2005-11-30
In other news...
Sick joke / test
I've lost all point of reference.
Nothing makes sense any more.
Help!
See You On The Other Side
Done Thing?
*not Do Something or Anything, just Do(es). It?
In fact I also sent a second txtsms to two girls, also identical, although that's just a coincidence. That was practical, and definitely not dubious.
Deep
Then I'm going to watch a film, and after that I'll come back and actually make a start on these posts. Somewhere along the line I hope to get some school work done, but I have a feeling that there may not be enough time for all that.
2005-11-29
Appeals to everyone
Applies to everyone
I'm great.
Even if I get things wrong it won't matter, because nothing I do is important. That's a good thing.
I feel like I'm floating. My feet don't touch the ground, but I stay down to earth all the same. Who could possibly waant to leave?
- "I have nothing to declare except my genius." ~ Oscar Wilde, New York customs, 1892 (?)
Dear Dire Dreary Diary
St. }} (s)AINT <<>
(stained with paint.)
sorry.#
stick.
est ick.
kick.
Nick.
I asked around (well, one other person) and that opinion was confirmed.
Not enough fun.
And then someone else told me I was slipping into "sinister".
Despite feeling so great. This would not do.
I decided to get off my ass
I would do something about it and remedy the problem.
Notice.
EVIL ]X[ ANGEL
What is your vile angle?
2005-11-28
System Of A Down
When I killed the ol' rock and roll!"
Someone should start a band called System Of A Pound, just so the frenchies would call them SOAP.
Chop Suey!
Wake up,
Grab a brush and put a little (makeup),
Grab a brush and put a little,
Hide the scars to fade away the (shakeup)
Hide the scars to fade away the,
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table?
Here you go create another fable
You wanted to,
Grab a brush and put a little makeup,
You wanted to,
Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup,
You wanted to,
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table,
You wanted to,
I don't think you trust,
In, my, self righteous suicide,
I, cry, when angels deserve to die, Die,
Wake up,
Grab a brush and put a little (makeup),
Grab a brush and put a little,
Hide the scars to fade away the (shakeup)
Hide the scars to fade away the,
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table?
Here you go create another fable
You wanted to,
Grab a brush and put a little makeup,
You wanted to,
Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup,
You wanted to,
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table,
You wanted to,
I don't think you trust,
In, my, self righteous suicide,
I, cry, when angels deserve to die
In my, self righteous suicide,
I, cry, when angels deserve to die
Father, Father, Father, Father,
Father/ Into your hands/I/commend my spirit,
Father, into your hands,
Why have you forsaken me,
In your eyes forsaken me,
In your thoughts forsaken me,
In your heart forsaken, me oh,
Trust in my self righteous suicide,
I, cry, when angels deserve to die,
In my self righteous suicide,
I, cry, when angels deserve to die.
The Meeting
None of this was known to him at the time, of course. Why would it? Even now no-one can truly know the full scale of what was going on inside him. Naturally it has happened before, that is the nature of these things. But again there was no knowledge on his part. He was far too young, and unprepared. No-one had ever told him. They probably hsould have, though, but so it goes.
So it goes.
This came as quite a suprise to him. Not that he didn't want her to.
Not knowing simply didn't matter any more. He didn't need to know. He would go on to almost get it all badly wrong, but the determination of the love he was now fuelled with pulled through, and he got it right in the end.
Muse - Unintended
Leaning against the (wine) cellar door...
You could be my unintended
Choice to live my life extended
You could be the one I'll always love
You could be the one who listens
To my deepest inquisitions
You could be the one I'll always love
I'll be there as soon as I can
But I'm busy mending broken
Pieces of the life I had before
First there was the one who challenged
All my dreams and all my balance
She could never be as good as you
You could be my unintended
Choice to live my life extended
You should be the one I'll always love
I'll be there as soon as I can
But I'm busy mending broken
Pieces of the life I had before
I'll be there as soon as I can
But I'm busy mending broken
Pieces of the life I had before
Before you
Old poem
I reckon it's not too bad, considering I wrote it 2 years ago:
Staline n'était pas un bon communiste.
On passe trop de temps,
Avec des inutilités.
On parle trop,
Rien n'est fait. Jamais.
Tout tourne autour de mensonges,
Qui mon plaisir rongent.
C'est irréparable.
"C'est la vie"
C'est minable,
Et ce ne sera pas fini.
Les interdictions,
Les bénédictions,
Rien n'est logique,
Mais personne ne critique.
Un énorme complot:
Nous sommes tous sots.
