Disaster Follows in all its Five Perfect Forms

This from a music festival I covered not long ago. I actually meant to put them up a while ago, but naturally, never got around to it.

The first two are from a band called Rake. I guess they're getting pretty big in the scheme of the music industry. Mind me, any band that says they opened for Nickleback as if it's something to be proud of might need a bit of fine tuning. But alas, that's their playpen, so I'll let them play in it.



Their sound was unique... until their lead singer started in. Then the whole thing became rather reminiscent of Our Lady Peace. That's not a parallel I draw lightly, but it is there.



Their lead guitarist would regularly strike poses that made me think he was about to go Hulk. Other than that, he was pretty good at tearing eardrums out, etc.



This last fellow is a human beat-box. Listening to him go, I'm seriously baffled at the sheer logistics of it. I'm not even going to try to explain how it sounded, as the effect would surely be lost in this medium.

Anyway, just thought I would share these leftovers from a fairly awesome music festival.
Hope you enjoy the pics.

I'll have eclipse photos sometime this week as well, although I really don't know when I'll put them up. Whenever I feel like, I guess.

Homeward

Not that anyone actually reads this anymore, but...

I'm handing in my resignation this week, and I'll be done at the paper at the end of September. I'll be moving back home as well.

By no means does this mean I'm leaving you guys behind, although at some point, I don't doubt somebody will imply that I am. Just keep in touch. I'll be sure to catch a movie and stuff with you guys in the future.

Promise.

On that note. Bioshock. Soooo goood.

Put the Chairs Away

It's been a long week.

I won't get too much into the details, as they're long and boring, and it's no mystery that few care. Needless to say, I'm exhausted, and very much looking forward to a little bit of rest and recouperation, hopefully on Tuesday evening, if the posse is still assembled for our outing.

August has been a veritable disaster on all accounts. Recent developments are spurring me to likely move on job-wise sooner rather than later. I'm still planning on wrapping up one year, but I'm running out of reasons to stick around in this neck of the woods.

In any event, I'll be looking forward to the end of the month. It seems the hallmark of the month has been contempt, which I will be all too happy to bury with the rest of the shit from 2007 when the time comes. I can't even pretend to act shocked about it anymore. In some cases, it's as if an notion of decency or respect is only a thin varnish applied over a dense layer of malice and vileness, and one need only gently rub to be overwhelmed with hatred.

It's really quite foreign to me... having lived out here for nearly a year, it's given me a few new perspectives, but one that will remain with me for a long time is probably one of the most disturbing things I've yet seen in my life. Most of the general folk are just generally pissed off. And when they're not, they're looking for a reason to be. Being in the position I'm in, it's a convenient target to lash out at, and I've become all too familiar with the thin excuses people come up with to justify their righteous fury.

One needn't do anything to incur wrath, aside from existing and breathing, and occassionally uttering words.

It may be yours one day

It might be your turn one day. Your chance to sit on the swing and feel pretty for a day. It might be the best day of your life, or it might just be a day like any other.

I have no qualms about shooting weddings for free, if the need arises. I couldn't stand to be paid. When Bridezilla faces off against Momra, and all the floral arrangements look like Biollante, there's nothing you can do but smile.

I've done a lot of nice things over the last three weeks. Most people would be able to smile and nod, or pat themselves on the back, but I just feel empty. I've never been one to seek others' high opinions, but for once, I'd like to be left alone, neither hated nor loved. The two are so intertwined now that I just can't be bothered to differentiate anymore.

I'm so tired. I just want to... exist for a while, and not have to worry. Typical though, it's just a pipe dream, because there's no rest. No rest, no freedom.