Long Distance Memory Loser

Why I write:
It's because I feel like it. A fish needn't justify why it finds itself in water, when there is no more natural thing in the world.

This isn't meant for you. It never was. This is my playground, where my mind can skip-rope through the days and hours. While it is fun to watch, the line between fact and fiction is sometimes drawn, but I will never say where. This is my playground, I do not feel like saying where it starts and where it ends, where the edges of reality brush up against my own fanciful fantasies or dark visions.

Those who would read this as if it were a gospel to read through my life should recall their own childhoods in the schoolyards, and think of all the things they did when released for that deliciously small amount of free time. They should recall that not every game played as a child was innocent, but it's not polite to trial them now.

This rambling sojourn, now well into its third year of life, is not a testament to my life, though it may very well contain pieces of it. It is not the key into the deepest recesses of my being - a rare glimpse only seen after knowing me, in person, for years.

I hold no great or enduring love for the words and pictures that adorn these pages, but rather the freedom they grant me.

Thylacine Hunter

Every picture has a story, but not everyone wants to hear them.
This house is my house, and yet I don't feel welcome in it.

I'm asked to speak because they like the sound of my voice.
But they don't like what I'm saying.

It's not dinner time, but get your knives out anyway.
We're packing bags, but we're not going anywhere.

Maybe one day we can all talk again.
But that day is not today or tomorrow.

Threat displays are all well and good.
But I'm not trying to hunt for prey.

I'm not ready to vent just yet.

A Beautiful Place out in the Country

Not that it's exactly pertinent, but there's a bunch more photos where this one came from. I'm considering putting them up, but in that same breath, I'm questioning why I should bother. I've been hesitant to write anything over the last two weeks, and I'm afraid that if I started throwing pictures up, there'd be little more than useless three-text followups to go with them.

That's not how it usually works, but it may have to be in the near future.

Caketown

I suppose it's time I put something up.

The past week has just been a disaster of epic proportions. Make that the last two weeks. Trouble reached an epic 6.6 on the bullshit richter scale, and I was wondering if and when there would be an end to it.

And of course, there's always the horseshit icing on the cake, too. I've been having excruciating pangs (note - not cramps, dismiss the thought right now) in my abdominal area. My parents were saying it might be stomach ulcers, likely in jest. I'm going to wait to see if it gets any worse, or if it'll go away. My body's a bit retarded in the pain department. I often get stitches in my ribs and back that are painful, but usually go away pretty quickly. I'm thinking it's likely an extension of that, and will come and go over time.

Last exam I had at the doctors, he said I was in good health with no predisposition towards illness. Lets hope he's right.

In other news, my weekend off was nice. It's been the first chance in a long while that I've been able to run home for the whole weekend. Needless to say, I cranked the "relaxation" dial up until it damn near broke off. In such a state, there was very little differentiating sleep from waking, and the only thing I disliked about it was the fact that I knew it was going to end, Monday afternoon.

In any event, it's back to the grindstone for me. Take care, everyone.

Optimus Warhol, assemble!

Not quite Warhol's style, but I'd definitely hang something like this on my wall if it was high enough resolution... and perhaps printed on a laser cell.

It'd have to be classic Optimus too. None of this new-movie stuff.
Anyway. I'm still not feeling 100%. But internet will be hooked up at my new place next Thursday, so expect a slew of photo updates then.

Of Sirens

I'm not feeling well this week.
That's all.

Indy

My parents were camping just south of the town last night.

It was nice to be able to sit with them and enjoy some decent cooking for a change, instead of scrounging around for something fast at home. I hadn't seen them in well over a month, so it was nice to catch up on what the family is doing.

I guess Hospital Music doesn't come out until July 31. Silly me. Oh well, I guess I'll have to get it later, or just download it off iTunes and burn my own disk.
I've still got A Single Explosion playing in my head. Do I doubt that HM will be one of the finest CD's Matt's put out? Not at all.

*Above, it's Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Arc on an outdoor widescreen. Booyah!