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| Penny Arcade eXpo |
| 08.30.04 (9:46 pm) [edit] |
It's 8:33pm, the day after the expo, and I must admit that I am slightly blown away. Only slightly though. How can I possibly explain everything that happened with words? I have no clue really. Hell, I can barely remember what all happened WHEN it happened. Looking back, I seem to believe that some of the festivities happened BEFORE IT STARTED. That must be horribly inaccurate, I'm sure, but still... I'm going to recount the events as best I can without looking at one of the pretty programs. Why? Well, because that's much more fun.
I like to think of myself as a watcher of sorts, and not in the sick, dirty sense of the word. I like to see what people do. I have never... ever... seen a stereotypical geek until this weekend. I don't really consider myself a geek, though I do love to pick up a game now and then. Wow.
Well, let's see. We showed up the night before and asked a drunk man for directions to a cheap motel. These places do not exist. We were sent to a Motel 6 that was a town away, which still costed $70. We stole their ashtray and keycard. Biotches.
We got to PAX early, and the line wasn't so bad. Parking in Bellevue, WA sucks, so we'd parked at Safeway, a couple of blocks away. Of course, I forgot my camera (and my head, probably), so we journeyed back and got it. When we got back, the line had turned to a blob and was four times the size. We waited there until the doors open. For the first time ever, it paid to not be pre-registered, as Fish was in about 20 minutes before Sinder and I were.
After we got in, we headed out to check out what was up. Most everything was on the fourth floor, so we checked it out. One room was devoted to console gaming (which had roughly 40 Gamecubes, X-Boxes and PS2s), another SIDE of the center was just for computers... one room was for people who wanted to bring their own, and the other was where Lanworks set up 38 of their hi-speed machines for open play. Tournaments were held in both those rooms, while gamers crowded around the one Dance Dance Revolution machine (to my dismay, actually... there should have been more). On the lowest level (I have no idea what to call it, it's below the 1st floor) was the tabletop gaming area, where people played Warhammer, Magic: The Gathering, and Dungeons and Dragons. It was very diverse.
There was also a theater, where panels were held, to include a showing of [url=http://www.redvsblue.com/]Red Vs. Blue[/url]'s upcoming DVD, a "Pitch Your Game Idea" conference (mock, of course), and a Q and A session with the [url=www.penny-arcade.com]fathers of the comic and the convention[/url]. It was also here where one of the biggest and probably best geek music conserts was held, the line up of Conney Lin (playing Final Fantasy music scores... but more on her later), [url=www.optimusrhyme.com]Optimus Rhyme[/url] , [url=www.theminibosses.com]the Minibosses[/url] , and MC Frontalot. It was pretty good, except I didn't much care for the [i]extent[/i] that MC Front pushed his geekiness... it came off as more of a gimmick than reality.
Bawls had a table selling (at first) energy drinks. They are remarkably good. This is why I'm remarking about it.
The Exibition Room (back on the fourth floor), held some neat stuff. Microsoft was there showing off Fable, NVidia was giving away shirts and glowy thingies. Thinking back, there were a lot of unreleased games there, including the upcoming NCSoft online role playing game, Guildwars (which is still in it's alpha state) and Warner Bros./Monolith The Matrix Online (due in November). Both were entertaining, though they have a long way to go if they plan on being consistantly fun. Bioware's Jade Empire demo was fun, although rediculously easy, but the main event of the Exibition Room had to have been the Fragdolls; a group of beautiful young women who are also the most amazing Rainbow 6 players. Ever.
The first day was great. We were entertained until about 3am, when I fell asleep under some table in one of the computer rooms. End day one.
I awoke to the intercom anouncing tickets to play Microsoft's upcoming (and probably highly overhyped) sequal to Halo... oddly named Halo 2. Being one of the "chosen ones", I got there just in time to get one of the last tickets. I later sold it. I was too lazy to stand in line. It was actually really funny. I was calling out to all the ladies (believe it or not, there are some really hawt gamer girls...) "Halo ticket! Halo ticket for Blue Bawls!"
I almost got slapped. Twice.
The most amazing, wonderful, great and overall best thing there, though, had to be Conney Lin's performance. It was magical. I nearly cried. The piano is the most amazing instrument ever created, and Ms. Lin had molded the notes into the most amazing pieces I have ever heard. Her performance was not nearly as long as it should have been. I will be looking for mp3/video of her showing. If I find it, I will most definately post it.