Aveugles, endormis, passifs.
Est-ce naturel d'être aussi naïf?
La mort, la vie,
Sont-elles suffisantes?
C'est pour ça que je crie:
"Ecoutez quand je chante!"
Engouffrés dans la pénombre,
Nous avons les nombres,
Pour sortir de cette cage
Mettre une fin à cet age.
Tout défaire, puis ne rien refaire.
Les clichés,
Les moutons,
Il faut tout brûler,
Pour ne plus jamais dire
"Broutons."
Je ne fais pas qu'écrire,
Et il faut faire plus que lire.
Entreprendre, aider.
Ne pas tout laisser aux dés!
that was nice.
The Rich Man
Somehow, I think I’m going home
Even though my friends can’t reach me
I don’t know how I ended up alone
All I know is you can’t save me
They only asked us to believe
They only wanted us to follow
I think I’m old enough to see
I think I’m going home tomorrow
Sinners and hypocrites
Burning in the desert for a rich man
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Liars and lunatics
Lead us to the slaughter for our last stand
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Killers and idiots
Dying in the desert for a rich man
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sinners and hypocrites
Gather us together for the master plan
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I didn’t bother with my faith
How will my family recognize it?
Somehow, I think I’m going home
But I still can’t comprehend it
I know I don’t want to die
But I know dying will not end it
Sinners and hypocrites
Burning in the desert for a rich man
===========================
Liars and lunatics
Lead us to the slaughter for our last stand
===============================
Killers and idiots
Dying in the desert for a rich man
=========================
Sinners and hypocrites
Gather us together for the bastards
===========================
I know the truth is all a lie - my skin is cracking on my lips
I don’t pretend that I can understand why we are doing this
My heart has bled a thousand times - how will I live with what we’ve done?
The only comfort is the knowledge that I’m not the only one
Why am I here?
What did I do?
Why?
Beastie Boys!
PARTY!
You wake up late for school - man you don't wanna go
You ask you mom, "Please?" - but she still says, "No!"
You missed two classes - and no homework
But your teacher preaches class like you're some kind of jerk
(chorus) You gotta fight for your right to party
You pop caught you smoking - and he said, "No way!"
That hypocrite - smokes two packs a day
Man, living at home is such a drag
Now your mom threw away your best porno mag (Bust it!)
(repeat chorus)
"Don't step out of this house if that's the clothes you're gonna wear"
"I'll kick you out of my home if you don't cut that hair"
Your mom busted in and said, "What's that noise?"
Aw, mom you're just jealous - it's the Beastie Boys!
Percy
Hey Nonney-Nonney, m'Lord, congratulations!
Tora! Life!
^^Alain's kitty kat.^^
Alien Ant Farm, just forthe heck of it.
this one is different. Maybe it was just the frame of mind I was developing at the time (see the Moment of clarity post), but in any case I definitely noticed some interesting (awful word, but I mean it as well as I can) things about animals, and life in general.
When I arrived at Al's on Saturday and they told me they had a new cat I thought, "Oh great, sneezing and sore throat- as if I don't already have enough wrong with me at the moment. This is the last bloody thing I need."
As the afternoon went on though, she seemed to be having enough fun running around the house, minding her own business as we played Halo II (which I'm getting pretty good at) on the xbox (Still can't get used to the size of the controller though, it's just so massive!).
I didn't notice my allergies, either, because she stayed pretty much away the whole time, which was good. I don't think it would have been a problem otherwise, though, because I think my body was too busy with everything else to be bothered about it.
Because the orange and black pattern on her back does sort of look tigerish.
They adopted her recently, because they found her in their garden with no tags or anything.
Sunday morning was when I changed my perspective. Climbing around on Al's bed, trying to sneak under the covers with me, and generally being around made me see Tora in a whole new light. I recognised her as a living thing. Seeing her lie down, hearing her breath, feeling her clawing at the sheets, it felt really special. Being able to foresee when she hop down from or up to the bed, ad then the satisfaction when it happened. I'd never looked at an animal like that before. Part of my huge reality check I guess. I love it.
2005-11-27
Concert
Nat:
Sans trop de compromis.
Ni de rimes à la con. Promis.)"
Je t'attends toujours.
Rex has the snail.
A moment of clarity.
eating my muffin and I had what alcoholics
refer to as a 'moment of clarity'."
Let me clarify my clarity a bit, because it's not a terribly simpleeasy conceptidea..
Two weeks is a long time for thought.
