Blather, rinse, repeat

I was supposed to dance today. I had my costume and music all ready, even hand-made a new hip hei (it kind of sucks though,) and was good to go. But the time and place got all screwed up, and I never found out where I was supposed to meet the group, and the roads were closed. I was going to do one Tahitian, yeah, a two and a half minute dance, and yeah I would have driven the 40 or so miles out there just for two minutes of dancing. But it wasn't to be. I got up at 8 AM on a day off (no work this weekend) for absolutely zip.

Well, not really. I got a lot done this morning, cleaned, vacuumed, did some laundry, and studied for three hours for the path2 midterm. If I don't ace that bitch, something is wrong.

Umm, yesterday I tried to replace my water filters but one of them is broken. I need to change / refill my fish tank water and I can't. I get so worried when I can't change the water. The company is really awesome though, and they are sending me a free replacement. Still, my fish!

My fish must think I'm out of my mind. A few times a week I'll have a half a glass of red wine at Mom's while we watch Family Guy, then go to my place and feed my fish, and to Gran's to let Belle out and feed my other fish which are in that room.

Me: "FISHIES! Wiggle-swim fishies, time for foods! HI LEON! You are so magnificent! Fishie fish fish! You guys are the FISHIEST fish ever! Kiss, kiss!"

Fish: "Is that lip balm stuck to our tank? Oh my god. She had wine again."

Last night I tried this new ice cream called Arctic Zero. It's got 128 calories for the entire pint and it doesn't have any HFCS or any aspartame junk. Instead it uses this "Whey Low" stuff which, I have no idea what that is or how it works. The web site gives you some junk about how these three kinds of sugar interfere with each other so you can't digest it and OH MY GOD EPIPHANY THIS EXPLAINS THE DREAM I HAD. Duh.

Last night I had one of those crack dreams again where I make the person in trouble stand aside so that that I can handle it. Last night it was Dr. House. In the dream, he had found a way to get high without vicodin. It turned out that there was a chemical in spinach that he couldn't assimilate, and the resulting reaction made it so that it could pass the blood-brain barrier and act like marijuana. Dude, I know, I know. What the hell. So he was eating all this spinach and Wilson was curious and concerned, wondering what was with the spinach obsession. Then Wilson's girlfriend (I can't remember her name, but it's the same one from the actual show,) started googling it. House of course didn't care and kept getting spinach-high, until he ate too much and fell down beside his bed. I remember everything was sort of smoky and wavy. I pretty much figured he was going to die if he didn't do something, so I made him leave and took over, as I always do in dreams like these. I made him walk up to the roof of their apartment building, where Wilson and his girlfriend were on a swing-set. The girlfriend was swinging really high, to the edge of the building. Then she decided to stand up on the swing. I / House thought that was dangerous – we were pretty sure she was going to pitch over the ledge. I wanted to do something about it, but House didn't. Fortunately I was in control, so I decided to tell Wilson. However, he was playing in a ball pit. I thought, "Maybe this is why he's on spinach," and then I woke up.

Right! So I tried this Arctic Zero stuff and it did not make me high, and hopefully it didn't pass the blood-brain barrier and I didn't explode or grow an extra limb or anything like that. But I'm still not sold on the idea. Things like this that sound too good to be true usually are. Seriously, 3 kinds of sugar canceling each other out? Doesn't that sound like one of those diet-jokes? "Oh yeah, hur hur, if you eat two cupcakes they cancel each other out!" It didn't taste too bad though.

And Mom and I watched Revenge Of The Sith. I forgot how terrible / awesome that movie was. One of those things where, when it's bad it's abysmal ("UR BEAUTIFUL CUZ I LOVE U!!!" "OMG NO U!") and when it's good it's fantastic (Hello there! It's quite possible that he's the most beautiful man on earth.) This was my favorite scene. I thought it was brilliant. Two Jedi – or rather, a Jedi and a Sith, with flashy lightsabers and the Force and fancy moves and whatnot, and they get so fired up that to hell with the lightsabers, I'm just gonna choke a bitch with my bare hands because that's how much I hate/love/hate you! My other best part is when Obi-wan finds general Grievous (of all the things I'm writing and raving about now, yeah, writing that name makes me feel retarded,) and hundreds of enemy soldiers everywhere, and he thinks about it for a minute. "Hmm, this could be tricky, I'm massively outnumbered. What should I do?" And then he jumps down into the center of them like "Hey what's up, kicking everyone's ass now!"