--Avarice
[i]That's what I wanted you to think with your small, human brain.[/i]
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| News at 11 |
| 08.30.04 (1:28 am) [edit] |
[i]Hundreds of guerrilla shock shock troops were engaged and eliminated this morning near an Avarice-controlled waterhole.
It was about 1:45am when authorites litterally stumbled upon the warriors' invasion after returning from holiday. Said Sinder, "It was our fault they got in here in the first place. There were preventive measures that we should have taken, but completely forgot."
It's believed that as most of the army took a trip to Bellevue, WA, the terrorists took the oppertunity to invade. "They obviously weren't expecting us to return this evening," said a weary General Avarice, who lead the clean up and removal of the remaining defectors, "otherwise, it could have been a long, drawn out endevor."
But not all the work was done by the Avarice clean-up crew. Special thanks go out to an unknown vigilante, who apprehended and eleminated (and ultimately tipped off the Avarice Intel) a significant number of rebels. As of this printing, the arachnid has not come forward.[/i]
I hate ants.
What do I have to say really really fast about PAX so that I can go to sleep and tell you about it tomorrow? Ummm... I went to PAX (Penny-Arcade eXpo). It was one of the coolest things to ever happen to Washington State, to include the Grunge Rock era. If you want the details, I suggest heading over to [url=www.penny-arcade.com/pax]the official site[/url] . It was great. More about it later. I have ants and sleep to deal with.
--Avarice
[i]I really hate ants.[/i]
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| Cold |
| 08.24.04 (4:50 pm) [edit] |
This is the part of Oregon that never leaves you. It hovers about you for the rest of your life and will follow you to the ends of the earth if you can afford to go that far. Having been to many other places, it's easy to note that this is probably why Oregonians will never understand New Yorkers, or maybe even the denizens of SoCal. It is probably why the same could be said about them understanding Oregonians.
Oregon is inflicted with being really really beautiful and amazingly dismal at the same time. Even people who love the rain find that it's disheartening when Oregon rains.
It's not like when it rains in Hawaii. The rain there is a nice refreshing shower; the water is giving life to the earth. It's not like when it rains in the Mohabi. The water is so foreign there, that you can actually SMELL the rain itself. It's not like in Florida, San Diego, Seattle, or Idaho, where the rain is a necisarry part of the cycle for life.
No, Oregon's rain takes on a whole new meaning of the word "climate". The weather in Oregon can change your mood from happy and exited to sad and depressed with the first drop. I've posted before about my first re-encounter with Oregon rain back in April. Nothing has changed. It's still just as deadly and malicious.
I really really hate Oregon Rain.
--Avarice
[i]I need something good to die for to make it beautiful to live.[/i]
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| Taking advantage |
| 08.22.04 (1:04 pm) [edit] |
She's something so paradoxial and confusing that I lie awake most nights planning my next course of action. It's so very very odd and it leaves me like a lost boy in the heart of a dark Sherwood Forest, where if the wolves don't get me, the brigands will.
I'm the type of person who thinks out nearly every word and action in hopes of an ultimate goal, although she is quite adapt at making me forget the plan and wiping my very thoughts from my head. Single statements can change my world.
It's kinda amazing.
But she doesn't want me. And she's leaving. But she does amazing things to me.
I simply don't know what I should do.
--Avarice
[i]So soft and lightly compromising my will, I am.
-- The Sticks are Woven in the Spokes --
Yesterday I broke my favorite chair
It cracked as I was sitting there
And on my way to work, I fell asleep
That girl reminded me
Of another girl I used to see
And her ghost continued haunting me
All day long
You won't recognize the sound my engine makes
The balding tires, the squeeky breaks
But everybody makes mistakes, I guess
That girl reminded me
Of another girl I used to see
And her ghost continued haunting me
All day long
And I just want to laugh
But it's just gonna hurt
'Cause I can't fix what I don't know I broke
Just laugh and tell another joke
The sticks are woven in the spokes again
I came home to find my neighbors gone
I found my teenage car parked on the lawn
And I thought of all the ways that things have changed
So it's true I never challenged you
Why do you always challenge me?
I don't get paid to sing whatever you wanna speak of
And I just want to laugh
But it's just gonna hurt
'Cause I can't fix what I don't know I broke
Just laugh and tell another joke
The sticks are woven in the spokes again
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| Don't waste your time on me... |
| 08.15.04 (6:43 pm) [edit] |
Goodbye, Weekend.
