it pisses me off when Hershey's Kisses melt. Even when you re-solidify them in the refrigerator, they form some funky shapes and usually get the tin foil and little tail thing totally stuck inside the chocolate. And pulling them back apart again, while invigorating, is inevitably hardly worth the effort. Other than that, Kisses, a banana, and organic coffee is pretty nice. And kind of granola.

Also, thank God 24 is over. My Monday nights are mine once again. Charlotte called the Chloe pregnant thing reeeeeeeeeal early... silly unnecessary plot twist imho. At least Josh finally stood up for himself a little bit. If you're going to meet a terrorist on a beach... [i]specifically[/i] on a certain beach, why would you not assume that they might be meeting you from the ocean instead of on land? Maybe Jack should have just ridden around in an SUV with two lanterns hanging out the window. And whatever happened to Wayne? That's two seasons in a row now where Wayne just kind of disappeared one episode and never showed up again.

How to make 24 interesting again: Don't avert the crisis.
This season should have ended with the Russians pounding us... or with China pulling some trump card against both of us... or the real villains being dumbass rednecks who happened to find the nuke... and then the whole country gets split in half. Just do something to SERIOUSLY change the status quo instead of, pretty much, just always leaving it where it began. Basically, I suppose, I just want to see a crossover between 24 and DMZ. DMZ is far more compelling. And one of those things that I still think deserves the critical acclaim it has been slowly gathering.

Oh... and that Marilyn girl? Man, I hated her.

And anyone want to bet that Morris isn't the father? You'll be able to tell b/c the kid probably won't have a drill hole in his shoulder.

I watched The Old Timey Gospel Hour (or whatever) on Sunday night. Jerry Falwell's favorite tv show was, apparently, 24. And yet he went and kicked the bucket just a week before the finale. It obviously wasn't that riveting.

It's annoying how two people really have to have the same view of their relationship to one another, and you can never really understand someone else's point-of-view on anything. And, yeah, it's annoying. And, look, there my hands go again... being all shakey. That's annoying too, so I'll play some video games. Ahh... that's better. I'm totally Gerald Wallace running up and down and dunking, and damn, I'm badass. But, shit, I can hardly hold on to the control thing anymore, but it's getting a little better at least. But now I'm getting really really tired. Fuck that tho, it's only midnight; I'm not going to sleep yet. But then I feel all sick inside like that going-down-a-hill-on-a-roller-coaster thing. Maybe I'll go listen to music. Yeah, that's sweet. Waitaminute... that bitch next door is banging on the wall again. Goddammit, but that's ok, music's just annoying anyway. And, damn, I'm really really tired now. But it's like, what, 1:00? Hardly bedtime now! It's the perfect time for reading comics. Even though I'm having a hard time focusing, the pretty colors and ridiculous stories are really quite distracting. But not too distracting, cuz, damn, I still feel kind of sick. And now it's like 2:00? I guess I knew I'd have to go to sleep eventually. Oh well. I'll deal with this stupidness while I sleep.

Ok... well it's funny to me. You shut up.

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friends and enemies.
All in your mind.
Only true if someone else believes it too.
shaking again.
The thought alone.
But the soft glow of the fake world flickers.
Soothing in its madness.
Deft. Smooth. Fantastic.
Vicariously. Vicariously.
The shaking... The shaking...
The shaking slowly softens.
And darkness fights from the fringe.

But not yet.

Inside: swirl. stop. drop.
Fall back to the beginning.
And let it go...
Back away on the beat of the bass drum.
quarter. Quarter. QuaRTeR. QUARTER.
Triplet-eighth?!
Again!
Three notes in the place of one.
And the tag on the end.
Goddamn.
Turn it down.
turn it off.
Settling back... shaking still.
Silence is better anyhow.
The darkness moves again.
The attack redoubled.
From the front.

But not yet.

The colors coalesce.
Fade to black. And back again.
Meld and Merge.
Hand-lettered reality on a pallet of four.
Points and pixels placate.
Eternally internally the drum beats on.
And Truth rallies.
The illusion: shockingly shattered.
shaking... shaking...
Inside drops; crashing down.
The shadow. Emboldened.
The darkness. Encroaching.
Creeping. Biding. Secure.
The outcome decided.
Succumb.
The shaking subsides.

Dreaming, the battle begins anew.
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Last week, I didn't go to work past Tuesday. I, instead, hung out exclusively with people I like. Partially in a town I like. Partially at a concert I liked. Doing all that liking was scary.

Here are some photos.
I'm saying everything that I type right now in the back of my head as though I were Hank Hill.
That is also scary.
I do a terrible Hank Hill.

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These are pictures of me getting destroyed in the new expansion for Apples to Apples. By Kennedy. And Allison. Also... the comic book store that's on Biltmore (or Broadway? I can't ever remember which side of the street is called which thing unless I'm there) sucked. Except that they had Apples to Apples. You shouldn't work in a comic book store if you aren't well-acquainted with Bone.		And this... dammit... seems like there's always a picture of Bryan's ass whenever we take pictures of anything. And not to compare Brooke to Bryan's ass in any way whatsoever... but the picture of a person taking a picture of the person taking the picture of... Gay. Like Bryan's ass.
	Not that I have anything against gay people... Of course.
We kind of pushed it a little too close with the eating and missed half of the first song by The National. Which was annoying for me. But not as annoying as for other people. As far as I know. I had gotten the new album prior to the show, which made things much much better since they mostly played new stuff. Musically or whatever, they weren't extremely deep or cutting-edge, so knowing the songs helped a ton and made it a lot of fun. The dude can scream. I was surprised. Especially since I described the new record (multiple times) as perfect sitting-at-home-alone-on-the-couch-in-the-dark music. The lighting, however, was really really low... While I have a few photos, I couldn't even get the lighting up enough in Photoshop to make them worthwhile, so I will spare you.
And then the Arcade Fire... The setlist was really really good. Lots of new stuff, some old stuff... and very few slow sad-bastard songs. We were sitting right in the middle in the 2nd balcony row, which was ok for me, but not for those who require glasses. Nor, apparently, was it ok for my camera and my stupid shakey hands. Nothing really came out that great at all, but some of them at least weren't completely terrible...
	I can play a C-Major scale on all of the above instruments... Yes, I'm that amazing.	I like how the screaming guy is pretty much in focus. If everyone on stage would have just stayed still the entire time, all of my pictures would have been as amazing as my C-scales.
	<-- Ahhhh... young love... (Is that really two gay jokes in one post? Maybe I do have something against gay people, and I just don't know it.) hmmm... --> And why does everyone else look happy, and I look like a retard? There. I made fun of retarted people instead of gay people that time.

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And, lastly, here's the first encore song that Arcade Fire did. The girl sitting in front of me left for some reason, so I was able to jump down a row and use the balcony rail to hold the camera still.

Well... kind of still...

Labels: Allison, Brooke, concerts, Jen, Kennedy, music, Rob, Thomas