How the hell did I get onto Star Wars? Jesus. No more crack for me. At least not this late at night.

Aaaanyway. Yeah, today. So I cleaned and studied and blah blah. And got lots of critiquing done for various writing workshops, but did absolutely no work on my own writing. :/ Ehh. Soon.

But not tomorrow. Tomorrow I'm going out with Lady Chrysanthemum to see Kung Fu Karate Kid. I hope it doesn't piss me off. I want to like it. I love Jackie Chan. Yes. He can be trusted to keep Kung Fu sacred. :) It's nice of her to have kept me in mind for tomorrow. She's quite lovely.

The Gold Dragon called me today and we talked for a long time. He wanted to see how everything is going ("Just calling to see, you know, how you guys are...But I guess you don't want to talk about..." No, I don't. But it was a kind gesture to call.) He misses class, and I miss him, and we're trying to figure out a day to go to China Town. But maybe a few of us this time. Me, Dragon and Snarklit, maybe Chrysanthemum and we'll ask Jedi Ronin, too. But in the end, bet you anything it'll just be the three of us. Which is also fine. He's such a good dude, this Dragon. Class is not the same without him.

Tomorrow I'm sleeping till 10 AM, cleaning the birds, going to the movies, and then, with whatever time I have left during the day, maybe writing/revising, or some more studying. Definitely some jogging and some dancing. Oh, jogging's going really well since I got those superfly sneakers. Mostly I'm going to ignore tomorrow until it's done. :)

And if not, I always have these silly fannish thoughts to occupy my mind. God, it's weird inside my head.

ETA: Gacked from William Gibson (God I love saying that,) Seizure-inducing photographs of Meiji Japan. These kind of rule, if you can handle the eye-strain.

So I can only watch House on Tuesdays eight days after it airs since they moved it to Monday. >_<

BUT! I am so pleased with last week's House. The ending with Amber was kind of creepy and truly a surprise.

Mostly the entire thing was worth it for House calling Wilson a manipulative bitch. ^_^

WHo else thought that House and Wilson were going to passionately kiss after the wake? O_O

Note to self: after writing this entry, go here to see tonight's House.

Today, the first stop after breakfast was to go see Auntie Kau'i. She thought the Boychild was beautiful, she had her awesome long hair down, and she asked me to dance in the show tomorrow. I have no idea what to dance and I forgot everything I learned in her one-day seminar in July, so no pressure! I love her. She is an angel.

Then we got our rooms here at the Contemporary and it is so different than the last time I was here, which I think was right after college. And yet the view and the vibe and the smell are I mean, you already effing PAID to get in, but if you want to stay in, you have to pay again. I was mad though 'cause it looked like it was going to be cool. Everyone was in costume. If I'd known, I would have busted out Sally and definitely gone. I never like to miss a Halloween party, and especially if there are costumes involved.

But before we left, everyone else was still in the restaurant and the Boychild aws going, "UP! UP!" so i took him out of his seat and we went outside to look at the ducks and the castle. he utterly shocked me by pointing to the castle and saying, "Cackle!" That's what SB used to call it and it put me back about 17 years.

17 years is a hell of a long time, isn't it? And for some reason, everytime I come here I'm rethinking my life, seeing what has changed and what hasn't.

Liek I said last night, I am out of a dead-end, soul-sucking, toxic job that I was tolerating whle pretending to love because, well, my default is to be cheerful and i tend to make the best of things, even when change would be better. I am going back to school to studay medicine, and that has been a dream of mine since probably around high school when I fell in love with biology.

There were so many roads I wanted to take back then, and I took none of them. There were some that I thought I wanted to take, but which I realize now would have been just as wrong for me as the wrong job was. Growing up, I thought I wanted my black-picket-fence version of The American Dream; a kind of Addams Family. I guess that would have been ideal, ut is ridiculously unlikely and perforce, I had to let that one go. Gomez is just Not Out There. What I could have done is settle for something in between--which is what I did with my stupid ex job--and I'm so glad I didn't.