Well, there goes whole lot of "anothers". Another weekend. Another trip to southern Oregon. Another missed moment. Another awkward phone call.
But another chill weekend.
I hung out with Leezard and Sinder. It was a much needed break from the tugging of need and lonliness. Of course, I was originally heading down there for a little physical connection, but the more I think about it, the less I want it, at least from her. Part of me thinks that it's because nothing happened this weekend, but I didn't [b]want[/b] anything to happen by pushing the issue. I wanted to see what would happen, period. I'm supposed to go back down Labor Day, but I'm in the same mentality. I don't want any specific thing to happen.
Don't get me wrong. I could use some sex.
I just don't want another Kaylee.
Bella's a very cool girl, though. I don't want it to be meaningless, which it is. I think I'm going to stay away from this one. There's so much complexity and potential-for-drama there that I'm thinking backing away is the best maneuver I could possibly muster.
Besides, there's a lot of questions that should be answered before even considering this. There's a lot of things that I don't know or that need to be cleared up, and if what I'm thinking is correct, there's nothing to think of anyway.
But who knows? We'll see come Labor Day.
--Avarice
[i]If it looks like it works, and it feels like it works, then it works.
-- How to be Dead --
Please don't go crazy if I tell you the truth
No, you don't know what happened and you never will if
You don't listen to me while I talk to the wall
This blanket is freezing, it's been out in the hall
Where you've had me for hours to ensure what I want
But Darling, I want the same thing that I wanted before
So sweetheart, tell me what's up
I won't stop
No way
Please keep your hands down and stop raising your voice
It's hardly what I'd be doing if you gave me a choice
It's a simple suggestion, can you give me some time?
So just say yes or no, why can't you shoulder the blame?
'cause both my shoulders are heavy from the weight of us both
You're a big boy now, so let's not talk about growth
You've not heard a single word I have said
Oh my God
Please take it easy, it can all be my fault
I haven't made half the mistakes that you've listed so far
Baby, let me explain something, it's all down to drugs
At least I remember taking them, and not a lot else
It seems I've stepped over lines you've drawn again and again
But if the ecstasy's in, the wit is definately out
Dr. Jeckel is wrestling Hyde
From my pride.
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| Okay, maybe a little more commentary |
| 08.12.04 (10:31 pm) [edit] |
I was so close to going to bed with a chance of more than four hours of sleep tonight, but what did I do? While I was typing the last post, I opened a bunch of random ones for me to browse a couple of minutes before bed, hoping to find something worthwhile to think about as I'm falling asleep.
What I found was the blog of "Nmegalis", which I'm willing to admit that I have no damned idea what a Megalis is. Luckily, I am endowed with the interweb, so I hopped over to www.webster.com and gave it a go. They didn't know, so I went to Google.
Luckily, there was perfect success. After the French networking company was a site devoted to Nicolas Megalis. You, sir, are insanely crafty when you devise your net name. I commend you.
I've always been one to think that you should never seperate a work from the author, time or audience, so I started to look at this site. Why, you ask? Because Nick did something that no one's done in a while.
He pissed me off with his sheer ignorance and even threw in a dash of arrogance. I am both bedazzled and amazed.
From the moment that I read through his first (or latest, I suppose) post, I could sense the "I'm the type of kid that people beat up in high school because I devoted my every waking moment to telling people that they're wrong" attitude that he exibits. Whether it's Tom Cruise's obviously horrible films (with no exceptions. at all.), to reality show actors, to the president (of course everyone has to hate him) to television, this man does nothing but talk down to the audience. There are no thought provoking questions, arrogant opinions and bitter bits of Fight Club style cleverness.
But I read through it all. Every word. I wanted to know what he was saying. Where he was coming from. I got through it, and was just about to click my happiest little [X] button click that I have ever done, when I got to the midsection of his first post.
I invite you to read it. I'm sure you can figure out the address, but I'm not going to link to him. He's a numbers hound anyway ("...my counter had gone up, into the hundreds...And last week, it was at 12." Your page was started a week before you wrote that, slick. Of course it's going to go up from 0). I'll talk about the other posts in a while. Right now I'm going to talk about the WB. Or, more to the point, the show that the WB just picked up.
WB just recently began airing [u]Blue Collar TV[/u], which is a spin off of the had-its-good-moments [u]Blue Collar Comedy Tour[/u]. Now, don't get me wrong, Nicky, I am not a fan of BCC, but I did sit through it with one of those... how did you say? "...lazy single-braincelled apes who live in trailers..." I didn't care enough for it to watch again, but it did show a bit of creativity. The fact that they want to do a TV show (and that the WB is the one picking it up) does not surprise me in the least. What does is your insulting, downcast post on those who may like something you don't.