Alone in your room for so long, with really nothing else to do. Reading as much as I did, inevitably leads to writing a lot down as well. And after a while, my perceptions of things have started to peel awaay from in front of my eyes. I really feel I can see now. All I can trace it to is the drugs messing up my sleep, but I don't mind. It feels great. I've got a permanent buzz. It only ever wears off for a few seconds at a time, when I blink and completely zap out, but then in an instant I'm back and fresh as a piece of meat what's not entirely dead yet.
It's as if someone has come and taken off the pair of filter glasses that have been editing what I see for the last few years. There was another semi-audible click. It was that kind of moment. Now I can sit next to the aquarium and stare at the fish without getting bored after 30 seconds. Can't wait till the fireworks on New Year's Eve. That's going to be really great. Like when we made that campfire at Al's cabin in Algonquin Park. Awesome captivation. Just staring. I also now feel a lot more helpful with my parents. Which can only iprove communication.
If you're fine, fine, fine, I'm sick, sick, sick!
He's ever so good at those slight puns.
For those of you don't know The Heretic Anthem,
the line goes "If you're 555 then I'm 666.")
That evening I was faced with the standard energy-crash dilemma:
I do all my homework, staying up much too late, getting much too tired and winding up much too ill for school the next day. Waste of time. Here, the question is:
SCENARIO B:
I do none of my homework, getting plenty of sleep, and turning up for school healthy and apologetic. No homework though. Here, the question is:
"Is feeling good physically and turning up for class worth the negative guilt imposed by the disapproving teachers?"
I did do some work, but realised there was no way I could go to school the next day, I could just tell.
By Monday I was feeling quite better. Not 100% yet, but well enough to go to driving school. That went on till Friday, and I got completely better. Had badly-timed growing pains in my legs, which didn't help with the stiff clutch they had on their Clios, but I just put up with it.
I was completely cream-crackered after the 40 hours in cars anyway.
My first proper day of holidays, I deserved a break.
Which would have been fine. I'm usually on good enough terms with my teachers to get away with a stunt like that, they'd understand. Plus parental note overrides everything in these situations. I'd cope. No problem.
Feeling like you're falling, even though you just have, is the weirdest feeling I know. It creeps me out. This time it was worse though. I'm perfectly used to almost falling over in the middle of the night in the toilet because I didn't have enough for supper. That happens all the time. Sometimes, if I'm having thrill issues, I can even convince mysel it's fun. Like a game. Aim for the bed or you lose. But this was different. I was already in bed. There was nowhere lower to fall. And I don't mean that metaphorically.
The only thing I can compare it to, and I don't know how useful this will be, because I don't know if anyone else has experienced this the same way as I have, is what I used to feel like when I went to sleep when I was quite a bit younger.
I could see myself in my bed, from above, spinning slowly, and fading, going down. Not down anywhere in particular, or towards anything real, just down. Generally into darkness. It was sort of a transition between awake and asleep. My way of knowing that I was definitely on the way to Dreamland now, just a few more seconds of keeping my eyes shut and -
That always reassured me. I felt in control, knowing that I could always just cancel the whole operation, by opening my eyes. Simple.
This was different. It was all faster. I got worried, because it happened in spells which were longer, and seemed even more so. I felt no power over my own situation. Nervous about the guarantee of still being conscious in a few seconds time, I shouted; partly to get my Dad to come and hold my hand, and partly to remind myself what sound was like, and to check I was still here. I wasn't though. Not really. Mentally, I was a mess.
For the sake of my good mood and getting this damn post up at last (it's now Thursday 1st December), I won't go over the entire story of my hospital experience. I wasn't myself, I got very bored, they did lots of tests, it took them a long time to work out what I had. More on exactly what that is later.
However, at least one (in fact I can think of at least 2) positive thing(s) came from it:
I got lots of visits, and I'd like to thank the following people for making this troublesome experience as agreeable as possible with their visits and chat (and especially letting me use their houses!)
Saz, Tammy, Tash, Tess, Sash, Amy, Clémence, Jane Early, Maggie O'Boyle, Mum, Dad, Joanna, Alain, Phil, Nancy, Cara, Emily, Jo, C&C, and anyone else I might have forgotten (hope you understand, I mean, if you were there, you saw the state I was in!) .
What (if anything) does that say?
God's Final Message to His Creation:
said Marvin.
Luckily, there was a stall nearby where you could rent scooters from guys with green wings.
2005-11-25
Tom Lehrer
Time was when an American about to go abroad would be warned by his friends or the guidebooks not to drink the water. But times have changed, and now a foreigner coming to this country might be offered the following advice:
You will find it very pretty.
