

It was in sixth grade
when Mr Dahl called on me to give the answer to a grammar problem
and I hadn't done my homework because I'd never been issued a book in that class
And he bitched me out
in front of my peers

I say peers because i didn't really have many friends in sixth grade

I've been studious about grammar (this post excepted, this is being written as it comes to me) and spelling as much as I can, generally, since then, but if I had to to get a grade?
nope.
I just feel like a failure because of it.

Work and all that goes along with it

So apparently people still read my modblog. what the hell. I thought I told you people that thing was dead. is dead. whatever.

Not looking forward to work today. Even though the job is about 98% done, it is still mindless tedium right now. At least I'll have CDs.

I think I want to try my hand at T-Shirt design. Maybe button-down shirts and that sort of thing too. But definitely T-shirt design.

I'm going to go fall asleep in the shower now. Good night- er, day, or whatever.

****Edit****
Oh, yea, if you can find the CD "Advice from the Happy Hippopotamus", by Cloud Cult, get it. Trust me, you will not be dissappointed, no matter what genre of music you normally listen to.

Regretting my promises

So, i guess i'm supposed to do something "worthwhile" with my life. ]

Fuck that.

and all the world is gray

So, i'm pretty sure that people in general hate me or something.

maybe "god" or whatever hates me.

and i'm pretty sure that means i don't get to have happy fun time.

I just feel like a complete failure.
and from an objective standpoint, i don't think that's too off-course.

My Favorite Play is the Alley-Oop

There is nothing like Kurtis Blow for when one gets in a rut. Holy crap. It's so funny, because it's so bad. He's rhyming about Captain fuckin' Kirk, and basketball, and..... oh man, it's just so...... so bad!


yea.

other than that, I'm still feeling pretty fuckin' pathetic. I guess that's just how I roll nowadays.


I don't roll very hard.

I've got to be damned

I don't hate the world as much as you might think, if you started reading after my last post. Yea, life sucks right now. I guess it could be alot worse. But whatever.

I'm part of the MTV generation. we feel neither highs nor lows. life is one big 'meh' for me. one giant suck-fest. where all attempts at creativity seem like masturbation.

that's why I turned away from art. away from writing. away from composition. away from game design. away from anything I could be criticised with.

Maybe originality is overrated. Maybe everything that is worth doing has been done. Maybe life is purposeless. Maybe my purpose in life is to convince others of life's pointlessness. Or simply to die.
Man, I am feeling nihilistic.

Winter is getting to me.

Dammit Spring, get here fast.

you bastard.

Fuck you all

Seriously, everyone can fucking drop dead. Burn in fucking hell. Whatever.

I'm sick of hearing endless criticism, sick of being treated like shit, sick of work, sick of living at home, sick of the same conversations, sick of everything.

So fuck off.

Falling prey to a myth.

Today sucked ass.

I got moved from the conference room I was living in to a cubicle.
A noisy cubicle. With noisy people. Who have noisy phones. And loud voices. And no appreciation for loud music.
I also got a shitty chair with bad casters, so my mobility is limited. It's also pretty uncomfortable.

I also pretty much had an emotional breakdown at work. Good thing I work alone or that would have been embarrassing. Just randomly start crying infront of people i am forced to work with. Shit.

After I got out of there, I felt a bit better. I went and got 2 new cds (The Candy Butchers, "Play With Your Head", and Meatloaf "Bat Out of Hell II: Back to Hell") and got a cider with cream at Rock Island.

I wish people would call me to do stuff. I hate doing stuff alone.