If I watched television, I may have even given it a chance, and not because I'm one of those "...inbred moronic third rate bullshit hillfolk", but because compared to the other comedians and sitcoms out there, BCC stood alone. It was refreshing not to hear a single racist joke. It was nice to see average patriotic people doing what they loved. It was a set of jokes from a different view, a different style. They were funny in their sense, and you know what? [u]THE PEOPLE WHO WERE THERE LAUGHED[/u]. You didn't like it. Big deal. Other people did. They found a night of laughter and fun, which is all that matters in the end. So shut the fuck up.
"OMG" Little Nicky says to his mom after reading that. "some1 on tblog just todl me 2 stfu!!!!!11" You're God-damned right, I did. From the egotistical "Megalis Speaks" title to the two page, twenty-six word website (you actually went through the trouble of copywriting that piece of shit? Come on, now, the monkeys that failed to write Hamlet could do better, and trust me, not a single person will save those pics of you, hommie. Even the blind will be warned by their dogs) that you devoted to yourself, SOMEONE had to do it, and it sure enough wasn't going to be the random people who browse your page. Seriously, how are you going to have a post titled "Populablog" and say that people thought it was funny when you don't allow comments (your sister doesn't count)? Out of those couple hundred views, maybe they all liked it. Maybe three liked it. You don't know because you don't let them speak.
But you can continue to assume that everyone thinks what you think, and you can continue to post your stream of shit. I'll make sure to point it out and make you look stupid. It's really not that hard.
--Avarice
[i]Everyone's born a liberal.[/i]
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| I'll let it go if you promise not to tell anyone |
| 08.12.04 (9:24 pm) [edit] |
I had never intended this to be what it has become. Once, a long time ago, I started this to be something that I could express my political and social veiws from, and through the course of a short five months, it has come to be a rare moment of honesty for me. I say what I want to when I want to (even though some people are reading this daily trying to see what I wrote about them). This was a place for me to write long streams of clever metaphores and similies and now it is a place for me to post blatant emotion and questions.
You've seen me grow, lose, win, love, hope, cry and scream. You've been there when I wanted to die, and when I was on top of the world. Like you, Kendy. Like you, Night.
People grace the moments recorded here and in such, though I've never seen them, never touched them, and though they've never heard my voice, those people connect and feel me on a level that many of the men and women that have come in contact with have yet to achieve.
Sitting here, at 10:12pm on less than three hours sleep, I want to thank you, for being some form of support when no one was around (except Leezard, who's always a phone call away, right?).
Though this isn't what I'd wanted it to be, I'm glad it is what it is.
--Avarice
[i]I'm making my peace, and making it with distance.
-- Calling You Bad Names --
We were young
We were dumb
We were anything but perfect
Do you hear that sound?
The sound of angels
Calling you bad names?
(I've never been too good at this)
So hold your breath
It's probably best
Just don't speak... to me at all
You were everything
I was "just a little boy"
It made a great excuse
Go ahead, sweetie
You can use me
So that you don't feel so wrong
Hold your breath
It's probably best
Just don't speak to me at all
Roses are red
Lillies are dead
I've had enough
Remember when you said you'd call?
I never thought you would
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
We were held up
In losing ourselves
You can blame it all
on and on and on and on and on
(I've never been too good at this)
Hold your breath
Hold your breath
Hold your breath
Hold your breath
(I've never been too good at this)
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| I am finally seeing why I was the one worth leaving |
| 08.11.04 (3:54 pm) [edit] |
Girls. I swear to God, I'll never understand them, even if He Himself comes down and tries to explain them. It wouldn't work.
Situation: You are living with an old friend for the soul purpose of helping her continue her safe little life. Despite your pleas, she moves her boyfriend in, thinking that you couldn't possibly find that the apartment next door is open and for rent, but even if you do, hey, that's okay, because then she would be alone with her boyfriend, and you're still close enough for her to use in the event of an emergency (and trust me, emergencies arrise).
Now, here's a problem, and this one doesn't even involve me personally, save the fact that I take the dutiful role of the friend who listens: The old friend has a mental image of what she wants her life to be, down to the smallest detail, and now you, your intrests, and those of her boyfriend become illigitamate.
