Just dropped in

To see what condition my condition is in.

"Hey, some crude garage mix of the little bastards rehearsing Christmas music just went to No. 1 on the Holiday Charts. Think Kenny G is choking on his own cock over that one?"

Not entirely relevant, but that's okay. Cause Jon Stewart said it.

My life is odd. I know that much. Finished the book with that long title. I don't know what to say about it. At ALL.

Lotsa stuff is happening. Going through a depressive phase. I think i'm going to have some cheese. I'm not really solving anything though. Self-medication to the rescue. Hopefully, this thing lifts before Olivers'. Olivers' may in fact lift it. That would be rad.

Theological Implications.

I no longer think it a coincidence. It is a fact, irrevocably and painfully true.

There is a force out there greater than us, and it is evil. It conspires to keep us out of touch with the one and true good, Moginie.

Every single time I want to see Moginie in a band, something comes up.

"Hey you wanna come see me play?"
"Tonight? No goddamn it, I have two assignments due in a couple of days."

"Message recieved: The Fiends ride again!"
*works till 11 that night*

"Message recieved: Moginie family plays! With family dog!"
"...Just organised that night for Umbilical!"

But not this time. No force shall keep me from the sacrament that is the Moginie family playing. It has been said; it will be done.

I bought a magnum of chardonnay. A goddamn magnum. I don't even like Chardonnay!

I've been reading a lot, but nothing newish recently. Finished reading ZAMM and Lila again. Read some Chomsky. Started reading about Derrida, but then put that down due to complications. Like his odd inscrutability. I'll give it another whack soon.

Looking forward to vacation. Nice word. Vacating is nice.

Things to do and organise. I should sleep. 'I can sleep when i'm dead.'

'Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana.'

Three. 3. Layers.

Rob Corddry linkage! Also, a ad for Gondry's new flick The Science of Sleep. I didn't even know it was out on DVD. I invested in it!

There probably is a 95 theses for gaming

I wish I were there.

It's three-thirty in the morn, i'm mildly unable to sleep, and so here I am, trying to hunt down games.

I game way too hard. I regard gaming not just as a divergent pastime; it is an activity unto itself. It has as much meaning and substance as reading or doing something 'productive' does for me. It's fuckin' great.

I'm downloading some oldskool stuff I remember, now that I have space and junk. I've been fiddling around with my computer a bit, and I'm all gumptioned up. I haven't been doing anything major, just moving optical drives and hard drives, but it feels really good. Mistakes made: remove all optical media from optical drives. Don't repeat this mistake. Twice.

Remember Theme Hospital? I played the game a lot, and got very far, when it suddenly started glitching on me. Strange stuff like doctors stuck in doors, and floating rooms. Was deeply sad. So i'm downloading it now! It's finished. My predeliction for oldskool has just started.

Penny Arcade introduced me to this rather addictive game. It does not help there is only one seed. I is sad. Hopefully that person will stay in seed for atleast another 5 hours. Eww. Seed.

There was a random doco on SBS about porn stars. It looked kinda interesting.

Free moofie tomorrow! I am totally going. They've had that program for years and i've never taken advantage of it. What would the economist think of me? Shame probably. Ironic shame.