Tuesday, November 22, 2005

My Sixth Sense Peacefully Placed on My Breath

I have long since abandoned dreams of seeing certain performers live. Cacteu Twins (well, Elizabeth Fraser in general), Massive Attack, Portishead, Front Line Assembly, Hypnoskull, The Banshees (Ms. Sioux I can see during the next Creatures tour), and Mr. Bungle have all been regulated to the abyss of the never to be seen live. To be fair, I did have Bauhaus in this list and that was taken care of, so who knows for certain, but I am well aware that the odds are very slim.

In contemplating this, I wonder why I have this drive to see live performances. I mean, this is what I have records for right?


Thursday, November 17, 2005

"No," Means, "Eat Me Out First."

For reasons I can't quite explain, that really bothers me.

"I will eat your babies, no doubt."

Funny lookin' critter isn't he? My faovirte line from the whole speech is, "In Washington you can ordinarily rely on some basic measure of truthfulness and good faith in the conduct of political debate..." It's kind of like that, "we don't torture people," bit.

I've been busier than Satan during Lent this past week, sorry. More later, midterms now.


Wednesday, November 09, 2005

Oh, and Then There Were Protesters

Where does time go?

I am full of detachment today. I don't want to do anything, I feel irritable, cranky, and fuck. Anyway, I got a call while I was DJing yesterday, the conversation went about as follows:
Me: Radio K.
Caller: Hi, is this Thomas?
Me: Yup, what can I do for you?
Caller: I have a question and a request.
Me: Okay, shoot.
Caller: I heard you were a, "mixie," is that true?
Me: ... A what?
Caller: A, "mixie," half-asian, half-white.
Me: Oh, yeah it's true, why?
Caller: Well, I'm a mixie too. [She may have said something after that, I don't really remember]
Me: ... Okay, what can I play for, you oh fellow, "mixie?"
Caller: ... [Indignant] Fine, I guess you didn't want to have me call, but anyway, I would like to hear...
The relavent bit was over at that point, but a few things stand out:
1) I've never heard, "mixie," in my entire life.
2) That she got all huffy.
3) Who the hell was this girl and who did she hear I was mixed from?

I mean, I've been on the radio a while, but that creeped the shit out of me.


Tuesday, November 08, 2005

Unead, Undead, Undead

Bauhaus is cooler than any of us. You know, I know it, Zorak know it.


Thursday, November 03, 2005

The War Won't Stop, for the Love of God

Metric is the jam-monster.

Yesterday was national walkout day, just in case you don't look at that news thing or regularly visit a college campus. The whole idea is let's all leave class at the same time and then go protest Bush and the War and all that stuff. Me? Nah I didn't participate, I try to be constructive with my protests.

I don't think it's going to stop kids. I don't think enough people will care if congress announces that the case for Iraq was non-existant. I don't think the majority of Americans will figure it out, hell 50% don't know who Karl Rove is, let alone why there's these news stories about some chick named Valaire or know if something illegal might have happened (for the record, I think the spy thing is a stupid law to begin with). I don't think most people realize how vigourously conservative Alito is. I don't think it will matter how many times prison abuse will come, people won't figure anything out. I don't think it matters how many reports of attempted suicide, hunger strikes, and what not before people stop believing it's all part of terrorist training. I don't think it'll matter how messy it gets because nothing will happen.

Yeah, we're fighting the war, but it's not going to stop. Sucks doesn't it?