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09-29-05 You people are all very nice, but sometimes it can be frustrating. "Have you seen my new lyric?" invariably results in a "nice" or "that's good, and so true". Getting anything further is like pulling teeth. Sometimes I still feel like I'm showing a smattering of crayon on paper to mom and dad who reply "very nice" and hang it on the fridge. GeekMan's World is my adult-level refrigerator. It would be nice, however, to get some more passionate feedback, such as "I really like this line" or "I'm not sure this works" or "these two ideas relate well". I want a means by which to improve myself, not a pat on the head and a cookie. What does it matter, art is a superfluous luxury in this society, right? She pedals in her sleep; her foot mimicking that quick up-down release of the sustain between changes of harmony. I tried to hold that foot still with my own feet but it refused to be constrained. She must have been performing Chopin in her dreams. Pianists... 09-27-05 At last. I have done it. It's a nice feeling when you create something like this. Not necessarily because you assume other people will think it's good but because you know that you've created something that got across what you wanted to say in the way you wanted to say it. So is Human Accessories, which will certainly make its way into my lyrics class at the next opportunity. It's the result of years of watching society take an increasingly insensitive and product-driven stance towards the human being, and a solid 18 months of being involved with someone who made me feel like an accessory. This poem has been wanting to give itself shape for ages, now it has form, and that feels GOOD. 09-21-05 Some snarling has developed between Steve Jobs and the major record labels, who want Apple to raise the prices of their songs in the iTunes Music Store, currently set at 99¢ per song on average. Jobs says that by cutting out manufacturing costs, the record companies are already making more money per song through the iTunes store than through CD distribution, and any inclination to raise prices only amounts to "greed". Steve also says that any price increase would result in users turning back to piracy, and that he'll resist a price hike fiercely. Good for him. Frankly, I can't help wondering when the record companies' time will finally expire. In the digital world, they are outmoded. I'll bet that they know it, and that they're scared shitless. Scream, bitches. Scream. 09-20-05 Sometimes you just need to be alone... or perhaps, you need to be away from certain people. I think I'd be happier in New West, with the rest of that crowd. There are also some people you can't get away from, ever. That's just life, and something you have to learn to accept. I got her a present. I know she'll love it. 09-19-05 Yar mateys! Today be International Talk Like a Pirate Day. So have some rum and laugh at all the scurvy land-lubbers. Yarrr... 09-17-05 For those inquiring minds who want to know: yes, I have a lady friend. Her name is Angela, and those of you in the lower mainland may know her as a friend of Danielle's. She's already proven herself to be the coolest lady friend ever, because her and I are going to go see Video Games Live on it's stop in Vancouver. VGL is an orchestral concert tour doing music from Mario, Final Fantasy, Halo, Metal Gear Solid, Zelda, and many other classic games. It will be at the Queen Elizabeth theatre on October 30th. So yay for Angela. :-) The Saturday the 29th and Sunday 30th of October will officially be known as the "Geekend", seeing as how I'll be dressing as the Joker and hanging out with other Batman villains on the 29th (our Halloween party) and going to see VGL the next evening. Geektacular! 09-15-05 Maybe I should just break down now and start a regular feature for "Embarrassing George W. Bush Photo of the Day". I think I'll be able to get more than enough original material. I couldn't sleep again last night. I was so tired, but my mind was alive, moving. It was because of her. That's funny, I thought I was too old to feel like this now. Too bitter from past experiences. It's a nice surprise. Com'on weekend, get here faster... UPDATE: For those you you who can't make it out, George's note to Condee reads, "I think I may need a bathroom break? Is this possible?" 09-14-05 This is worth a look. It should be arriving in your inbox soon, preceded by a million and one forwarding headers. This is the first I've seen it. Take a look at the title footer, and re-read it a few times. Then laugh. Good job. 
