walkin’ around
I made the Radio Shack guy walk all around the store, and then not buy
anything. Hee hee. Probabaly because it was all overpriced crap.
Interesting to note that the Compucentre next-door was completely empty.
I finally picked up the LEGO TIE Fighter I’ve been looking for. The TIE Fighter model that looks like an actual TIE Fighter, not the TIE Advanced that comes with the Y-Wing. But now I want this one. I don’t think it’s even out yet. But dammit, that’s cool.
going through the motions
Well, that little freshening-up didn’t take that long.
I hope I’m not the only person who thinks Tuesday’s Buffy Episode should get an Emmy…
and long ago somebody left with the cup
I desperately want a new design for this site. No time. Damn, there’s some slick stuff out there. Like Splorp and Chrominance above, or like sixfoot6. Gah.
He’s going the distance. He’s going for speed. She’s all alone In her time of need. Because he’s racing and pacing and plotting the course, He’s fighting and biting and riding on his horse, He’s going the distance.
No trophy, no flowers, no flashbulbs, no wine, He’s haunted by something he cannot define. Bowel-shaking earthquakes of doubt and remorse, Assail him, impale him with monster-truck force. In his mind, he’s still driving,still making the grade. She’s hoping in time that her memories will fade. Cause he’s racing and pacing and plotting the course, He’s fighting and biting and riding on his horse. The sun has gone down and the moon has come up, And long ago somebody left with the cup. But he’s striving and driving and hugging the turns. And thinking of someone for whom he still burns.
Cause he’s going the distance. He’s going for speed. She’s all alone In her time of need. Because he’s racing and pacing and plotting the course, He’s fighting and biting and riding on his horse. He’s racing and pacing and plotting the course, He’s fighting and biting and riding on his horse. He’s going the distance. He’s going for speed. He’s going the distance.
jealous of your cigarette
Okay, so now I’m listening to Hawksley Workman. It was a short classic rock binge, cut short by our trip to Sandy’s parents, and the fact that I was listening to Chemical Brothers at the end. Anyways.
Stock Car Banquets are strange. Drunk men who I hardly know are really strange. And we didn’t win anything. Rats. I wanted that biiig flashlight.
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In my copious amounts of spare time (ah, I never tire of that phrase) I’ve started to read Godel, Escher, Bach, which I’ve had recommended to me many times. The easiest, quickest, most inadequate way to describe the book is: It’s about loops. Of course, I haven’t read much of it yet, but that’s my feeling.
For a while now, I’ve been thinking about history as cyclical. Maybe not quite cyclical, but very similar events happening over and over without people noticing their impact, or noticing them at all. Things like the number of times the US has interfered with a foreign government. Or the stock market. It just seems like the world is running in circles sometimes.
One thing that we must not forget his history. All of history, not the selective histories that most people learn or pick up. History from a more unbiased perspective; or if not unbiased, then from multiple perspectives.
In other news, I’m on a big classic rock binge. The vast majority of my musical consumption has been Led Zeppelin and The Doors. Yum.
