Aug 08 2008
You know what I just realized on the way home from work? I bitch and moan a lot when it comes to concerts… and food… and waking up early.
But then again, I’m assuming you guys probably don’t want to hear how wonderful my life is, cause, well, happy people are annoying as balls on a frozen sidewalk.
I’m going to order Chinese food and maybe watch some NIN music videos, a slight fix if you will.
Aug 08 2008
My Nine Inch Nails concert for today has been postponed… SHIT! I needed this so bad. I’ve had a completely shitty time lately. I don’t drink, smoke, do drugs, or have a girlfriend thus my outlet is being music’s bitch, but alas that too goes through it’s moments of “leave me the hell alone”.
At least Reznor isn’t a complete douche about it:
Hey everyone -
Just want to personally say how sorry I am to have to do this. I never take postponing a show lightly and if there were any possible way I could pull this off I would. This is a very frustrating and maddening situation for me and I appreciate your understanding. I’ll make it up to you.
Thanks
– Trent Reznor
Jul 29 2008
I always wondered why our Sun and our Moon are proper nouns and other celestial bodies have better names. I mean Titan, now that’s a name, but it’s also a moon, not the Moon.
I’m going to start calling our Moon a new name from now on, Luna is a nice fit (Harry Potter fans rejoice I guess). As for the Sun, shrug, I was always partial to Ra or maybe Flamey McBall, I haven’t decided which one I prefer more.
Jul 15 2008
Happy 4 year anniversary to Binary Tuberculosis. 550 posts later and I am worse off than I was back then. Oh well, I’d start this coughtesticular journal anyway, hell with hindsight.
Jul 12 2008
Sister was in the hospital all night. They wouldn’t let me stay overnight, so I left at 1am and now I’m back. The doctor should’ve been here at 10am, but the jerk isn’t going to start his rounds until 11:30am. Jerk. I blame doctor egos and sunny days. He had better discharge her.
Jul 07 2008
The new Bloc Party single, Mercury, is going to be released August 11th. It starts off a bit… “What the hell is this shit?”, but it inflates into something better. If this single is anything to go by, then I’m going to assume the jump from A Weekend In The City (their second album) to their unreleased third album is going to be similar to their jump from Silent Alarm (the first album) to their second.
Here’s hoping they don’t let me down when the album is actually released.
Jun 27 2008
For some reason I asked myself earlier in the day, what could be the worst curse one can have? Midas came to mind, as did Sisyphus, but as I looked over my bedside table, I settled on a singular answer for today… August from John Crowley’s Little, Big.
Why? August had made a trade, a deck of cards in return for power over the hearts of all women. Cursed he had become.
He learned, though slowly, what all great harrowed lovers learn: that love is what most surely compels love–is perhaps, except for brute force, the only thing that does, though only (and this was the terrible gift he had been given) when the lover truly believes, as August could, that when his love is strong enough it must surely be returned–and August’s was.
…he came to know that it did not and had not ever contained his power over women: his power over women lay in their power over him.
Imagine having the love of every woman. Imagine not being able to stop loving them. Imagine not being to stop their love from being returned. Imagine endless heartbreaks. A curse indeed.
His role in the novel wasn’t major and in fact there are characters with even more tragic happenings, heroes even, but his short role in those pages was… refreshing. Seeing a gift in a different light. But I guess, sadly, it seems to be one of those curses that you must experience yourself to truly fear. I wouldn’t mind being rewarded with this curse (or cursed with this gift), as I’m sure all of you wouldn’t mind either.