09-13-05 GOD: Arthur! Arthur, King of the Britons! Everything's set right now. And by God it's gonna stay that way. There comes a point when you realize that you're not always powerless in this vast sea of a society, sometimes you can just grab life by the ears and reposition it. From now on, if I piss someone off, or if they have any sort of issue with me, they shall come talk to me about it. If they waive that right, it's their own bloody problem. Likewise, if someone pisses me off, they're gonna hear about it. I spend enough time telling my friends how great they are and how much I care that they can take a little constructive criticism now and then. Things are gonna be different around here, so you all had better just toe the line. I'm watching you... 09-12-05 People confuse me, always have, always will. Probably the biggest cause of this confusion is the fact that people never actually say what they mean. If you're disagreeing with me right now, you're WRONG. There's always some level of pretense at work for the sake of politeness or propriety or something else that's utter bullshit. And I'm sick of it. I'm sick of it and have been made sick of it for the last time. So I'm going to give you two pieces of advice: First of all, when you talk to me, you say what you MEAN. I spend so much of my time trying not to piss anyone off and it's still not enough. You tell me how you feel about what I've said or done, for good or for bad. You can be honest without inherently being offensive. I don't care what society has taught you about propriety, honesty is more important. Next of all, let's talk about the blog. It is a place where we express ourselves publicly, and for that it's a wonderful invention. But it is no substitute for TALKING TO YOUR FRIENDS. A blog is public: anyone and everyone can and will read it, and you should keep that in mind when you post. We are adults, and we solve our problems by talking them over with friends, not passing notes which inevitably are made privy to the rest of the class by a zealous teacher. Perhaps I've been guilty of this a few times in the past, but I've grown up. Enough of your all too thinly-veiled references, talk to your friends, that's what they're there for. There will be no more of this attempting to fit into social networks, you can all play by my rules now. So smarten up. 09-09-05 I think you'll find this little e-mail exchange between Nadia and I amusing (in case you didn't realize, it's regarding my Desktop Image):
09-08-05 Welcome to 3AM. I hate nights like this. Nights where you just lie in bed awake for no particular reason, tossing back and forth every time one side of the pillow gets too warm. At any given moment, one of about three songs is on infinite repeat in my head. Then my mind wanders more, back to that day a year ago when I last spoke to Nancy, and gave her one more opportunity to hurt me, which was well-utilized. And that's when I fling the covers off myself in self-disgust, flick on the light, and open my laptop. No one is on MSN to ground me. So I just run around reading the blogs of people who probably don't expect me to be reading them. I feel like a spy. I'll be a wreck at work tomorrow, I'm sure. Fate shall make certain that it's terribly busy and that I'm unable to focus on any given task. You people out there, have so many things you take for granted. A digestive system that works properly and doesn't spew acid up your esophagus for no good reason. The ability to fall asleep at a moment's notice. The capability of operating with less than 6 hours of sleep. The capacity to be optimistic about anything. Crazy Jesse, time for sleep... 09-07-05 Let it be known that I am officially a fan of ShortPacked, a fairly new webcomic whose main characters work in a toy store. I'm a big fan of the author's interpretations of Batman. Also nice is the statement on GI Joe characters. Knocking badly written sci-fi movies is always a larf. And yes, the Transformers have totally been taken in a bad direction. I have more stuff to say, but for the moment I'll keep it inside my head. Such is my prerogative. 09-03-05 The experiment is now 8 years old, but this article from the High Field Magnet Laboratory of the Radboud University Nijmegen in the Netherlands is still fascinating. It explains how extremely powerful magnets can be used to levitate many non-magnetic objects, particularly those which contain lots of water. Let's say, a frog. It's a very little-known area of physics and naturally gets a lot of attention when exposed to the public. Apparently, the university even got a letter from, and I shit you not, The Church of Latter Day Snakes offering to buy on of the physics department's "levitation machines" for a million pounds. Oh humanity, you never cease to disappoint me. 09-01-05 They're odd things, friends are. You can be completely surrounded by them and still feel lonely and disconnected. It's an odd thing trying to make friends. Sometimes people are neat and interesting and while it would seem that you have much in common, it's an uphill battle to actually progress the friendship anywhere. I'm starting to realize that there isn't a convenient person around whom I by default consider to be "best friend". I must confess that this is the first time in quite a while I've been in this scenario. I find myself floating around in a nebulous social state. I'm following the lines from person to person, stretching out my social group, and that's good. Nevertheless, I'm the type of person that likes to feel grounded. It's nice to float free once in a while, but eventually, I rather like to land. It should be mentioned that Steph now lives with us, and so far, it's been working out just fine. Now that the initial move-in has been dealt with, things are a lot less cramped. The dinner menu has been a lot more diverse, and preparation has actually become something that not everyone needs to be involved in at the same time. Plus Steph is just a super person. Limbo.... |