Just two things of which you must beware:
Don't drink the water and don't breathe the air!
Pollution, pollution!
They got smog and sewage and mud.
Turn on your tap
And get hot and cold running crud!
See the halibuts and the sturgeons
Being wiped out by detergeons.
Fish gotta swim and birds gotta fly,
But they don't last long if they try.
Pollution, pollution!
You can use the latest toothpaste,
And then rinse your mouth
With industrial waste.
Just go out for a breath of air
And you'll be ready for Medicare.
The city streets are really quite a thrill -
If the hoods don't get you, the monoxide will.
Pollution, pollution!
Wear a gas mask and a veil.
Then you can breathe,
Long as you don't inhale!
Lots of things there that you can drink,
But stay away from the kitchen sink!
The breakfast garbage that you throw into the Bay
They drink at lunch in San Jose.
So go to the city,
See the crazy people there.
Like lambs to the slaughter,
They're drinking the water
And breathing [cough] the air!
The Cure
/"Boys Don't Cry")
10:15, saturday night
And the tap drips under the strip light.
And I'm sitting in the kitchen sink;
And the tap drips:
drip drip drip drip drip drip
drip drip drip drip drip drip
drip drip drip drip drip drip
drip drip drip drip drip drip
drip drip drip drip drip drip
drip
Where she's been
And the tap drips:
Drip, drip drip
drip Drip, drip drip drip Drip, drip drip
drip Drip drip drip drip drip drip
drip drip drip drip drip drip
drip drip drip drip
drip drip drip
drip drip
drip.
It's always the same...
2005-11-23
Bounce!
terminology 101.
All too often I come across ignorant fools (well this is France, after all) going on about how great the pogo at their last metal concert was. This is just plain WRONG. Metal concerts are not designed for pogo, and that's not what happens at them. At least, that's not what it's called.
(DISCLAIMER: I am well aware of how perfectionist and pedantic this next bit will sound, but after all, Sash did ask, so it's his fault (and Lauren's, of course, can't forget her ;p), and besides, a pedant is just someone who wants his opinions to the Truth. Maybe more on that later.)
The form of dancing known as pogo-dancing originated in small London pubs at the end of the 1970's, at the time of the emergence of punk into society (I like Johnathan Ross's way of putting it with the comparison to the sci-fi B movie with the alien worms that get into your head and leave later and you think "phew, that was close" but then the eggs (oh yeah) hatch and you end up with a head full of worms.), where gigs would attract 150 people (plus the band in the corner with next to no space) into the basements designed to hold 50 or so. As you can imagine, this caused something of a problem when it came to moving around sideways, as had been the style of dancing up until then. The only solution to release all the energy you got from your speed was to jump up and down and trust your luck that your feet might touch the groundat some point later. Because all this was going on underground in a big city, though, the ceilings were never terribly high, so you kept coming down a bit earlier than expected. The overall effect this produced was to make the crowd look like they were all hopping around on pogo sticks, hence the name.
Moshing, on the other hand, is something quite different altogether. (Well, insofar as two forms of rock dancing can be differecnt, sort of like the difference between African and Asian elephants.) This type of dancing is what most people refer to as pogo, because it's easier to pronounce, but that doesn't make it right. I'm not so much of an anorak on the exact historical origins of it, but my best educated guess would have to be the '80s, when metal started appearing with bands like Black Sabbath and Motörhead and all of them. It was old glam-guitar-solo-rock which had been injected with a huge dose of agitation by the punk movement, and my was it good. And with it came lots of money, which meant bigger gigs, stadiums and wide open spaces. More room to dance, so sideways made a comeback. But there was still the issue of anger management, and very soon arms (fully equipped with spikes of course) started flailing and punching. That's where it became a contact sport, survival of the fittest/biggest/best furnished in the guard department.
Ironic Virus Theme Coming Through Here Part 3
Who the hell are Jack and Sally?
Dropped down from my high-hill,
Overview of the scene
Where have I been?
Where haven't I been in so many slow recent thoughts though?
What is there now that I do not know?
Am I out? Is this doubt?
Or do I just go on, singing my song,
Whch is now far too long,
And going quite badly wrong.
Never would have said,
Would have rathered seen 'em dead,
This idea doesn't fit in my head,
But I'm not seeing red.
That's life, blunt edge of the knife,
It was just my bit of fun,
Staring at the barrel of this loaded gun,
What did I expect?
More than second best?
