late nights, bright lights

So you see videos of those really awesome orchestras playing concerts and stuff, right, and all the people are in formal wear... What happens when they're just recording something for an album? Do they still dress up?

I think most of them don't. They're busy people like the rest of us, with kids to drop off at school and appointments to keep and then tonight the twins have soccer practice and the bake sale for the swim team is tomorrow, so they gotta make four dozen sugar cookies when they get home and the dog got into the roast that was defrosting, so what the hell are they going to do for dinner tonight? They're running around, trying to find a store that has pork chops on sale because being a world renown oboeist doesn't pay like it used to, man, so they do not have time to get all snazzed up just to sit in a little room and play for the sweaty sound recording guy behind the glass. No way, they just go in in their cats-wearing-snorkels pajamas. And they maybe only sometimes brush their teeth.

There's always that one guy who's gotta ruin it though, because he shows up in his twelve piece tux with his monocle firmly affixed and his top hat exactly centred on his head because it's too avante-garde to wear it slightly tilted to the left. And he's all 'dudes, you are not taking this seriously enough! It's bad enough the conductor started letting you wear business casual to rehearsals, but now we look trashy. Seriously, you guys suck.'

I bet they hate that guy.

Here are some things I just don't understand.

1) Heavy metal. I mean, I kind of get heavy metals (although it's never really been well defined as to how you get into that club), but the music of the same name confuses me. It's probably really hard to play and more power to you, metal guitarists, but wow it just kind of hurts my ears and makes me angry. I can't understand what you're saying if you keep shouting and growling like that! It's like talking to an angry dog.

2) And why don't people like sitcoms? You don't have to like all of them, but I find it hard to believe there is not a single situation comedy you don't at least sometimes enjoy. WHY DO YOU HATE LAUGHTER.

3) And sausages are gross. What part of the animal are you even eating? I don't think you know. And that weird me out. Same with pepperoni (though it makes a good name for a gecko) and extra same goes for meatloaf.

4) What's the deal with Lost? What was the story for that even? It seems like six years of unanswered questions and random shit that the writers thought would be a good idea. Or maybe this is how it happened:

'Guys, the dog ate the scripts for this week! I think he got angry because he was listening to too much incoherent metal music and he couldn't figure out what he was eating, so he was trying to get back at me! What do we do?'

'Shit, I knew we should have let him watch Scrubs! Add a polar bears and some smudgy smoke shit that kills people. That'll do for at least another half a season!'

5) I like drinking booze. Alcohol makes me feel warm 'n' fuzzy and it makes it easier for me to deal with people. I am not a notoriously good dealer of people usually. But I don't get the appeal of being so drunk you throw up. Most people don't like throwing up. In fact, most people try to avoid it. Unless they're drinking. All I'm saying is if you hate your friends so much that you need to drink until you can't remember anything you did with them at all last night, maybe you need to Craigslist some new friends. Just sayin'.

6) What's the deal with spelling on the internet? Why do some people find it so difficult to do? I mean, you can navigate to facebook or twitter or whatever site you blow at spelling on. You typed in the url without killing anyone. How is 'where' or 'their' so hard to spell? ESPECIALLY considering most browsers have the option for auto-spellcheck?

These are just some of the things I don't get today, guys.

Apparently I should just keep my mouth shut entirely...

The weather hasn't been the most pleasant recently. The windows of the bus were mud spattered and clouded up. I was coming up the hill right as the last bit of sun was fading and dark was settling. Looking through the messy windows out into the darkening streets, only the lights were clear. I had a few moments where I thought I saw people or trees or cars, but it was all too fuzzy to make out.

It made me wonder, in a moment of panic, if I couldn't see them, and they couldn't see me, do any of us really exist for certain? Like when I pull the quilt over my head, am I still in my bed, or do I go someplace else?

It was all very unsettling.

I have now lost count of my updates. But I've done at least one a day and have had a few days where I made multiple posts. The numbering system was flawed anyways (you know, with all them, numbers...)

I am still camping out at death's door, but he hasn't let me in yet, so that may be a good sign.

Hit the Nyquil a little too hard. Any of you who might know me knows that this could be detrimental to everyone's mental health. I wrote a delightful little snippet about a polar bear though. ^__^

Back to work, as per normal tomorrow, and hopefully I'll find out whether or not my vacation was approved (because it's supposed to start Thursday... I'd really like to find out what's going on there).

I'm triple checking this all and I still feel as if I am missing multiple spelling mistakes.

And I realize not a word of this flows together with any semblance of order. Again, blame the Nyquil.

I thought briefly about numbers and probability today. I don't like thinking about numbers too often, they are dreadfully fluid things. But what I managed to piece together is that one is bad luck. Two is slightly more to be concerned about, but still quite possibly an ironic coincidence. Three times... Well, three times is a sign.

Time will tell on that one.

31 Days 'o' Blog Extra Special Super Features

Today! (In History): 1707, Japan. Last recorded eruption of Mount Fuji

Quote of the Day: "A fabrication is a lie you tell others; a rationalization is a lie you tell yourself." [Source unknown, but damn if it's not one of my favourites.]

Bizarre Fact of the Day: 1/4 of the world's mine-able coal is located in the United States. That's approximately 275 billion tonnes. How bizarre.

( Pretty Picture of the Day )

The Final Word: Everyone is a hero in their own way.

007/031
December 6th, 2oo8

So girl's day was more than amazing. Wedding dress trying-on with Aimee. I won't say too much about it because it's top secret wedding stuff and I don't wanna spoil anything, but I will say I am surprised at how excited we all got. Weddings rock, I guess. Maybe deep down, everyone likes to get dressed fancy and get taken somewhere nice. (Hint hint world.)

After we got home, Sarah dyed my hair (slight mishap, nothing much, most likely my fault). So now it's cuter than normal.

Then off to Jenn/Jason/etc's for candy apples and gingerbread house decorating contest. You really can't comprehend how much sugar is in my system right now. Shall let you all know when the results from the contest come in.

Tomorrow is a day of smiles and my new and improved positive can-do, will-do attitude. If you need favours (sexual or, you know, the other kind), a friendly non-judgmental person to listen to you vent or have tough questions that you need answered, hit me up. I am turning a new leaf.

I've also decided to turn over the social butterfly leaf, so let's see how I work on that one too.

That's all tonight, world, sleep well.

31 Days 'o' Blog Extra Special Super Features

Today! (In History): 1768. Encyclopedia Britannica, first edition published.

Quote of the Day: "This is a battle, a war, and the casualties could be your hearts and souls." [Robin Williams, Dead Poets Society]

Bizarre Fact of the Day: Crayola crayons come in 120 different colours, but the labels are only printed in 18 colours. How bizarre.

( Pretty Picture of the Day )

The Final Word: I'll reread this post in a few days and think I'm a crazy person. Fact.

Clearly, I have made some bad decisions.
But the new job I have so far isn't one of them. I'm thus far very enthused to be working there. Weird, I know. Customer care... It doesn't sound like something I would be good at/enjoy. I guess I really like how work can be work and I can leave it at work. There's no way to take it home, so I don't even have to worry.

I can worry, however about the time I spend daydreaming. It's getting to a dangerously high percentage of my daily thought. I have to remember that I live in this crazy reality and not inside me own head....

Hmmm...

You know when you're like... leaving a comment or something on a forum board of deviantart or the like? And instead of hitting 'reply' the button is marked 'submit'?

I get the weirdest little thrill out of that. Mmm... submission.


...

Just a thought.