In english: Fish and Devo are currently fighting due to so many catalysts; she doesn't like his tattoos, she doesn't like his friends, she doesn't like the fact that he comes over maybe once a week to play guitar hoping to build a band so that we'd be doing something we love to do for the rest of our lives, and (the big one), she feels that she's sinning whenever she has sex with him (Devo's religious).
Most people would see these problems and say "Dude, it's over. Let her go. You aren't meant for each other if it bothers her to the point that it bothers you." But not her. Her solution? "It isn't right that we're having sex and not married. Marry me or move."
Is this okay?
--Avarice
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| A Letter to Her |
| 08.08.04 (10:14 pm) [edit] |
Hi.
It's been a long time since we talked, openly or even otherwise, and I'm sorry about that. It's my fault for making things awkward, and I know this. I'm over it now, and I just want you to know that I'm sorry.
Remember how I used to go out on your catwalk and look out over the stream while you were smoking cigarettes with people you'd later describe as untrustworthy or arrogant or just plain bad? I used to stare out over that stream because I was afraid that I'd say something that would let them know how you felt about them. I'd push my thoughts to the stream, to you, to me, and even the forbidden thought of us. Looking back, these moments are what started everything. They're also what I'm looking to now in hopes of ending it.
It's times like this that make me wonder why I ever fell for you. To be honest, I wish I never did. I wasted so much time and energy and hope and love on someone who in the end turned out to be undeserving. I need a big love, not a rediculous side fling. I wanted so much with you, really. I would have followed you to the ends of the world. I would have severed my hands if you asked. But I was there, and you were lonely. That's all.
I wish you wouldn't have lied to me, or at least not kept the facade for long. All it did was lead me on, kept me going and hoping and wishing that one day, it would be me who made you happy. That everyone else was just an in-between.
Is this what really happened to Kevin? I don't mean to take such a harsh blow, but honestly? You knew that I saw no one but you. Why weren't you there when I left? Why did you not hug me and say "I'll miss ya, Dork. See you in November,"? Why is it that I meant so damned little, and feel so much like I expect Kevin did.
I don't know, and now, it doesn't matter. I'm done with you. My hands have been washed clean of the love, hope and devotion that I had for you. Someone once told me that the most painful thing is to lose the one you love the most, but I think that it hurts more to love someone who doesn't even care about you. One of these days, you're going to realize that I'm the best that you'll never have.
No more,
--Avarice
[i]It's like a never-ending cycle that always comes full circle.
-- Set Phasers to Stun --
(Say yes, say yes, say yes, say yes)
I'm sorry it took me so long
I'm sorry it took me so long (to come around)
I'm sorry it took me so long (to come around)
Your famous last words started
Once your fingers hit the snooze
"Just nine more minutes, please"
And "They all know where to find me"
Everyword that I said
What a big mistake
And the ones you left out
Are keeping me awake
I will never make another promise (without you)
I will never make another promise (with you in mind)
So pace the
Stairs to your
Apartment
Like it's where you want to be
It's where you want to be
I'm sorry it took me so long
I'm sorry it took me so long (to come around)
I'm sorry it took me so long (to come around)
Well there's a secret I've been perfecting
I swore I wouldn't but you let me
I'm comfortably confused (and you)
You've gotten so removed
You know I, I could take
The place of those pills
Ocean blue, paint them white
Who are you going to call tonight?
I will never make another promise (without you)
I will never make another promise (with you in mind)
So pace the
Stairs to your
Apartment
Like it's where you want to be
It's where you want to be
We paint our sins on the ceiling
I keep them glued to my chest
It keeps me close like a promise kept
If I talk in my sleep, will you just keep trying?
I'll give it up if you just keep trying
If I talk in my sleep, if I talk in my sleep
It's gone
I'm sorry it took me so long
I'm sorry it took me so long
So pace the
Stairs to your
Apartment
Like it's where you want to be
It's where you want to be
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| Close your eyes and just settle |
| 08.05.04 (9:21 pm) [edit] |
Hello. I am quite happy.
I have a very busy weekend to look forward too, which is a wonderful thing. You see, it goes like this: as long as I keep moving and busy, I can't stop long enough to get all depressing and dumb.
But Thursday comes before Friday, so let me tell you about today. Today, I recorded for three hours. THREE HOURS. And oh man, was it good. I recorded an old guitar track and then wrote three new guitar tracks to go with it, a bass track and a piano track. Oh, it's hawt.
