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!