But you'll only catch them by surprise if you creep too

Strangely enough, that's apple juice. Fresh pressed - albeit from the noise they made making it, it sounded like it was fresh mulched from a wood chipper.

It's the eternal argument between fresh vs. cheap. Bargain vs. quality. Art vs. function. Which is more important?
Or perhaps a more important thought - does it really matter?
At times, it almost seems like an extreme luxury to have things to bicker over. It's something I've never been really good at. Fighting over things. In my mind, if you want something so bad, you can have it. If it's a material thing, it'll turn to dust eventually, and if all you want is to be right, you can be.

I've written stories about people, both in news and in fiction, who fought for things. And then when they got them, they were disappointed. It's the path of pathos, of obsession. Want something bad enough and it becomes greater than it is. It's what drives the economy. Oil is such a cornerstone resource because it's become essentially the only option for maintaining or increasing our mobility - a cherished right, in our minds.

But enough about that crap. Lately I've been listening to music. A lot of music. One particular act that's caught my attention is a group verbosely called No-One-Wished-To-Settle-Here. They're out of Gdansk, Poland, and they possess a fairly eerie, melancholy sound. A lot of borrowed radio noise and scratchy guitar loops. Kind of like if somebody had rammed Mogwai and Skinny Puppy together in a supercollider.

And of course, there's always Dark Captain Light Captain, which if you haven't checked out yet, do it now.

Anyway, I've tried making this post into something coherent, and I've already failed miserably. So for now, I'll just sign off and pretend I've accomplished something today.