Mid 20s IT guy from the Boston area. I love my girlfriend Adi, and my daughter Lily. I'm very passionate about a wide variety of things. What's the use in caring at all if you're not passionate?
I go through cycles with Rush. Every so often, I'll go on this huge kick with some other artist, like recently I have been with Mike Doughty, and I'll listen to that artist nearly exclusively. After a week or three of that, I'll start having this Rush-existential crisis thing where I'll start reconsidering my opinion on them. I'll put my MP3 player on random, and something like Rivendell or Lock and Key will come up, and I'll start thinking "Is Rush still my favorite band? Do I even LIKE Rush anymore?". Then there will come a morning like this morning. I spent my train ride listening to Henry Rollins doing some spoken word stuff, and when we pulled into the station, I hit random for some walkin' music. First thing that comes up? Cygnus X-1 from Rush in Rio. FUCK YEAH. So I rock out to that, then decide I need some more Rush, so I skip forward when the track ends until some more Rush comes up. Next track is The Enemy Within. Very suitable. So I'm listening to the song, and remarking to myself on how amazing Geddy Lee is. That fucking crazy-fast bassline in the first part of the song, coupled with the fact that he's singing something that's almost completely different just astounds me. Then I think how, live, he's doing that, and doig shit with his FEET at the same time. Nearly knocks me on my ass. I get to my building and get in the elevator with some woman, track is still playing. She says something to me that I can't hear over the headphones, so I pause and remove the headphones. She repeats, "Are you listening to Rush?" Now, this kinda blows my mind, because TEW is not exactly Tom Sawyer. Not a whole lot of radio airplay for that one. So we discusss the merits of p/g for a few floors, and I get off, pretty much guaranteed to have a good day.
So yeah, I like Rush.
I....I....I can't think of anything witty to say about this one, so I'll just post it unaltered: Bullets that contain seasoning.
Why don't they make RC Edge anymore? That shit was so good, it made me vibrate.
I have issues with this happening, but the most important among them is the burning question of whether he's going to play a bass that's shaped like a bottle of Jack Daniels.
Adi, now you can find out if you're really tone deaf. Magic 8-Ball, care to make a prediction?
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I don't have a hell of a lot to write about today. Job still sucks. Got an interview with another law firm on Monday. Ex-wife called to bitch me out today, since my mom called her up. It's getting to the point where I'm considering ditching everything and moving. The farther the better. Think they need american IT guys in Australia?
More general oddness on the streets of Boston today. I work next to the Coast Guard building, and as I'm trudging through the puddles, I hear bagpipes. I keep walking, and I see that there's a dude in the entrance area of the Coast Guard building, just playing the bagpipes. This is an area usually used for smoke breaks, and for people to park their motorcycles. And he's not like "oh, I'm gonna go downstairs on my lunch break and practice my bagpipe playing", he is in full bagpipe regalia, kilt and all. There are like three people besides him out there on smoke breaks, kinda halfheartedly watching him play. Why was he out there playing the damn bagpipes? If that wasn't strange enough, I turned the corner, and almost ran right into a guy who looked exactly like a fat Chris Noth, Mr. Big from Sex and the City. Then there was a woman who was quite obviously carrying her toddler son's umbrella, as it was tiny, and had big yellow dumptrucks all over it.
Elections were yesterday. I abstained from voting because George Bush won in 2004. But the results seem favorable to me. Massachusetts has a Democrat governor again, and the Dems won the House, and maybe the Senate. Makes me wish Bush could run again in 2008, just so he could get his ass handed to him by whoever the fuck gets nominated.
I'd like to take this opportunity to remind you all that we live in a world where Hello Kitty has a pet cat.
This car's appeal is a mystery to me. Don't get me wrong, it's appealing to me, I just don't know why. Perhaps it's the pseudo-boat-tail-shooting-brake rear end. Perhaps it's the rad exhaust tips under the doors. Perhaps it's the fact that it's got more horsepower than a Veyron.
Man, if these guys delivered pizza at the same time, they'd make even more of a killing.
You'd think one of the prerequisites for becoming a skywriter is good spelling. Then again, no one in America can spell anymore. If I see someone write the phrase "sneak peak" one more time, I'm gonna fucking snap.
Work is preparing for their holiday party, and they decided that they want to pipe music into the lobby during it. Thing is, they don't know how. So I was to hook up a laptop to the audio board and make it work. Well, after some frustration with the no-worky laptop, I pulled my MP3 player out of my pocket and put on the soundtrack from "A Charlie Brown Christmas". They were so pleased with the resultant music, that I was asked to loan my player to them for the party. I am to rip a Christmas CD they have and create a playlist of it. This presents an unparalleled opportunity for hilarious mischief. Wouldn't it be great if I just stuck a random Dethklok track in the playlist? Or something horribly offensive by ICP?
Ugh....UGGGGGH. I have a nasty cold. I spent this morning floating in that weird equilibrium between NyQuil and DayQuil. You know, when you took NyQuil the night before, and it's still in your system when you wake up, but you know you've gotta get up and, y'know, move and do things. It's a weird state to drift through, and it almost led to me having an alarm clock catastrophe this morning.
I was outside just now having a smoke, and this woman walked by with her two friends. The woman was attempting to explain the premise of the show The New Adventures of Old Christine to her friends, very loudly. It was a miracle that I resisted the urge to run up to her and scream "DUDE, WHAT DOES MINE SAY?!?!?"
I go through cycles with Rush. Every so often, I'll go on this huge kick with some other artist, like recently I have been with Mike Doughty, and I'll listen to that artist nearly exclusively. After a week or three of that, I'll start having this Rush-existential crisis thing where I'll start reconsidering my opinion on them. I'll put my MP3 player on random, and something like Rivendell or Lock and Key will come up, and I'll start thinking "Is Rush still my favorite band? Do I even LIKE Rush anymore?". Then there will come a morning like this morning. I spent my train ride listening to Henry Rollins doing some spoken word stuff, and when we pulled into the station, I hit random for some walkin' music. First thing that comes up? Cygnus X-1 from Rush in Rio. FUCK YEAH. So I rock out to that, then decide I need some more Rush, so I skip forward when the track ends until some more Rush comes up. Next track is The Enemy Within. Very suitable. So I'm listening to the song, and remarking to myself on how amazing Geddy Lee is. That fucking crazy-fast bassline in the first part of the song, coupled with the fact that he's singing something that's almost completely different just astounds me. Then I think how, live, he's doing that, and doig shit with his FEET at the same time. Nearly knocks me on my ass. I get to my building and get in the elevator with some woman, track is still playing. She says something to me that I can't hear over the headphones, so I pause and remove the headphones. She repeats, "Are you listening to Rush?" Now, this kinda blows my mind, because TEW is not exactly Tom Sawyer. Not a whole lot of radio airplay for that one. So we discusss the merits of p/g for a few floors, and I get off, pretty much guaranteed to have a good day.
