Posts Tagged ‘adventure’
Death to Our Friends
Posted Monday, August 17, 2009
on:Mood: | blague absurde fromage |
Music: | Sonic Youth-Trilogy |

Come and sit, hear my words, tiny baby. The elder prophecy tells of a warrior prince who will one day reveal the secrets of cheese and restore order to this broken house. It is the sacred duty of every tribesman to search for the hero of legend and, should the hero deem you worthy, accompany him on his holy quest. Be vigilant, child! The warrior may walk among us, even now. Ha! Even you tiny one, even you could be the incarnation of the chosen one.

URNGHNG! Foolish, musclebound, mortal oaf! The prophecy foretells of a son, native born, that will wrest the Helm of Longing from the horrors of the Locryan Abyss and restore it to its rightful place in the Hall of Rejoicing. Look upon me, ye mortal, and tremble. I...AM...RETURN! Come mortal, we must prepare for the long journey ahead, and adventure!
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Mood: | In one of those moods…tiredcranky |
Music: | Spiritualized-I Think I’m in love |
I don’t really, but I’m feeling cranky and uppity this morning. Sometimes I like to put up inflammatory titles in order to “attract readers” and make them “read my blog.” There is a point to that title and I’ll get to it right after this morning’s music lesson…
I wanted to do a whole post about Spiritualized and Spacemen 3, but I couldn’t find this one picture I was thinking of…so we all suffer. It was triangular like a space mission patch with the Spacemen 3 logo…ta da!…
…and it had the band’s logo “Taking drugs to make music to take drugs to” (which is just about the most awesome slogan ever) written around the border of the patch in rainbow letters. Did I just hallucinate that one night or does this actually exist? Maybe I’m thinking of this brilliant band’s brilliant album cover?
Seriously, who wouldn’t want to go on that mission? But anyway, I can’t find that picture, so I’m not going to give them a full post. Both bands are pretty great though. They fail some of the time, but if you want to hear songs about making a go of life even though you have a gigantic drug habit, lost love, regret, junked-out alienation, having your breakfast right off of a mirror, and fucking freaking out with guitars, then this is the band for you. “Home of the Brave” came on this morning at the beginning of my bus ride and it was perfect and beautiful.
Ok, so on to the point of this post. I subscribe to a lot of blogs and read their updates every morning before starting work. I also have a YouTube page and even though I haven’t been to it in months, I have channel subscriptions so I can keep up with people’s video logs (or vlogs, which is not a term I like as it reminds me of the sound of vomit). I like hearing and reading people’s stories, and vlogs and blogs can be so intimate. So I follow a lot of *logs and I generally enjoy them. But, there are a few *vlogs that just give me the cringing crazies (like yours for one, Jamie, sorry…lol, jk). Like, they’re just so full of shit or so unbelievably conceited and clueless and stupid, yet hopeful that I can’t help but read or watch whatever they put up. It’s like bad, but earnest, cable access…I can’t look away.
Now, of course I realize that there is a certain level of blind narcissism involved in sharing your every intimate thought and mal-formed opinion with the world. And I’m as guilty as the next person. Yes, of course I’m very funny and one of the world’s leading experts on “music you should be listening to right now” (Interpol would pair well with this paragraph), but at least I’m…I don’t know…aware? …self-deprecating? …honest? …not usually delusional? Oh, I don’t know what I’m trying to say. I don’t want to be a total bitch and call them out from my tiny blog or send them an itemized list of the ways they suck (and with what frequency). I guess I just want to grouse and complain. Oh, and if you’re worried that I’m talking about you and I’ve written you at any point, stop worrying.
Ugh, I told you I was in one of those moods. I’ve had a headache since five minutes before waking up (I’m blaming hormones) and I have to pee…again. Also, I’m working on a speech that my boss will read to my coworkers at the all-hands meeting right after he tells everyone my biggest secret ever and it’s kind of doing my head in.