What Will Become of the Children?

For those of you who commented on the last post, your comments were recieved and approved and all that jazz, but there is a database problem I haven’t had time or brain enough to fix yet. So feel free to comment away but it may be a little bit before anyone besides myself will read them.

Everything I read in her eyes was misspelled. Although lost in a fog like a bread winner at sea, for the moment, she meant everything to me.

Katrina. WOW! That was a huge storm.

Google Talk? Do you have it? Get it.

Went to UCF Swing Knights for the first time. Enjoyable.

Some of my favorite people come from a big family. Some of them don’t. But they all have parents.

He always took the time to speak with me…

… and I liked him for that.

The saddest songs make me smile. Chances are if it’s wintery in mood I’ll like it.


New Order feat. Moby - New Dawn Fades
. Epic doesn’t begin to say it.

Whats worse, being paranoid or knowing you should be? Watch Primer.

While I consume copious amounts of pizza and listen to The Smiths I find myself lacking the ability of typing fast and thinking of something to type. QUAGMIRE! TO MY SIDE AT ONCE!

DUCK! It’s a good thing I saw that. You almost got hit.

I want a black v-neck sweater with a white locust embroidered on the front left breast. I hope I find one. It would make quite a dashing outfit. Dashing. Hmm, I like that word. It’s as fast as it sounds.

I was tryin’ ta find a new way…

I was tryin’ ta find a new way man
when all these voices came around so I ran ran

Well, I quit my job. I start my new one next week. Not construction. Window Washing. I hope it will not be a source of unnecessary frustration. If it is, well I can just quit. Or deal with it.

I will actually clean my car out today. Much needed I must say. I’m gonna need to fix the CV joints on it soon. If only I had applied the principles of preventive maintenance.

I had a nightmare about failure. Very frightening.

District Convention is coming up. I’m gonna love that. Love it. Oh yea.

Notes on Inner Dialog:
Usually my inner dialog is just myself. I throw out ideas and then discuss them. After associating with someone who has a unique voice or way of speaking though, the inner voice will sometimes playfully do an impression of said individual while discussing my ideas. I don’t actually respond as if I were that person, it’s still my responses, just with a different voice or accent. I usually try to stop when I realize I’m doing it though, because I’ve on occasion had suspicions that I was actually talking out loud in two different voices. That’s the brink of crazy. But who isn’t anymore.

Played pass the paper last night. A fun game indeed. Very funny. Simply pass out as many pieces of paper as there are players. Then everyone writes the answer to a question. Usually it’s What is your name? Then they fold the paper over top their answer and pass it to the left or the right, whatever you decide, but everyone must pass it the same way the whole game. This continues as where are you from, where are you going, who’d you meet along the way, what did you say to them, what was their reply, and what was the end result are all answered and then passed around. Obviously none of the stories make sense since different people answer for each question on each paper. But that’s what makes it funny. It’s cheap too.

Picture Updates

I just updated the Photo Project. Added a few new galleries. It should say which ones are new and which are updated when you go there. Sorry for the long wait.

On the Eve of Something I Shuddered to Say…

I listen to a lot of music. Not really so much at home, cause, well I’m rarely at home for more than an hour if I’m not sleeping. In my car though, I am almost always listening to music, or NPR. The radio doesn’t really appeal to me since it’s not up to me what they play. With the exception of two radio shows. On Saturday nights, on 104.1 FM around 11:00 pm their is a radio show called Final Hours I think, it’s changed names like 4 times, which plays a lot of indie stuff. I like it cause it exposes me to stuff I wouldn’t hear anywhere else. Then the real gem of Orlando radio comes on at 7:00 pm Sundays, still 104.1 FM. Sunday Night Vinyl has been a champion of Retro Progressive music for years. I’ve listened to that show since I was 12.

Since I have to listen to my own music collection so much I have started to invest in it more. Here is a list of what I bought recently.

The Boomtown Rats - Art of Surfacing (Best of)
The Undertones - Teenage Kicks (Best of)
The Dears - No Cities Left
Arcade Fire - Funeral
Arcade Fire - Self-titled
Doves - Some Cities
The Futureheads - Self-titled
Kaiser Chiefs - Employment
Hot Hot Heat- Elevator
New Order - Waiting for the Sirens Call
The Rolling Stones - Forty Licks
The Walkmen - Bows + Arrows
The Smiths - The Queen is Dead
Massive Attack - 100th Window
British Sea Power - Open Season
Belle & Sebastian -Dear Catastrophe Waitress
Belle & Sebastian - Push Barman to Open Old Wounds
Bloc Party - Silent Alarm
Joan Jett & The Blackhearts - Fit to Be Tied
Joan Jett & The Blackhearts - I Love Rock ‘N Roll
The Shins - Chutes Too Narrow
The Psychedelic Furs - (Best of)
Weezer - Make Believe

I didn’t like everything. But maybe some of it will grow on me in time. Keep in mind I didn’t buy all this in one day. It’s been over the past few months.

P.S. If you wrap chicken fingers in pepper jack cheese it’s really good.

Silent Eyes, Blinded by Voices

The problem with peripheral vision is clear focus. Intrinsic I’m afraid, regardless of how wishful my thinking is.

Swift about hearing. Good advice, I was reminded tonight.

When We Two Parted. A personal favorite.

When I’m old enough, I will be a nice guy.

Now, about this dialog. Or is it monolog? Inner Dialog. I call it dialog personally because I do respond to myself mentally. I’m not just giving myself a speech. I have question an answer debates. All the time. Well more often than not. I really enjoy it. Now perhaps some people only have an inner monolog. Maybe that is the difference. I’d have to agree either way, those who are keenly observant usually make me laugh. It can indeed be learned. Hence the expression, “think before you speak”. It wouldn’t make much sense to tell people that if they couldn’t do it.

Sorry this gets boring. It’s more fun talking to someone, even if it sometimes is myself. I loose sleep over people. It’s a slogan. You can use it.