Last night I indulged in what is both a hopeful exercise and a discouraging one: I looked at north New Jersey apartment listings on Craigslist ( Read more... )

Last Tuesday was my fifteenth My Chemical Romance show, and my first since their return. The anticipation for it eclipsed anything else happening this month (i.e., your Xmas cards are all now New Year's cards ( Read more... )

Well, that's what it feels like, and I'm the kid who can't sleep! I can't think past tomorrow, going to St Louis is the top of the hill and I can't see anything beyond it. I'm excited and nervous and superstitiously trying to avoid looking directly at it. The snow and cold makes everything uncertain, and the conflicting reports from the last two ( Read more... )

Having a great conversation over at anna_unfolding's journal, and it's bringing up ideas that have been lurking since this whole Danger Days thing started percolating through my system. I didn't think that this album was going to hit me like TBP did; TBP became the language of my heart and no matter what G and the gang say about it being dead, it's always going ( Read more... )

I've a friend who once talked about his dark times being like a pit he was always running from, and sometimes it caught up to him. It catches up to me sometimes, too ( Read more... )

I've gotta hang on to it. I can't let it go, this feeling, this fierce angry joy at being exactly who I am, at being the person all the long years have given birth to. It's so easy to lose it, it slips away in the day-to-day, and only something like the electric shock that new music brings is enough to wake me up, bring me back to myself ( Read more... )

Yesterday morning I read a Witchvox article wherein the author promised to explore the basics of what Pagans might need "in order to connect with our God(s) in a mutually satisfactory manner", but then only just made a list of fripperies that we clearly don't ( Read more... )

Three years ago today I ripped open a little cardboard package that had arrived while I was at work, took out the cd that was inside, and put it in my cd player to play. I sat myself down next to it, there at my dining room table, and that was it. That was the last thing I did before I heard The Black Parade for the first time ( Read more... )

I haven't been updating much, and I'm not exactly certain why...but perhaps it's because I feel that my life is inherently un-postworthy these days. I have a steady job; it is occasionally awful and occasionally fun. I watch movies but I do not review them at my movie LJ. I think about my stories but I rarely write them. I am constantly trying to ( Read more... )

Back when I played regularly in the SCA, my friends and I had a little thing we would do as a joke: we would raise our hands in front of us as if holding a sheet of paper, and say "Here's a map of where we're not going." (i.e., "Don't go there, dude, I don't want to hear anymore about it.") Of course, after awhile we didn't even have to say ( Read more... )