February 5th, 2002

The view from up here

Day on

Today's my day off, and before the normal start of business at the bank, I have accomplished more than I usually do on any other given day. Granted, most of it has been introspective, but I've pounded out the first twentifive pages (half a day) of Atlas. I've had a few deep and sweeping revelations (I wanted to say realizations, but they're not until I make them real) about writing, and about Ayn Rand. Very interesting; so far it reads like a fairy tale, with larger than life characters and very black and white good and not-so-good. It is not bad.

Hey, my TV is playing a Live song at me. One from Throwing Copper that I actually like. Wouldn't you be pleased?

I woke up thoughtful after a mildly disturbing dream which involved having to be driven by my mom to Monroe, New York, to see a very small concert/book sale (live music at a book store) which was then cancelled and replaced by a lingerie sale hosted by Tracey Ullman. She was wearing a demicup brassiere. Oooookay. Dunno why, but I started thinking about people I "know." I was thinking of tearfilled reunions with people I've never physically met and currently missing electrons.

Na na na na, na nana nana, na na. I am surrounded by the sound, the sound.

I was thinking about how little I actually know about some people. Where do you live? Who are these friends you always mention? How long have you known them? Are you being sarcastic when you talk about her?

I'm reminded of the day I realized just how scarcely people address each other by name, and how important introductions really are. I always give people a name to call me by when they meet me. It's seldom my given name, but it beats Hey, You.

Some people are just a puzzle to me. I don't know them at all. Some people I thought I knew, but then they introduce new people I don't remember being introduced to, because they've always been there, taken for granted in your life. Some people feel like they could be BeEst FriEnds 4EVAR, if only we'd ever met or hung out. Some people have proved me right about that already. And some of you prove that friendship is real and lasting, with the way we slide back into conversation so subtly.

I need to dance with you, for real, barefoot, under moonlight on dewy grass. Just to see what it's like.

I want to come to the rescue. I want to be your fondest distant memory. I want to write the song that's in your head when you die. I want better circulation, so that my hands wouldn't be freezing at the moment. I want people to cut out all the abbreviating, like AtM. I want money to suddenly become a bad thing, and for time to instead become much more precious. Too many people frivolously waste time trying to make money.
  • Current Music
    Live - All 0ver j00 . NewOrder - Primitive Notion . Paul Simon - Bitch, Call Me Silky . The Thompson Twins - Hold Me NOW! . The Cure - Close to Me

Yes?

Yes.

That is the bassline to Geddy Lee's "My Favorite Headache" coming out of my TV.

Fuck. Yeah.

Today I need a new top5

I am using lj-sema.

"I want to talk, but I haven't got much to say."

I think I'm going to get some knives and practice throwing them. Everything in this place is either wood or drywall. I nominate my closet door as a target. If I'm nice, I'll take down my brother's Ma Vie en Rose poster first, instead of using poor Ludovic as my target.

Until then, I am throwing knives of thought against the wormeaten planks of my journal. It's my favorite headache.

Oooh, Love for Sale. We're talking Heads, here. Talking ones.

There's a lyrics survey or something floating around. I might do it later. Right now, I need to eliminate.
  • Current Music
    i watch tv, what do you want from me?
Grrr!, Dammit!

Just a girl? She's a bomb!

OMG NOW THEY ARE PLAYING MY FAVORITE WHO SONG THE ONE NO ONE KNOWS OR CARES ABOUT WHOO AND YES I ONCE ACTUALLY KKNEW A GIRL NAMED ATHENA SHE WAS GREEK AND HER SISTER WAS MARGARITA AND WENT TO OUR SCHOOL BUT THEY BOTH WENT TO OUR PROM CAUSE DOODZ THOT THEY WAS HOT BUT NO SHE WASN"T A BOMB THO SHE WAS THE BOMB!!!!!!!!!!!@@@!~!!!!

That was fun.
  • Current Music
    tv[ t h e w h o. a t h e n a ]
Joy!

OH MY GOD

They are playing the live video of Closer to the Heart from Different Stages live. OH MY FUCKING CHRIST. I am ready to cry. Concert footage from over twentifive years of touring. I'm like, tears of joy here. Yay!

And the men who hold high places must be the ones who start
To mold a new reality, closer to the heart
Closer to the heart.

The blacksmith and the artist reflect it in their art
Forge their creativity, closer to the heart
Closer to the heart.

Philosophers and plowmen, each must know his part
to sow a new mentality, closer to the heart

*Geddy's Bass Solo*

*Jam with Lerxst*

You can be the Captain, and I will draw the chart
Sailing into destiny, closer to the heart
Closer to the heart.

*jam fer a cuppola more minits*


Now I am in the mood for more Ayn Rand. Maybe I'll listen to Fly by Night and 2112, which are more closely inspired by her.

OMG TUESDAY TWOPLAY I FORGOT AND NOW IT'S BIG MONEY OMG BAD CG VR EFFECTS + FAKE MONOPOLY BOARD%#@$%!!!

I love how dark and brooding the solo is, in the midst of this poppy tune. It's like, HEY YEAH, MOTHERFUCKERS. DON'T FORGET HOW DARK AND DEPRESSIVE THE REST OF THE ALBUM IS. I'm really kicking myself for not spending the five or six bucks (back when I had no cash, tho) on that Power Windows vinyl with the scratches. It's the only album I don't have. I still kinda wish they'd played Time Stand Still with Aimee Mann, though.
  • Current Music
    Tom Petty - Runnin down a Dream / Won't Back down

Aliens

Yes, I know; shut up and stop seizing your friends page. In a minute.

Alright, Aliens. These things have two stages; one generation is the facehuggers that hatch from eggs, and the other is the queen that lays the eggs and bursts out of people's chests. Now the facehuggers are symbiotic; to replicate, they have to attach to a host organism (of a different species). Then their DNA combines with the host's DNA and absorbs some of the best traits, pretty much the way Darwin described it. We will assume, for the purposes of this essay (*snicker*), that the dual-stage thingy was an inherent characteristic of the species, though I can't understand how it could exist without another organism to bind with, and, if that was the case, then the whole binding thing was already a trait of the species.

ANYway, so these aliens have blood that is also a very powerful motherfucking thing called "molecular acid." This is worse than the stuff your parents used to do at primitive raves (called 'love-ins'). This acid is MOLECULAR. It has molecules, not just atoms. I wonder if, when they stole the acid blood (not merely acidic— the blood itself is an acid), if they all went, "Well, gee. GFG (good fucking game, for the lay person; it means 'well done!') on having already mixed DNA with those space aliens whose MOTHERFUCKING BODIES AND INTERNAL ORGANS could not be eaten by acid." Or maybe it was like a RPG (role-playing game, again), and they all went, "w00t! We found the space creatures with the bodies that can't be eaten by acid! Now we can go back to that planet in level four with the acid blood space critters!"

I feel like I forgot to close a parenthesis in there somewhere.
  • Current Music
    The average fish has enough Mercury in it to make Queen. Would you EAT Queen?
Want Fries with that?

The one thing

One thing I hate is when people play InXS' Need You Tonight and Mediate seperately. They were meant to go together! I suppose you can play Need You Tonight without Mediate, but not the other way around. The beginning of Mediate is the end of NYT. You can't play just then end of a song and then another song!

This all stems from a "Twoplay" of InXS that started with The One Thing, and then played Need You Tonight. The end of Need You Tonight is the start of Mediate, but did they care? NO! They should have played both songs together, and called that the Twoplay. Or better, they should have played Need You Tonight/Mediate AND The One Thing. And Never Tear Us Apart.
  • Current Music
    Bad Religion - Sorrow