You know what? I am not going out with girls to feel better about myself any more. Nor am I having sex with girls to try to jump start a connection that just isn't quite there any more. If I don't feel it, I'm not doing it. I don't need a emotional support system. Maybe want is the right word there. Do not want. Thank you and good night.

So I often have to do stuff that I really don't want to do. But the sad truth of grad school is that it's really not possible to phone anything in-- you have to be there mentally or you're just wasting time. And one of the little tricks I've come up with to get things done against my brain's wishes is a trick *I* call reverse snooze-buttoning ( Read more... )

So I do a lot of classic movies on Netflix, which always ends badly-- I end up with something heavy when I want dick and fart jokes and gratuitous nudity, always. This go-round was no exception; I got Aguirre, The Wrath Of God. That movie is really weirding me out right now. Basically, a scouting party from Pizarro's mission mutinies and goes ( Read more... )

The subject really says it all. Barely even left the house today-- working on stuff, picking through mixes, etc. Probably could've gone out tonight, but, man, just wasn't into it. Of course, sitting at home is also a downer, so this returns us to the original subject line. Too much time indoors is no bueno.

Tom Waits produces the only blues music within my lifetime that I'll listen to. That's my cutoff for the blues. I hate to write off whole genres, but 1979 and on can fuck straight off.

I was out at Ruth's for Sunday brunch. They had two middle-aged ladies playing extremely boring folk music-- think the NPR ladies from Saturday Night Live with acoustic guitars. And that's good, non-offensive musical wallpaper. Whatever. But they started playing John Lennon's 'Imagine'-- and they CHANGED THE LYRICS. (Specifically 'and no ( Read more... )

Ok, so I just got done writing like the devil, and, if I do say so myself, think I have done a fine job of it as well. So I will indulge myself while I should be sleeping ( Read more... )

That certainly was an interesting evening.  Ok, so I'm just going to say it, because I can say it here and no one will judge me.  My cousin's friends' band fucking blew donkey ass.  Those guys sucked profoundly.  It was an assault on my ears.  Ear rape.  I'm not fucking joking.  I have no poker face at all, and if those guys were looking out into ( Read more... )

also, what's up with acrobat wanting to reboot my computer when I update it? I mean, seriously acrobat, what exactly do you think you are doing for me? Show me my fucking pdf and shut up. I swear to god. If I wanted a new version I'd just download it and delete the old one. Need to remember your place.

I like to write haiku while I'm drifting off in class. The nice thing about my haiku is that they don't last very long.

Fuck your beard, old dude.
Your pompous green turtleneck,
stop talking. just stop.

The pre-class hour when
nothing feels half as good as
not making my slides.