Which leads me to why I settled so long for that stupid job. It hit me all at once today. I thought it had meaning. I thought I was helping. See, now most people, or at least many people, really need to be loved. A lot of folks need to be validated. They have to be popular, well-liked, and find a mate (in some cases just to prove that they can; the "I GOT ONE!" thing.) I see people who are desparate for the approval of others.That works for them and that's fine. (HOwever you have to draw the line when they are so desparate for the approval of others that they purposely try to smear other people. Anyway.)

I've always said this, but today it really hit home; it was like the skies opened up and spilled this knowledge on me.

That is NOT my motivation. And, holy crap! It never has been! I have never kowtowed for someone's approval, have never wheedled or begged or been obsequious. The only approval I want is of those I really truly value. You get me or you don't. And if you don't, and you don't like me, then there's nothing I can do to change that and I am not going to pretend for niceties' sake that I care. I cease to acknowledge those people. And to some, that seems rude or snobbish but to me, why would I waste my thoughts and words and time on someone who already has their mind made up?

I'll never start crap with others, ut I will finish it, and I finish it with ice around the edges. Once someone has pushed enoughof my buttons, I say what I have to say, and I have never had any trouble saying to someone's face anything I would say behind their back. Did that make sense?

Like my Dad wrote in his song: "I don't look for trouble, but I never ran."

My motivation has never been acceptance. For years I maintained that if I couldn't do some good to the world, then there was no sense in doing anything. While others strove to be loved and accepted, I strove to be useful, and I convinced myself for years that my service to animals at a crappy animal hospital was what I needed to be doing. (And maybe at the time it aws?) And to combat my issues with my looks, I always said, "I wasn't put on this planet to decorate it." Which in turn made me question: Why was I put on this planet? Which is not to say that I feel some entity specifically put me here; but it's nice to think that in the grand overview, I have a purpose.

"To serve" was always at the heart of it, but I dolled it up with, "to inspire, to entertain, to educate." i was thinking of writing and dancing, and spreading the Hawaiian culture.

But now, at this time of times, it all comes down: No, I really do need to serve. I need more meaning. And I think that even with the happy side-effects of indulging in my curiosity and my love for human biology, the main reason I am going to study the exact kind of medicine I am going to study, is because I can finally be of use. I can really serve. I can get my hands dirty. This is what's been waiting for me.

In the back of my mind I feel like I can save everyone, too. I won't deny that a part of me feels like this is some kind of safety net: that if I study alternative medicine, nothing bad will ever happen to anyone in my life ever again. Or that if fates-forbid it does, I can fix it. I know that's unrealistic, but I can't deny that it's there.

So I have this happy revelation--as if I needed another--that I am finally going down the correct road, yet half-buried under the sea like a rotting ship still full of treasures is that black-picket-fence dream. Walking around with the Boychild I'm thinking, "I need to do this, too. I need to have my own kid; I need to put a good person on the planet and pass on my values. I need to take someone on Dumbo and watch my grandparents play with their grand-child." No Gomez Addams--oh well--but a Wednesday or a Pugsley.

It's not the American Dream, but the American Dream is not for me. Those are not the values I want to pass on; little yellow ribbon magnets, stick-on american flags and singing God Bless America at Disneyworld. I believe in neither god nor america.

But the clock is ticking and it's ticking against my equally intense urge to be free to follow this other road, and still travel, and still get in that one last romantic fling. I know a person can accomplish all of these things, but it sure does compromise you.

Those are my super deep thoughts for tonight, and tomorrow we are going to Epcot and I'm going to buy some earrings and maybe soem Hello Kitty pajamas or an anime figure.

Out plant shopping today with Mom and Gran, I bought the most fantastic plant. It's called Adam's Needle and it is a yucca that is apparently cold hardy to -30. It gets tall white spikes of fragrant flowers and it looks totally tropical. Yes, we're back to zone denial. We were out shopping and riding around for a long time, it was pretty cool. So long that I had just enough time to have dinner before going out to Kung Fu. Kung Fu was basics, sparring drills, then in black belt it was chi-gung, sahmsing and partner stretches again.

On the way home, the full moon was rising like a bitch. So like the total fool I am, I had to pull over to the side of the road and get pics. Me, in a freaking corn field (or wheat or whatever the hell it was,) taking pictures of the rising moon. ( Worth it, y/y? )

I made it home in just enough time to see the season finale of House.

