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For maybe the first time in a year, I had a GOOD dream last night. Most of mine are nightmares. I don't remember what it was really, but I do remember one really cute part and I actually woke up feeling relaxed. I needed that, but the truth is I'm only feeling relaxed for fucked up reasons. I guess we all have our vices -- mine are apparently just really messed...
Oh. Fucking. BALLS!!!
I got food poisoning from a bad burrito. Actually, that's an oxymoron in & of itself because has there ever been a good burrito? So in addition to being a "bad burrito" to start off with, it was a 7-11 burrito. A 7-11 burrito named Da Bomb. I guess I was the genius who failed to see the warning signs. Oh, and did I mention that I bought it the day after a (minor) power outage? See, I was hopeful enough to actually believe 7-11 would dispose of perishable food that was sitting in an open cooler after a blackout. Serves me right.
So the next morning I felt like hell. I was sore and had headache, etc...you know: all the familiar hangover symptoms. Now, I don't get hangovers (to many's chagrin), but I know the symptoms. I had a bit to drink before I went to sleep (note -- see last entry), so when I awoke feeling this way, I thought I'd somehow managed a hangover. Didn't know how, but that was my conclusion after the first 10 minutes of consciousness this morning. I went to work and things got eeh...then bad...and finally I got that really fucking brick-wall "worst".
After general disorientation for three hours, all the while delaying the eventual liberation of the prisoners from Alcatraz, things were pretty shitty. Unbearable. So I ripped open the bag and tossed my cookies all about Ye Olde Swimming Hole. Ugh. I hate that. I had a record, too.
WARNING: Nastiness follows:-
I got food poisoning from a bad burrito. Actually, that's an oxymoron in & of itself because has there ever been a good burrito? So in addition to being a "bad burrito" to start off with, it was a 7-11 burrito. A 7-11 burrito named Da Bomb. I guess I was the genius who failed to see the warning signs. Oh, and did I mention that I bought it the day after a (minor) power outage? See, I was hopeful enough to actually believe 7-11 would dispose of perishable food that was sitting in an open cooler after a blackout. Serves me right.
So the next morning I felt like hell. I was sore and had headache, etc...you know: all the familiar hangover symptoms. Now, I don't get hangovers (to many's chagrin), but I know the symptoms. I had a bit to drink before I went to sleep (note -- see last entry), so when I awoke feeling this way, I thought I'd somehow managed a hangover. Didn't know how, but that was my conclusion after the first 10 minutes of consciousness this morning. I went to work and things got eeh...then bad...and finally I got that really fucking brick-wall "worst".
After general disorientation for three hours, all the while delaying the eventual liberation of the prisoners from Alcatraz, things were pretty shitty. Unbearable. So I ripped open the bag and tossed my cookies all about Ye Olde Swimming Hole. Ugh. I hate that. I had a record, too.
WARNING: Nastiness follows:-
If I had to describe it in words, it sounded like I was getting better, but nu-huh! Hell, no! I left work at 3:15PM (almost three hours early). I decided to eat something since I hadn't in nearly a day. I'm holding it down OK, but I feel like things could still turn out poorly. 
I really like this song today: Green Day-Waiting
Lyrics
Lyrics
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And speaking of 'Thanking Your Lucky Stars': 311-Thank Your Lucky Stars
Lyrics
===== Solstice =====
The longest day of the year came and went but I'm still living it
Uncomfortable silence which bears itself to me
The driving power in this faction of passion caused a shift
Caused by brain to split; From what I see
Echoes of life entertaining sanity; long lost to hardcore craft
They see it all, but won't share the scene
Alien tendrils, feelers for the dark, gave up hope and left.
The season arrives to amass the profiteers
Society's eyes, indignant and correct, indifferent in respect
Aim to crush the fascists and gather the masses
Believe in better ways? Different things? Foolish today!, so I say
"In retrospect, it could have been better had we felt our pain."
The longest day of the year came and went but I'm still living it
Uncomfortable silence which bears itself to me
The driving power in this faction of passion caused a shift
Caused by brain to split; From what I see
Echoes of life entertaining sanity; long lost to hardcore craft
They see it all, but won't share the scene
Alien tendrils, feelers for the dark, gave up hope and left.
The season arrives to amass the profiteers
Society's eyes, indignant and correct, indifferent in respect
Aim to crush the fascists and gather the masses
Believe in better ways? Different things? Foolish today!, so I say
"In retrospect, it could have been better had we felt our pain."
Wow. I just watched the last 30 minutes of Terminator 2. That was one of my top five favorite movies back then. I saw that movie in the theatres when I was 11. It was one of the few times I ever got to go to the movies when I was a kid. It's the little things like that that make a difference. I remember going out to see this movie on one of the few days in my life that my family wasn't horrendously self-distructing.
