"All I can say with absolute certainty is that I have never before tried to kill it with a nuclear weapon." ~Mr. Quinlan
I should be working on music. This isn't really surprising, seeing as I should probably be doing a lot of things that I don't. I should clean the room. I should do the dishes. I should buy a better car. Instead, I find myself reading and wasting a lot of time playing video games. It's like being the Peter Pan of the 21st century, but instead of some historic bad ass like Captain Hook as my villain, all I get is procrastination. Which, all things considered, isn't all that bad. I think the fact that I haven't actually had to do anything in a while is what really bothers me about it. A routine is a wonderful thing, and since the end of the school year all I've had as a means of routine is lazing about on my ass and wishing that I could afford beachfront property. Don't get me wrong, though. Killing Orcs and shooting fire from my digital hands isn't all that bad, but whenever there's a break from the vast void of the magical pixel, I notice just how much things have been let go around here.
Is that sarcasm I imagine in your way of response? Stop bitching and get up off your ass and clean, you say? You want me to open up Reason and make a new recording? I hear ya. And I just might, too. Well, get up off my ass. We all know and realize that I can't actually hear anything that you may be shouting at me from behind the comfort of your dark room and monitor glare. I guess what I'm getting at is that if I have to write a journal entry for the next week or so, I may as well take the time to do some of the other things that need doing around here. There is a lot to be said about habit (though I refuse to be lulled into that debate).
I guess that's it. I can't think of anything else that I wish to discuss in agonizing detail with you fine folks in the world, just yet. I do believe that it's a bit early on in the process to start gushing at you, so I'll do you the service of easing into it slowly. After all, you can't make wine overnight. Well, not good wine.
No monitor glare here! I'm in a room with four dogs (not sure where the other two have gotten to), a cranked-up woodstove, and my trusty reading glasses to deal with the teensy green font some of my students are amused to display.
ReplyDeleteThat pink thing on your template--is that one of those game controller thingies I hear so much about?
Why, yes. Yes, it is. In fact, that's Erica's controller. I can't for the life of me recall why I took that picture, but I thought that it looked good...so I ran with it. Dammit, now I have Flock of Seagulls stuck in my head.
ReplyDeleteAt any rate...if you'd like me to change the font to better suit your ability to read my ramblings, I can do that without hesitation or disdain. Just give me the word.
No worries--I just retired my Reny's cheapo eyeglasses and zoomed up to, I dunno, 800%. All set.
ReplyDeleteY'know, it didn't even dawn on me. If it hadn't been for Erica complaining about the "old" font that I had, you'd probably be outright pissed off at me. I use our 42" television for a monitor, so everything is really huge and obscenely clear to me.
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