OMG! It was so typically tragic and yet I teared up like a little bitch. I'm sad the season is over, but wtf, there were hardly any episodes this season anyway. I liked the sneaky little Vote For Change '08 sticker they had on the wall. ^_^

Ummm, I got asked to join a dance group, and I think I know where-and whom and what--I want to teach. I just have to see if it's doable. Wish me luck. In the meantime, I can't tell you which gives me more glee: knowing that at The Place I No Longer Have To Be, persons who made scumtastic moves will be scrambling again, or the simple fact that I DO NOT HAVE TO BE A PART OF IT EVER AGAIN. I thought I'd be sad, bored, and I thought I'd miss it a little. Yet every morning I don't have to be there, I wake up and heave a huge sigh of relief, and I feel so good it hardly fits into words. I can't even imagine how I was dealing with it now that I no longer have to. It's hard to explain.

Well, there ya go, enough babble from me today. ^_^

Well, so here's what happened yesterday. Okay, it started actually at around 5 AM. I woke up to this crazy pain in my left eye. I made my way to the bathroom, turned on the light which was frigging blinding (but I was too scared to turn it off; there's a mirror in my bathroom, Bloody Mary anyone?) and managed to get some of my drops into my eye. It felt a little bit better and after a few minutes, I was able to fall back to sleep. My guess was that my eye had gotten all dried out and it stuck to my eyelid, and then when I moved my eye around it went, RIIPPP. I kept thinking of that part from Hannibal, remember that?

So then at 5:30 PM I'm getting ready to go to Kung Fu and I know the air is really dry there, Sifu burns a lot of incense sometimes, so I figured I would pre-emptively throw some eye drops in before heading out. So I put the drops in my right eye, no problem. I put them in my left eye, then all of a sudden it was like someone was shoving a rusty nail into my eye. I couldn't see because it was all blurry, just like bands of light. It was worse whenever I would blink, but of course when you feel like you have something in your eye, you want to blink more. So I was like, "Ow! ... Ow! ... Ow!... Ow! ..." every few seconds. I figured that this would go away in a few minutes but it didn't. Finally I called my Mom and she called the eye doctor (I couldn't see to dial,) and they told her that they were closed and to call back tomorrow. She was like, "I think it's an emergency because she can't really see?" and they were like, "Well I'm sorry, but eff you."

Anyway, it stayed all watery, gritty, painful and on-and-off non-seeing until around 11:30 PM. Then it started to chill out with the pain, but it was still blurry. Blurry like it was dry but I was afraid to put the drops in it again because that's what started it off the first time.

It felt like there was something stuck in there (it was like I could feel it everytime I moved my eye) so I was trying to take a picture to see if later on I could see anything in there. Anyway, I looked at those pics today and this is what they were:

( Uhh, OW! )

So I got a call first thing this morning telling me that the only time they have open to see me is 10 AM so I would continue to wait till then. At 9:45 I had my Da drive me down there.

My doctor wasn't there today so I got this guy I'd never had before. He came in all avuncular and--I kid you not--kept ruffling my hair and calling me "kid." I was wearing my Morticia T shirt and he was like, "Oh wow, do you think you look like her? Well, I personally don't see it." He made me laugh; I was like, "Yeah, sure you don't." He goes, "Well, of course you perpetuate the image, with the black sweater and the black pants! Next time I see you, young lady, you'd better be in white or something!" It was difficult to take him seriously but at the same time he was so nice that I wasn't weirded out by all the hair-ruffling and comments and stuff.

Anyway, so he put some analgesic drops in there and went poking all around. He diagnosed that there were some abrasions and dry patches although he couldn't figure why it had happened all of a sudden. He said exactly what I thought had happened, that my eye had gotten stuck to my eyelid and a piece got ripped. He said it would account for the light sensitivity, extreme blurriness etc. He was like, "That really hurts when that happens, right?" I was like, "OH HAI HERE'S YOUR UNDERSTATEMENT! YOU WANT FRIES WITH THAT, BABY?!" Only of course I didn't say that.

So he put me back on the eye drops six times a day and gave me this ointment to heal it and keep everything all nice and smooth during the night. He also said, "Hey, this was an emergency, why didn't you get the doctor on call last night?" I was like, "Uhhh, because they said there wasn't one, perhaps?" That seemed to flummox him, but I doubt anyone will look into it. Jeez. He said also that this was not surgery related so they would have to charge my insurance, but he would not charge me the co-pay. Which is nice and all, but oddly, nothing like this ever happened before the surgery so, yeah.