I got to see the end where the Terminator is lowered into the molten steel. In retrospect, I realize there was still hope for me then. I remember how I felt at that time. I was angry and hurt by all which had been done to me, but my life could have still turned out normal if everything from that point on could have been set OK...but it wasn't.
So here I am, lamenting much of the experience of the last 15 years. Many good things have happened, but the bad overshadows almost all of it. It colors my vision daily. There's one thing that I would not trade for anything and would go through it all again if that were the only way. I love my girl. There's no one even remotely like her. I'd walk through hell & back for her (and considering all I've gone through, it would be easy).
So...even if everything else is shitty, I've got her. I have something which makes the world seem right and just. It's nice. I went so long without that, but it just makes it all the sweeter when it finally occurs.
Also, I found a neat web site which gives rediculous amounts of info on movies -- stuff IMDB doesn't do (watch out for the popups):
Box Office Mojo
I got to see the end where the Terminator is lowered into the molten steel. In retrospect, I realize there was still hope for me then. I remember how I felt at that time. I was angry and hurt by all which had been done to me, but my life could have still turned out normal if everything from that point on could have been set OK...but it wasn't.
So here I am, lamenting much of the experience of the last 15 years. Many good things have happened, but the bad overshadows almost all of it. It colors my vision daily. There's one thing that I would not trade for anything and would go through it all again if that were the only way. I love my girl. There's no one even remotely like her. I'd walk through hell & back for her (and considering all I've gone through, it would be easy).
So...even if everything else is shitty, I've got her. I have something which makes the world seem right and just. It's nice. I went so long without that, but it just makes it all the sweeter when it finally occurs.
Also, I found a neat web site which gives rediculous amounts of info on movies -- stuff IMDB doesn't do (watch out for the popups):
Box Office Mojo
I hooked up one of my neighbors with free wireless internet. He was so excited. I remember hearing him exclaim something about "...now I can see tits!..." or something like that. He acquired a Palm TX and has no internet. I totally forgot that my router could do 802.11g. Once I remembered, I hooked that shit up. Now, he be scoping da poon.
Can't get Green Day - "King For A Day" out of my head:
Started at the age of 4
My mother went to the grocery store
Went sneaking through her bedroom door to find something in a size 4
Sugar and spice and everything nice wasn't made for only girls
GI Joe in panty hose is making room for the one and only
King for a day, princess by dawn
King for a day in a leather thong
King for a day, princess by dawn
Just wait 'til all the guys get a load of me
My daddy threw me in therapy
He thinks I'm not a real man
Who put the drag in the drag queen
Don't knock it until you tried it
Started at the age of 4
My mother went to the grocery store
Went sneaking through her bedroom door to find something in a size 4
Sugar and spice and everything nice wasn't made for only girls
GI Joe in panty hose is making room for the one and only
King for a day, princess by dawn
King for a day in a leather thong
King for a day, princess by dawn
Just wait 'til all the guys get a load of me
My daddy threw me in therapy
He thinks I'm not a real man
Who put the drag in the drag queen
Don't knock it until you tried it
[EDIT June 21 @ 1:25AM:] Damnit! I keep trying to mix this down and Cubase is crashing whenever I load more than two or three instances of TC Native Reverb. Oh, well...I'll try again tomorrow. I haven't been able to sleep all week (2 - 3 hours a night). I'm gonna try again now and see what happens. [END EDIT]
I decided to break out the good stuff to restore my computer's OS, so here's the list of junk I have online right now along with some of the original descriptions from previous blog entries:
Some dreadfully rough mixes of some junk I have laying around (No Vox):
Riff_144_MP3 (4:16)
Riff_451_MP3 (6:22)
The first track is just some guitar work and the second one starts off with ~30 seconds of sequencing before launching into guitars. I have a few more to post once I get all those friggin guitars EQ'd. There's so much high, shrill shit spread all over the top of everything. Makes it totally impossible to listen to.
And some hippety-hop type ones. Don't anybody worry -- I still love rock. Sometimes it's just fun to play in a sequencer.
Test9 (0:34)
Test11 (0:37)
Test17 (0:24)
Test26 (0:41)
I decided to break out the good stuff to restore my computer's OS, so here's the list of junk I have online right now along with some of the original descriptions from previous blog entries:
Some dreadfully rough mixes of some junk I have laying around (No Vox):
Riff_144_MP3 (4:16)
Riff_451_MP3 (6:22)
The first track is just some guitar work and the second one starts off with ~30 seconds of sequencing before launching into guitars. I have a few more to post once I get all those friggin guitars EQ'd. There's so much high, shrill shit spread all over the top of everything. Makes it totally impossible to listen to.
And some hippety-hop type ones. Don't anybody worry -- I still love rock. Sometimes it's just fun to play in a sequencer.
Test9 (0:34)
Test11 (0:37)
Test17 (0:24)
Test26 (0:41)
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