Emotional Hygene

You Like Nice Today is generally not a good thing to listen to in a public place, especially when Merlin Mann starts impersonating 1920's radio voices.

Oh and I got the job at HMV.

Catatonic

Between the hours of 9p.m. yesterday and 9a.m. today my mind was filled with some of the craziest most epic and sweeping fever dreams to ever grace my mind. I wish I could remember them in full and then see how fucked up my unconscious is. All I remember is a hotel with red carpeting, trees, my mother, my sister, my house, psychic powers, arrows, people in neo-Victorian or possibly steam punk clothing, weird monsters, running, lots of running.

Nice things to wake up to

Like being featured on a huge art site for the rest of the site to see. On deviantArt, the picture in the box thing was taken by me like two years ago and today it is a "Daily Deviation". This is pretty much the best thing to happen in a really long time, concerning my art at least.

Just another diamond day...

I recently came across Vashti Bunyan who is a delightful folk lady from the 60's. She was apparently considered the British female counterpart to Bob Dylan and was friends with Nick Drake. Anyways.

Today has been a good day. I got to sleep in, although I will probably regret this later, it was nice. After sleeping in I got to talk to a friend from the internet who I never get to chat with and we talked about Shakespeare and vampires. During the conversation I got a call from HMV and after some things and stuff I have an interview tomorrow at three! It's only for a temp position, but they usually get staff mainly through hiring a lot of people for Christmas and then keeping the good ones. I plan to wow them with my awesomeness and music knowledge and hopefully have a job after Christmas, of course assuming I get the first one. So that was the high point but other good things were: My sister's friends were over last night (I told a holocaust joke that I was apparently really funny so bonus points pour moi) and they bought and subsequently left Lucky Charms here! That was a good breakfast/lunch. Then I found out Library Voices and Woodpigeon are playing here in November. After that I got my hair cut. I love having my hair cut. I've been going to the same person for years and we get a long. Also, she is very pretty and likes the same music and things as me, and I convinced her she should watch Dr. Horrible. Anyways, I think it's a good hair cut. So here I am. writting a blog about things in an attempt to not do the homework I need to. I have to put together a presentation about the Dalai Lama before tomorrow. I have not started. And I have a Personality midterm tomorrow. But Fembots is tomorrow and possibly a job, so it all kind of works out, yes?


Also! Another internet friend is possibly going to jam/hang out with the band Why?! This is very exciting business.

Anyways, I think for the next while, my title box things will be classic works. SO. This is The Ghost of Banquo by Theodore Chasseriau.

Chicken Mobile

This is really awesome and delightful.

Apparently...

Someone has(had) a problem with DJ Lance from Yo Gabba Gabba! somehow. So I replaced him with one of the greatest paintings of all time.

Dreaming Darkly

I really need to stop watching several episodes of Dexter back to back. I thinks it's messing me up. But! It's so good and involving and has like meaning and metaphors and foreshadowing and CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT. It's not even that much about serial killers, well it still kind of is, but that stops being a main thing. Anyways. I need to watch something light.

There is now a Feist poster on my wall that is bigger than I am. It's awesome.

Lucy, Daughter of the Devil

This is, I think one of my favourite new television shows. It's made (I think) by the same people who made Dr. Katz and Home Movies. Anyways, my favourite joke I saw tonight was where Jesus (a popular DJ spreading the word of joy and peace who preforms "nearacles") was talking to Lucy when he asked her if she smelled something fishy. He then proceeded to pull a fish platter from behind her ear. I would say this is the funniest thing I've experienced today if I hadn't re-listened to Tig Notaro on JJGO which I found a lot funnier second time 'round. And then listened to the new one with Nick Hornby, who you will know from my last post I find to to funny, charming and delightful and the whole episode pretty much made me feel awesome and happy. Also, I pictured Nick Hornby to have a beard, regularish hair and glasses. He is distinctly the opposite. He is shaved bald, clean shaven and un-speckled.

Debates

It's like watching a train wreck. It's so terrible but so entrancing. The last question was about why they think their running mate would be better suited to be president than their opponents. Bahaha, I hate Palin. Obama never mentioned her, good boy. I think I mainly like them so I can watch the audience rection thing at the bottom, it's weird. Also, McCain is really funny when Obama is talking. They're both just using weird politician words that really don't mean anything and saying the other is wrong. Gah, I'll stop now.

But another crazy thing. In my Religious Studies class this weird guy who randomly show's videos (an aside, he has long hair that is a pony tail but he has no side burns, at all, they are clearly shaved and maintained, it's creepy). Anyways, today he read his master's thesis which was a Nitzchean /Nihilistic view of a certain passage in the Bible relating to Lilith. Or something. He was clealy nervous and read in a very halting and disorenting way. He had some interesting ideas though. My philosophy class warped my brain and Nick Hornby is charming, funny and delightful. That's my day.

Me with nothing to say, and you with your autumn sweater.

I have beat my mother in Scrabble twice in a row. I haven't played since July and still managed to break 400 each game.

I found a wonderful sweater in the back of my closet that I randomly bought last. It is perfect for Autumn.

I don't have to work or go to school tomorrow. Hurrah! I never have to go back to the Freehouse if I don't want to. This is excellent news. I feel saner already.

I am slowly compiling songs for an Autumn playlist and played most of them on my show last night. It was particularly nice to play Autumn Sweater by Yo La Tengo (in autumn) and I Quit My Job by Old Man Leudecke (an hour after my last shift).

I have realized I am very polarized. I find some things charming and delightful and others contrived and fakely ironic.

One of the worst things is the world is this new show on Much Music called "We're Experiencing Technical Difficulties" it makes me physically angry how pandery and how hard it's trying to come off edgy and original, but it is so unfunny it hurts. Speaking of unfunny things I find Married with Children aggressively unfunny.

I am going to wake up moderately early tomorrow, make french toast and tea and sit on my couch with a book and a blanket and read something not related to University for a few hours. Then I'm going to take my tips and GST cheque and go out and by a stylus pen and an ink well and maybe a wax letter seal. Then hopefully a coat. I don't own a coat, what's wrong with me?

Anyways, I'm going to go watch the Thanksgiving Iron Chef America and maybe make a mix.

I've read all the right books, to interpret your looks.

Tomorrow is my last day at the Freehouse. I'm pretty excited and bought a 2$ shirt from Value Village saying, "Ask me why today is special" almost exclusively for tomorrow. Ah, should be fun.

So, I spent a bunch of money at Chapters and found out they're hiring. I just finished filling out an online resume, so we'll see how this turns out. Hopefully well.

Also, I need to start dropping off more resumes.

Oh and if you wanted to know what my Philosophy class or at least what we're reading try this:

Think of a word, now say this word over and over and over again until it loses all meaning and becomes this weird thing that you're not really sure how to relate to it. It's lost all meaning and gives you this weird feeling. Now, take that feeling and apply it to everything that exists. Think of things only as things, their thingness if you will. Drain away all the meaning, all the context you've applied to it. If you've somehow managed this, you should be overcome with a brutal feeling of sickness, Nausea if you will.

So yea, that's been on my mind pretty much all day.

Oh! Sun Kil Moon's April is utterly gorgeous. Think if you combined Nick Drake and The National.