Anyway, that's what happened with my eye.

Who watched House tonight? I was so pleased that they sneaked in two really cool little gags. The first was to have the words "TESLA WAS ROBBED!" written on the chalkboard the entire episode. S'up, science geeks? That really gave me a squee. But what gave me more of a squee was when WIlson was telling House that he couldn't have seen Cameron or Chase because they weren't there, and "you can't be in two places at once, unless you're a cat," and House took a second and then said, "Physics joke. You don't hear enough of those." I nearly stood up and cheered because this is one of my favorite references and always has been, and I do, in fact, own the T shirt. And when people ask me to explain it I usually just tell them, "It's a physics joke." And even though it wasn't necessarily that the cat was in two places at once but rather one "place" and two states of being until observation, well, still, they went there and I was geeked out and happy.

On another note, I got a really random, somewhat senseless and semi-disturbing email from an aquaintance of mine that still has me in a high state of WTF. Why do people have to be so weird sometimes? O_O

Oh, WHOA, back up, I almost forgot to add. On the recommendation of a random really cute guy, I watched the movie Mulholland Drive. Okay, and it totally blew me away. Epic tragedy, sad and compelling and brave and heartbreaking. Highly recommend it to anyone who hasn't seen it.

S'up, ten and a half hour workday? Dude, I know that lots of people do like 12 or more, but I'm just not cut out for that crap, seriously. I'm the laziest cow to begin with, and when I end up covering for someone who randomly quit the sanctuary, doing the work of two people without stopping to eat or sit down, I'm just like, yo.

To top it off, my friend the cormorant bit the everloving christ out of my hand. Both hands, actually, but my left one he nailed so hard that it broke like three of the blood vessels on the back of my hand, and it hurts all the way up to my shoulder and down to my fingers. He hit a nerve; I have a spot on my knuckles that doesn't seem to feel anything. And it's the tiniest little hole, that's all you can see aside from the massive hematoma. Dirty little fish-beak.

On the upside, the premier of House is on tonight. That's really my only TV show, so I'm looking forward to it big time.

Oh, in even better news, I saw my wonderful and excellent friend today who had been so seriously ill in the last few years with an aggressive cancer. It's been so back and forth over the years and we only get to see each other every few months but today she looked amazing. All her hair grew back (curly!) and she's biking all over town, working at her new high-paying job where she is very happy, and she's cancer free. (*knock on wood!*) We talked for a long time and then I ended up telling her about my sprained ankle and she showed me this pressure point which fixed it in like a minute. Anyway we're trying to thik of plans for all of us to get together to practice some Tai Chi and stuff like that. I can't wait. Anyway, that was such a high point of my day I had to rave about it, and about her.

I might post again later with some stills from the movie thingie, ones that I will post specifically to send to one of my old actor pals to see if he's interested. That in mind, those of you who are sick of seeing stills and hearing me babble about the thing can just skip it. ^_^

I get to sleep late tomorrow, squee!

On, and I repeat: does anyone know which programs will remove Purityscan, Outerinfo, Downloader and Clickspring for good? And don't say to use Hijack This! and post a log somewhere, because I will punch you in the vagina. I want something that will remove it automatically. I'll pay, but I have to be sure it will work, and will work for good, and then block any re-infections. Also, I have tried the Outerinfo uninstall thing and it didn't work. Thanks!

Okay, ETA: I know this is schmoopy as all get-out but I need to say it once in a while. I have absolutely the loveliest and most awesome and beautiful friends ever. Where the hell were these people when I was in high school, college and beyond? Why did it take me so long to find these people? Not that I have any regrets, because they're with me now, so. ^_^

Health: Drink green tea. Can't hurt you, and looks like the benefits are pretty awesome, just like folks have been saying all along. While we're here, let me semi-tangentially mention that getting into alternative health stuff (and by "alternative health stuff" I mean things not having to do with antibiotics and other doctorly things) has been one of the best things I've ever done. Green tea, pomegranates, acai, tons of fruit and veggies, excersize, finding that zen through excersize, leaving meat behind, making my own skin care products without parabens or petroleum (surprisingly easy), all of that good stuff: remarkably easy, not as expensive as people think, and way past worth it. Green tea is just a small example. Slightly tangential here: why do people spend thousands of dollars on weight loss programs, when eating less and moving more are actually free?

