Bitter joy is a mug of joe. A good cup of coffee is like stepping into the nocturnal Amazon hand-in-hand with the woman you love, a warm stroll into the weighty cacophony of a moonlit forest wrapped in silky covers woven from the perfume of wanton life. I�m starting to worry I might have an addiction problem.
On the subject of problems, my hair is the lumpy bear of our jungle adventure (I�m trying to remember the bear from The Jungle Book
. Baloo?). Just a real mess, all blobby and formless, defiant of both gravity and my bravest attempts at style. Maybe I�ve mentioned this before, but it�s my gravest enemy and one of the few things on this earth I truly hate. Some days I dread going bald; some days I welcome it as the nuclear finale to our lifelong war.
Listen to Passing Out in America
by Alexisonfire. If I remember, I�ll throw in a hyperlink there, but it�s up to you to dig it out if my memory slips. I don�t recommend it because it�s beyond compare, but it happens to be playing right now, and if you give it a go, we�ll be sharing a moment across space and time.
Plus it�s got this part where the guy�s like, �WHEEP-WHEEP-WHEEP� and my heart feels like it�s been kidnapped by a flock of starlings.
If I can plunge niche for a second, Doctor Who
, less the dues ex machina that tears out suspension like potholes do for an old car, but plus the inexpressible brilliance of Matt Smith, is a truly enthralling ride. Tennant is a hero, but Smith is head and bow-tie above in terms of out-and-out entertainment, while sacrificing little of the, uh, what�m I after here, maudlin mischief? Good stuff.
I miss playing games, man. I know, that�s about the most inconsequential thing in the world, but I haven�t had anything to really pilfer my attention for a while. Guess I�ve got some gifts due, but the only thing I expect to really play is Fable
and I can already sense my disappointment there looming strong. Is this how my dad felt watching me go out to play T-ball?
I really want to play some XBL Indie games. Is good stuff happening there? Anyone know? Ugh. Ugh
. This is the ultimate Indian Burn of no internet. No Indie games. But oh well. The lords of my land (read: the basement) have returned, so maybe I can plea for a decent connection. S�pose I�ll have to pay a tithe or some such.
Oh, and on one last personal note, next week I�m scheduled to have a drink with my soon-to-be-legal brother. Gunna be uncomfortable. Here�s hoping your days are unburdened by the awkwardness that runs through my life like bubonic rodents in olde Europe.
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