Hidden meanings,
Cryptic message,
Got rid of the seemings,
(torn at the seams, straight through the sea)
Seeping away what I was seeing.
And yet through all the bleating,
In those moments that now seem fleeting,
That fleet of things, under my sheeted wings.
Massage my crypt,
Into which I've slipped.
Beware the brew from which I sipped,
Off the cliff, I have been tipped.
My ties to real world have been snipped.
Now the switch has been flipped,
And my heel in the Styx finally dipped.
2005-11-22
Die Ärzte
Mein Ex(plodierte Freundin)
Gestern nacht ist meine Freundin explodiert,
ich hatte nicht damit gerechnet, darum bin ich blutverschmiert.
Wer konnte ahnen, da sie so reagiert?
Gestern nacht ist meine Freundin explodiert.
Täglich liest man in der Zeitung
von spontanen Explosionen
man blättert um und denkt im stillen:
"Das Schicksal wird
Ich frage sie - nee, ich frage SIE! - wie konnte so etwas geschehn?
Mein Baby war mein Ein und Alles,
und, entre nous: sie war auch schön.
Gestern nacht ist meine Freundin explodiert,
ich hatte nicht damit gerechnet, darum bin ich blutverschmiert.
Man kann sagen, ich bin ziemlich irritiert
gestern nacht ist meine Freundin explodiert.
Ich rief sofort die Polizei an
und sagte: "Komm schnell vorbei, Mann!"
meine Freundin ist passée,
so wie ein China-Beller "D"
Sie flog mir plötzlich um die Ohren,
kein Wunder, dass ich traurig bin:
ich hab nicht nur 'ne Frau verloren,
nein, auch die Bettwasche ist hin.
Ich wollte sie gerade kussen, da gab es einen Knall -
gerade eben lag sie neben mir,
jetzt liegt sie überall im Raum verteilt.
Gestern nacht ist meine Freundin explodiert,
zum Glück trag ich 'nen Integralhelm, darum ist mir nichts passiert.
Wer konnte ahnen, da sie so reagiert?
Gestern nacht ist meine Freundin explodiert.
Als meine erste große Liebe ganz spontan in Flammen stand
da habe ich noch laut gelacht.
Die nächste wurde dann von Außerirrdischen entfuhrt
ich hab mir nichts dabei gedacht.
Mit Freundin Nummer Drei
war es auch bald vorbei.
Sie versteinerte, das fand ich ganz normal.
Doch als die vierte explodierte, wurde mir dann langsam klar
da meine Partnerin zu sein wohl nicht ganz ungefährlich war?
Gestern nacht ist meine Freundin explodiert,
ich hatte nicht damit gerechnet, darum bin ich blutverschmiert.
Wer konnte ahnen, da sie so explodiert?
Gestern nacht ist meine Freundin explodiert.
The Vandals
My Girlfriend's Dead
(from the album "Hitler bad, Vandals good.")
I once had a girlfriend, but then one day she dumped me and everywhere I'd go people would ask me where she was.
But I don't want to talk about her.
But someone always asks about her.
So I tell them all my girlfriend's dead.
I say it's leukemia or sometimes bulimia or a great big truck ran her over and chopped off her head.
But I don't want to talk about her.
But someone always asks about her.
So I tell them all my girlfriend's dead.
I guess there's a part of me that likes the sympathy or the looks on their faces when I tell them how she passed away.
But I don't want to talk about her.
But someone always asks about her.
So I tell them all she's dead.
My girlfriend's dead you see, it's a total lie- but it's easier on me than having to admit that she likes someone else.
My girlfriend's dead you know, please change the subject or I'm going to go jump off a building and join her in heaven.
2005-11-20
Squirrel Songs
Foamy the angry squirrel busking in a park, it's hilarious, the music's cool too, and here are the lyrics pinched straight from the subtitles:
Squirrelly Wrath
I will kill you all
Nothing you can do about it
I will kill you all
Nothing you can do about it
Squirrelly Wrath
Squirrelly Wrath
Squirrelly Wrath
You’re all gonna die
You’re all gonna die
Squirrelly Wrath
Squirrelly Wrath
I’m The Lord & Master
I’m the lord & master
All of you are bastards
Worship me
Or I’ll stab your eyes ‘till you bleed
I’m the lord & master
And So I’m A Squirrel
And so I’m, a squirrel
And you’re not, how pathetic you are
So I’m, a squirrel
And you’re not, you’re just human, how pathetic you are
You don’t have a fluffy tail
You don’t have squirrelly wrath
You just build to destroy
While I collect some nuts
And you all suck