House tonight: FUN! Admittedly House can get really stretchy with medical facts and stuff, but after all it is a TV show. And the characters are still fun and enjoyable. Sucks to have to wait till the 27th to see a new one. That will be AFTER the 30STM concert.

30 Seconds to Mars: OMG. A little nervous about the upcoming concert. I've seen them 3 times and enjoyed each time, but I'm afraid this will be a downer without Matt, with the crappy venue, the short set list, and the slim to none chance of getting to meet the guys. I've already met them and it was grea but ... really I want Jo-chan to have a splendid time. I wish it was a smaller venue. I wish Matt hadn't left. Going on with 30STM: I love you, Jared Leto, for your random impromptu acoustic solo performance at 2 AM for the 20 or so people waiting around the tour bus to say hello. What a nice guy. LOL at him correcting the folks who started singing to him in the wrong key.

New job: I start tomorrow. Rumor is that the woman who runs the place (an aquaintance of mine for a few years, but we've never gotten to know each other too well yet) is extremely exacting and very detailed and pretty hardcore about every little thing. Which, you know, I'm not necessarily that way. I hope I can meet her standards. Because if I do, not only will I be doing what I love (working to rehabilitate birds, with lots of raptors and other things not seen everyday!) but I will be getting an extra hundred dollars or more a week for a few measly hours. I also have to leave the Kung Fu desk job. Which kind of blows. But dude. An extra hundred dollars a week that I can put away instead of spending on groceries and other junk.

Book stuff: Wrote a huge chapter. Will try to continue to write tonight.

Weather: Late season last gasp arctic blast FTW. Ten degrees tomorrow. I can dig it.

Friends: My friends at work, though snarky, can sometimes come out with some really sweet things to say. Mostly, they are awesome.

I dunno, I guess that's it. I'm all wound up for tomorrow. Send me good work vibes please!

Ben and Jerry's has banned the use of eggs from battery-caged hens, HURRAH! Now I can go back to eating my favorite ice cream. Which does not mean that I love Unconditional Chocolate any less. :)

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WTF WITH NO MORE HOUSE UNTIL HALLOWEEN!? What am I supposed to do on Tuesday evenings now? And I won't even be home on Halloween! Crap on a stick. I'm so sad! Weeeeee-oooooo-weeee-oooo-weeee-ooooo!

I have to remember to go and get my hair cut, and then if there's time, I have to remember to dye it. Thursday is the Kung Fu party. Ooooh, can't wait!

First: ( Here is a much better pic of that Tahitian costume idea that I had, with the beach and the walking and stuff. )

The only thing I really like much better about the one on my camera was that the only background and foreground was water and beach sand. This has all the nonsense with the beach-house and the parking lot and whatnot. So none of the pictures actually came out the way I wanted them to, but still.

I don't know why I feel like posting this, but I do. ( This is me from the other night. )

A bunch of us on the 30STm boards were cam-whoring and posting the pics, and that was mine.

And now ... THE NINJA WIZARDS!

( La Principesa: ) They say that people subconsciously get dogs that look like them. Uncanny, isn't it?

( Dirty boy! ) Or as my Mom wrote after I emailed her that pic, "He really is a beautiful dog, even though he's dirty and smelly and crazed."

( Even Trisky thinks he smells funny. ) And she's never wrong.

( Haku's nose. ) He looks stoned there, doesn't he?

( A much more fair representation of the white dragon: )

They are the Ninja Wizards! And together, they fight crime!!! run around the yard a lot. Actually, they probably would fight crime if I let them. Or actually, Trisky would just try to stare at crime until she withered it with her icy I-care-not gaze. Haku would try to chew through crime. Sano actually did fight crime once.

( And Cassidy! )

Okay, there is my pic spam.

Oh man, there was something I wanted to write about, but I can't remember what it was. It must not be important. I'll just go random until I figure it out.

Hmm, still haven't gotten those tickets for the Tri-state 30STM shows, goddamnit. Ticketbastard really dropped the ball on this one. I understand they do that quite a lot.

30 Seconds to Mars unreleased tracks ... just as blindingly, achingly awesome as the stuff on their albums. My birds disagree and do not seem to like these particular songs. Mother of god, this man can scream.

House is on tonight. House, chocolate soy ... that's the way things should be.

I don't know; I can't remember what it was that I wanted to write! Who cares, anyway?