Repair

This fragile thing broke once too often, so it's been replaced. It doesn't beat now so much as tick. Like clockwork, it's reliable and never breaks. Polished brass and tightened fittings, it lies heavy like a burden.

But that's a welcome weight.

This is the new humanity, replacing soil with steamworks. Roots with pipes.
Polished brass and copper, cogs and coils. It affronts nature because it is nature of its own making.

It's an alien life of metal and precision. Unmoved but yet still noble.

There is no summer here

Summer seems to have forgotten this half of the continent.
And I mean the season.
The fact that I chose a picture of Summer Glau as the header is completely unrelated.
Yeah. Right.

A blighted day of a thousand black plagues

I took a sick day today.

I'm still amazed how spoiled people are. Comparing my current job with my last, calling in sick was almost sickeningly easy. "Hi, I can't make it. Are we good? Yep. Okay. See you tomorrow."

For the newspaper, there was no "sick days," as revealed when I finally came home. Explaining to a community that their paper has lacking/no news because you were ill would only invoke a genuine wave of revolt.

You know. Suck it up princess. I work all the time when I'm sick, what's your problem?

And so on, and so forth.

Anyway. I should've really used the tail end of the day to do something useful, like taking the guitars out of their cases, or cleaning up around this dump that is my room.

But you know. I just sat here, reading news. And despite what's going on in the world, I'm not at all compelled to comment.

In fact, I think I'm going back to bed.

A sad, sordid tale of unequivocal suffering and pain

So, would anyone like to partake of my tale of pigeon-shit melodrama? How life is balls and I'm blinded by the sockets, and nothing ever goes straight?

I thought not. I'm sick. But mostly I'm sick and tired. I'm pouring another rum, and this one's for you guys.

Have a good one.

Home

Well, it was an adventure for the month of June.

I was going to sit down last night and write something about it, but I ended up just drinking myself into a stupor instead. No idea why, other than it was good to be back home.

What I will say, is that it was great to see the guys (and Tracy and co.) again. It's still blowing my mind that Tracy and Trevor are going to have two dogs, two cats, and soon, three kids to contend with. Good luck guys. And I mean that with a wink and a smile.

Trevor and I decided to put our guitars together for about an hour or so one night. The result was some good noises, and the fact that my SuperFuzz pedal actually sounds better with Trevor than it does with me. So I lent it to him (and now fully expect some recordings). As he said, FACES WILL BE SHREDDED. Gently. And with great skill.

Trevor, Dan, and I, went to see Drag me to Hell. It was... kind of a weird movie. Definitely a keystone Raimi brothers production, with equal portions of horror, awkwardness, and hilarity mixed in. There were many parts through the movie where everyone in the theater began licking their teeth and smacking their lips. I'll let you reckon from that what you will.

On one hand, I disliked Drag me to Hell because there were some moments that made me uncomfortable on a level that I don't think the movie intended. On the other, the movie was a perfect moral story, and showed how fucking up once can lead to a whole chain of events that pretty much cements the deal.

And that's about all I can say about it without spoiling the whole damn show.
Everyone I've talked to keeps asking me if it's like Evil Dead or Army of Darkness or if it's more horror or comedy. Fuck. I don't know. Or care.
Anyone who wants to know should just go and see it for themselves, and stop beggaring me to describe every detail of a movie that they're on the fence about.

Seriously.

A movie might be disappointing? Never.

Anyway. There was a bunch else that I was going to write about. But I'm not going to. Either because it's redundant, or because it's much better left in my head.

A vacation from this vacancy

I'm counting down until Friday, when things might, maybe, start making sense for a little while.

Work's crawled to a practical standstill, which is part of what motivated me to start taking days off, out of the blue.

The other thing is that the people around me seem to be losing it completely. Or maybe I am, and they're just avoiding me. It doesn't matter. I need to get away for a while. The only people who know where I'm going are the only people who would actually do something if I didn't come back.

I'm hoping to see my grandparents, as strange as that sounds. I missed them at Easter time and I want to see them as much as I can. I hate sounding morbid on this, but people die. So I'd like to make good on what time we've got left.

I know too many people who missed out because they got mired in personal dramas, that in the end, didn't contribute a single worthwhile moment. It's something I've learned since I got back from Drayton.

Family is important, regardless of history.

p.s. - you know I'm nuts when I keep checking my own blog to see if I've updated.