Bad Weather in My Temporary Head

Well here I am on New Year's Eve writing a blog post. Not exactly what I'd like to be doing. I'm in LA visiting my aunt and uncle, who I like a lot, but what I really do not like is being semi-forced into Hollywood socialite gatherings. I don't even like hanging out with more than 5 friends at a time, let alone complete strangers.

Let me just put it this way. I wasn't in the Bay Area for last New Year's either. Actually, I don't remember last New Year's at all, but I know it was sober and friendless. The last New Year's Eve I had for myself was sophomore year. I remember exactly what I did (for the most part) and I was NOT sober. How weird is that? Can't remember a sober night a year ago, but I remember a non-sober one two years ago. Whatever. I guess I just feel lonely. Or maybe I'm being deprived of my last fucking vacation in high school. I guess I won't care in the long run, but right now it fucking sucks.

I don't want to be writing this. And you shouldn't be reading this. Go jack off.

Human Gasoline

I've never really understood the human obsession with food. There are millions of obese people who stuff their pieholes with whatever--because its tasty. There are millions of people who only the most "exquisite" fine meals prepared at the most upscale restaurants--because its delectable. There are even religions where you fast to show your commitment to god, and when you're done fasting, you stuff your face.

It's all BULLSHIT.

Food is like human gasoline. You put it in to run your internal components. It is nothing more, than that. Sure it can be delicious, like cake or pastries, but they are still not exceptions to the rule.

Anytime a person swallows, anything at all, the esophagus uses something called peristalsis to push the food down your throat. This is the contraction of muscles around the food to push it downwards. Now, this is key to remember. When you are taking a shit, you rectum uses peristalsis to push the shit out. So, your body uses the exact same function to both consume and extract food to and from your body.

In one hole, out the other. Gas in the tank, out the exhaust.

You can kiss my ass if you disagree, because this is something I'm too opinionated to debate. You cannot argue my point, because it is absolute truth.

Fat people eat too much, rich people think about it too much, and poor people can't afford to eat enough. Food is food. So eat it in the right doses and shut up.

psilocybin thought

I feel like instrumental bands will never have the same sort of connection to audiences at live shows that a vocal band can. SImply because of the fact that whenever the instrumentalists look at the audience its always awkward. Just a thought.

tracklist+eccentricities

Here's where I'm at:

To prevent my bad habit of starting blogs and then scrapping them because I feel they are too short or because there is more I want to say, but do not feel like taking the time to finish. So, I will begin updating weekly (hopefully) and will be trying Ross' method of blogging. We'll see how it goes, but I have a sneaking suspicion that my lazy brain will not feel like using this method. Whatever...

Speaking of Ross, I'm not sure I'll ever be capable of calling him Justin. It's just too strange for me, simply because Mr. Ross was engraved in my brain two years ago and even the existence of his first name was strange since I sort of thought of him as just Ross. Oh well, too late now. Hopefully he doesn't mind being called Ross too much.

I'm sort of semi-watching Blade Runner as I type this. It is either the original version, which has voiceover, or the extended addition, which has voiceover as well as some scenes from the director's cut. I must admit, no matter what version, it is an extremely bad ass movie. I do have a strong distaste for the voiceover, but so did Harrison Ford. He read it deadpan because he hoped it'd be scrapped. Unfortunately, it was not. The director's cut fixed this problem, and is (literally) my 2nd favorite (favorite depending on mood) movie of all time. Wow. Fuck this voiceover... it just ruined the best part of the entire movie. Anyway...

This just reminded me, I haven't turned in my senior words. I knew them 100% earlier but now I'm not sure. It will either be:

"There is no growing in knowing where you're going."

 

or

"All those moments lost in time, like tears in the rain."

By the way it's the extended cut. The worst of them all. I still haven't seen the final cut... which I own. Oh well.

I'm feeling very spastic. I think I need to go get high and chill the fuck out before I go to bed. If I can write this much at this hour than I need a chill pill. This is how my brain usually functions at night. Not cool.

Well I'm high now. This is going to be a strange blog post, simply because of the fact that I have been picking it up and putting back down for a while. It is also the first post I have admitted to being intoxicated while writing. Setting that aside, let's talk about the ep.

I listened to most of what we've recorded the other day, and I must say that we are getting there. With some real work and serious effort this will be done in January. I'll set up a show for February. Sound good? I can't remember if I already done this here, but:

The Moon Trench

Oscillations

Czar Tethys

Symphony for Sunshine

I See Forever

Lunar Oceans

Lunar Lighthouse

So it's been almost a month since I last posted, and the last post probably didn't satisfy anyone that actually reads this blog. I doubt that anyone checks it anymore because I haven't posted in so long. Anyway, I wanted to write a post to both satisfy my guilt and my oh-so-many readers.

So, I have to say that I am extremely disappointed in the extent of completion for our ep. If it is not done by sometime in January, I am going to shoot myself. Not actually, but I might as well. It pisses me off how little motivation I have sometimes. It's probably because I smoke too much pot, but I like being high. Personally, I think the main reason it is taking so long is because I have to get up so balls ass early for school everyday. Who wants to do anything when they get up at 7:40 in the morning? Not me.

So, I am going to spend a very long time recording myself today. It is a Sunday, I have only a little bit of homework, I don't really give a shit about school (except I gotta get a good grade on this psych test tomorrow), and I will die inside if this isn't done soon. These reasons all point to me getting my ass out of this chair, walking downstairs and taking five minutes to set up some microphones. The only problem is that I have no good headphones. Fuck that shit. My Bose headphones broke after two years of mishandling. Oh well... Who gives a shit. Listen to it later.

Fuck this blog. I'd rather never write here again, if I could finish this goddamn ep.