PAX East was absolutely one of the greatest times around. Mike and Jerry, the Protomen, MC Frontalot, and a surprise concert by the fantastic Random AKA Megaran, everything went amazingly. And got a crack at the 3ds. The thing looks amazing, probably around ps2 quality visuals, but I don't know about the strain on the eyes, which is, unfortunately, my main concern. Have to see in the future.
Anybody else make it there?
Anybody else make it there?
Back to school tomorrow, actually pretty relieved. This break has been less than restful...
Hello classes, prepare to be bent over.
Hello classes, prepare to be bent over.
Been a LONG while since I updated this.
Just got back from an awesome weekend with the very sexy xMistressxKirax in and around Pittsburgh.
Nothing's sexier than a woman in a peach costume asking you to teach her how to play Magic: The Gathering.
The long-ass train ride was excellent too: Several books too, and I was introduced to the darkly and starkly beautiful writing of Ryu Murakami.
Just got back from an awesome weekend with the very sexy xMistressxKirax in and around Pittsburgh.
Nothing's sexier than a woman in a peach costume asking you to teach her how to play Magic: The Gathering.
The long-ass train ride was excellent too: Several books too, and I was introduced to the darkly and starkly beautiful writing of Ryu Murakami.
Reading Yukio Mishima (especially after watching Schrader's film) can have intensely humbling and inspiring effects on one's views. The man chose beauty and aesthetics over everything; his characters die for the sake of sublimity and Mishima did no less himself, or at least felt that he was doing such. How cruel then that he should portray the world in such dazzling and overwhelming terms, in terms that make one feel unable to leave it for love of it.
Good to be back from Oklahoma, I was about to lose patience with things like "Waspers," "Warshing machines," and "y'alls." Nothing like a hoedown themed wedding to top it all off, except perhaps a 25 hour car ride with 4 other people in a diminutive fucking Prius.
On the plus side, even the most basic adherence to English grammar now thrills and delights me, as does at least one square foot of personal space. Not having the space even to jerk off for a week and a half takes its toll after a while.
On the plus side, even the most basic adherence to English grammar now thrills and delights me, as does at least one square foot of personal space. Not having the space even to jerk off for a week and a half takes its toll after a while.
I'm pretty sure metal was created specifically for the mood I'm in: the near anarchistic desire for utter destruction, both within and without.
It's a shame I'm too impatient to have learned the guitar.
It's a shame I'm too impatient to have learned the guitar.
I finally gave up my girlfriend of three years, after losing my remaining patience to the constant cheating and lying. The most pathetic part is that even after all of that (and even though she tried to dump me but immediately tried to return when she'd had her fun), I felt bad for her.
On a more positive note, my reading - mostly in a postmodern vein - has been going quite well. Just finished Brian McHale's "Postmodernist Fiction," Italo Calvino's "If on a winter's night a traveler," and started Beckett's "Molloy." Actually looking forward to school's starting again that I might attend Professor Fucci's Joyce class.
On a more positive note, my reading - mostly in a postmodern vein - has been going quite well. Just finished Brian McHale's "Postmodernist Fiction," Italo Calvino's "If on a winter's night a traveler," and started Beckett's "Molloy." Actually looking forward to school's starting again that I might attend Professor Fucci's Joyce class.
What compulsion drives me to record the most mundane events of a similarly mundane day? Who knows.
The only interesting thing I've done is read some more "Myth of Sisyphus," which has been outstanding thus far. I'm thinking I'll follow it up with "Being and Nothingness" to get a little Existential chain going. Plus, it'll help wash clean my palette after having to reread passages from such brilliant protest prose as "Tuesdays With Morrie," a collection of tired Hallmark aphorisms, and "The Color of Water," which informs me that racism is wrong. What a development.
The only interesting thing I've done is read some more "Myth of Sisyphus," which has been outstanding thus far. I'm thinking I'll follow it up with "Being and Nothingness" to get a little Existential chain going. Plus, it'll help wash clean my palette after having to reread passages from such brilliant protest prose as "Tuesdays With Morrie," a collection of tired Hallmark aphorisms, and "The Color of Water," which informs me that racism is wrong. What a development.
Preparing to write a short paper on Borges' "Library of Babel," the LAST paper of the semester, and finishing Schopenhauer at some point today. Maybe some Banjo Tooie?
Also, as a side note, Jersey drivers are the worst in the world, I'd wager. I've driven through a number of states, but Jersey's the only one in which I can feel that my life is threatened, frequently and by another's ineptitude, on a 5 miles stretch.
Futurama has your number, Jersey.
Also, as a side note, Jersey drivers are the worst in the world, I'd wager. I've driven through a number of states, but Jersey's the only one in which I can feel that my life is threatened, frequently and by another's ineptitude, on a 5 miles stretch.
Futurama has your number, Jersey.
