Techno Robot Pudding

yeah. i’ve joined Technorati to celebrate the mediocrity of this contraption. here’s my Technorati Profile. attack.

and the lights came up. i still wasn’t awake. my eyes didn’t open until a little while in. it had been some time. soon everything came flooding back. it was not a good thing. i realized my resolution was correct. i came off perhaps poorly, but it was a culmination of everything weighing down on these shoulders. i knew it wasn’t just me, though. and perhaps that is why there was some synchronicity. there always was a degree of it, often enough to make one take a step back. or to drive one crazy.

don’t mind if i do.

every time i clean out the spam comments it fascinates me. there’s something so uplifting about knowing that there are all these people (some of them simply bots, some of them simply assholes) who think this little slice of the interweb is “good work!” or a “nice site!” and would like to sell me discount medication or subscriptions to some naughty naughty sites. this holiday season i extend to them my warmest wishes. so spammers, to you and yours, eat shit and die.

you should listen to the Pixies. and Tokyo Police Squad. and New Order. and David Bowie. and VNV Nation. and Assemblage 23. and many more.

random segue, here. i am not very fond of working athletics events. i think i probably have only two more games left in one particular sport, unless i’m asked to help out. as for any other sports, i don’t think there are any. oh well.

and the clock winds down. funny how four years will have passed just like that. on one hand i hate to see it all go. as much of a sarcastic bastard i am, i truly will miss parts of it. only a few months left. then: the real world. job hunting. terrifying.

but to get what you want, you often have to be bold. there are a great many things i want. i’m going to just go for them and see what happens. well, the ones that don’t require immoral backhandedness. am i going puritan? hell no. it’s just i’m not as big an asshole as i seem. sorry. regardless- fun awaits. i still have plenty of time to be young and foolish.

today marks the hundred and fiftieth time i’ve quoted lyrics in the title of a post. a post, that most likely nobody will read because it doesn’t have anything tantalizing in it. in fact, most of this whole operation yields very little that is pertinent to the greater public. well i say, fuggem. who the hell cares, really. it’s quite the selfish thing to say, but oh well. you’re going to deal with my loose prose and i’m going to deal with my loose head.

right now it’s floating above the heavens at an altitude of something like ten thousand feet, while my body flails about haphazardly- probably to some greater peril.

was that too much? yes? good.

i know, it’s the first track and it’s probably too long. but i can totally sympathize with it. it speaks to me. i don’t care if it fails on it’s grandiosity, it is something that speaks to me. so i will sit down and listen to it. the whole deal is like that. it takes me back to a time where i was a happier more sane being, and at the same time it reflects what i feel all too often.

does it help that i’m cynical? antisocial? impatient? slightly arrogant? yeah, those are all my fault. i’m sorry, i’ve been trying to work out of it. unfortunately that part is similar to a state operation. that is, signs are posted, goals are listed, but nothing is actually ever going to get done. and if it does, that means somebody fucked up somewhere. that bastard.

and once again i crash through a plane of consciousness and realize what i have said. however, i don’t really care. i’m going to leave what is said as what is said. it is about time that some truth was shed, and if it ruffles feathers, so be it.

cryptic? of course it is. why wouldn’t it be? we’re talking about me here, ya know. i should not drink so much sometimes. then again, maybe it should be more. i need to fall asleep in the middle of a room more often. then they can say i have a problem.

…and you’ve understood approximately nil of this. that’s good. newsflash: i’m still holding back. there are things i need to say that i’m not going to. some of it is because i’m a nice guy. some of it is because i’m an ass. and some of it is because you don’t need to know. or at least, not yet. i’m sorry. this is a one-sided dialogue. it will remain that way for a while.

once again, apologies for confusing everyone except myself, including myself. i’m going to talk in circles now a little bit more until sobriety hits. when it does i will hopefully be tired enough to pass out. i’ve brought my own pillow.

it’s been a long and hard road of doing next to nothing, but i’m finally finished with the semester. yipee, hooray, woohoo. now i can be even more reckless and silly, since a weight hath been lifted from my shoulders. for now.

have you ever listened to a song and had it remind you specifically of a person? have you ever just had them pop into your head when you hear something? what about vice versa? you know, you think about someone and somehow the tangent involves that song? almost like theme music. well, there it is. maybe i listen to too much music.

speaking of which, i’ve purchased a great little CD. it’s Tokyo Police Club’s A Lesson In Crime. it is fantastic and i highly recommend it. i’ve already listened to the whole thing about three times through. well, it’s only a 16-minute-long EP, but it’s a damn good 16 minutes. here’s a list of the albums that have blown me away over the past four or so months:
Tokyo Police Club – A Lesson in Crime
BT – This Binary Universe
Bloc Party – Silent Alarm
David Bowie – “Heroes”
K-OS – Atlantis
Mobile – Tomorrow Starts Today

soon: christmas shopping. fun. watch the police reports.