So, tomorrow, I'm going to attempt to finish it. It can't be completely finished for some time, as I need to enlist the aid of a drummer that Fish has been working with, but soon. Oh yes, soon.
Tomorrow, I will most likely party with these cool chicas from work. Don't get the wrong idea, now. Neither one is for me, but I like a good party, so I will attend. Afterwords, I'm going to drive to Eugine to play some guitar and chill with Sinder, and mayhaps bring him up here.
Saturday, I will have to wash my car. It is sad and dirty. Fish will be camping all weekend, so my dent will stay there for another week until we can get around to it, so I'll probably buff it or something. I'm broke, my friends. Poverty makes most things entertaining.
Sunday, I will clean. I know this sounds really boring, but I was a marine. My house being messy drives me insane.
And of course, during this time, I will be posting and recording and drawing and writing. Sometime within the near future, I'll give access to the book I'm writing and the songs I've recorded, but those days are far down the way, like when I get my domain. Until then though, you're stuck with my random thought blogs here.
Oh well. Thursday's done. Nap time ;)
--Avarice
[i]I wonder if that blind chick's still blind
-- The Girl in the Box --
I found you in a box
A you I thought I could forget
But I found you
I found you
I found you here
I'm thinking thoughts
That would be better left undone
But I found you
And I hold you
Responsible for this
Would you have it
Any other way?
I'm changing locks
So that I won't let you in again
Burned pictures
Took with her
Denial's making you undone
Would you have it
Any other way?
I'd rather not go
I'd rather not leave
But she played me
You can take her if you want her
You can take her
You can take her
I don't want her
I don't want her
(I'm changing locks to make sure I never let you back in)
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| I'm changing locks so that I'll never let you in again. |
| 08.02.04 (6:04 pm) [edit] |
Wow. What an interesting end to one of the most oddly good weekends.
It didn't start good, mind you. Leezard turned 20 on Friday (happy b-day, you big lug), but my boss had decided that I needed to work an extra six hours on Saturday. So, after work (11am), Sinder, Fish, Fish's sister and I loaded up and drove down to Southern Oregon to celebrate his birth, which was good because it happened to fall when a mutual friend of ours was driving there from St. Louis, MO. So we celebrated and had good times.
And I finally saw the end of Hellboy, after 4 months of leaving the theater early to chill with Night. Intresting.
Anyway, Sinder, Fish and I chilled at his place and played an acoustic version of "Letting You Go" (yes, we actually put music to the words I write here, although I normally forget the words and start singing the feeling), to which SINDER APPROVED. Most of the time, he normally says, "Okay, but that could be a lot better," and he works some magic spell to make the guitar amazingly beautiful and makes it sing better than Tori Amos. Seriously, Sinder is amazing.
So, Fish and I left Sinder at his house, and I came home to find that someone had been in my house. I wish I could explain this. Whoever it was has no sense of value. Some food was gone and my computer was on. THE $10,000 OF MUSICAL EQUIPMENT, THE $5,000 OF GAMING STUFF AND $2,000 OF CDS AND DVDS ARE ALL STILL HERE.
Wtf. I hate this generation. I half wish they DID steal my stuff so I could open doors without thinking a homemade bomb isn't going to go off. Oh well, I guess.
I wrote a song today at work that has nothing to do with this situation, but I'm going to post it anyway.
--Avarice
[i]Jesus is not your fucking tee shirt.
-- Dented Pictures --
I've got a picture left of you
Eleven hours is an awful lot to think
When you stop and think about it
It's not my fault when everything points to you
And there's so much left to talk about
But we don't talk that much anymore
And we never say what we mean
Eleven hours is an awful lot to sleep
When you have the means to tape the real world out
It's not enough to just hear a voice silenced
'Cause there's so much left to talk about
Like street signs
With numbers
That are names
Of buildings
Where we sat
So quiet
But saying so much more
And you were
Just smiling
As you said
"I'm tired"
At 2 in
The morning
In your uniform
And I wish we could talk like that again
But we don't talk all that much anymore
(or say anything, anything at all)
And we don't say what we mean when we do
(say anything, anything at all)
And the calls are infrequent
And I can't help thinking
That I don't mean that much anymore
But I've got a picture left of you
(Street signs with numbers
serve as reminders
though i'm sure that not what they're supposed to do
and although they tell me
I'll never believe
that Williams St was not made for you)
But I've got a picture left of you
And the longer I'm at it
The longer I'm at it
The longer I'm at it (the more that it makes sense)
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