Where the funk have I been?
I have no excuses. Ever since the inspiration level of my workplace dived like a Russian Cold War nuclear sub, I've found it hard to write at all. Not that the words ever flowed so freely, but at least they flowed a little more frequently. I've had ideas since then..."Write a book in a Month starting today...no. Make a wooden sculpture....no. Choreograph a dance to T.I.'s "Whatever you like."...no.
And honestly I'm still not much inspired to write something now. But this is my blog, and you - my two dear readers who are surely automated signals from Taiwan - deserve to have something to fake read.
A lot has happened in the world since last June.
I got my replacement iPhone after accidentally waiting for six hours at the beginning of July. And it rocks. I think this should be the start of me starting my mobile upload shit. Gotta figure out how to do that again.
I am in this line somewhere. It's ridiculous...this is the game I was playing:
"I've been in line 3 hours...I'll be to the front soon."
"It's been 4 hours. It has to move soon."
"Five hours. Almost there."
"Five hours fifteen minutes. If I leave, the line will start moving."
"Crap...what do you mean because I have ATT bundled billing I won't be able to activate it. Fuck you."
"Oh God, I accidentally just skipped work."
"Oh God, I can see it from here."
"Oh God, I can't wait to go home and turn it on."
"Oh God, McDonalds."
"Yes!"
And then there's the Dark Knight to come out shortly after...can you believe it? $992,267,331 gross total so far. And they're to re-release it come January for the Oscars (in hopes of some nominations.)
And music? I'd venture to say that a few discs came out that I managed to listen to over and over through the summer. Check these videos and the Albums they came off:
"From "In Ghost Colours" spelled with a u, 'cause they're from down under.
I was fortunate to see them at both Pitchfork and Metro (with the Presets, who rock my work, fyi.)
And then there's the lovely Adele, a slightly chunky chic from our friends across the Pond. If you don't have this CD yet, you're dumb. It's like Amy Winehouse, only not trashy, drunk or with hypodermic needles stuck in her arm.
from "19".
and finally:
from "Partie Traumatic".
I was lucky enough to see these guys, too, at Lollapalooza. And I'd say they were one of my favorites there.
Those three discs entertained me pretty much all summer, with some other added stuff tossed in here and there of course.
And while music is my general obsession most of the time, the election surely took over my passions for the past...err...four months. I'm pretty sure our economy took a turn for the worse in the last few months because instead of working, people were paying attention to the election.
I must say that Palin has been a game changer. By "game changer" I mean I went from initially thinking that McCain was a sneaky devil by picking her to a complete fucktard once I learned more about her. But God has a purpose for everything, and I do believe this was it:
and maybe this:
palinaspresident.com
But it couldn't have been all for fun right? Hopefully more than five of us read of McCain's spoiled upbringing and temper and Sarah's far-right-religious mindset as well as their scare-tactics of accusing Obama of being a terrorist or Socialist or unfit to be leader. Hopefully there's enough of us.
And soon, we're gonna find out.
Yes, it was an awesome summer. Yes, it felt like fall arrived in June and stayed until, well, fall. But it's time to move on.
And truly, this coming Tuesday will tell us, and the world, if we're going to (and not just because it's my friend Kelly's birthday.)
As for the next few months...I have a lil' trip to Mexico to look forward to the day after the election. Hopefully I'll want to return.
And then I'm hosting Thanksgiving. Hopefully it won't turn out a disaster.
And then there's the most wonderful time of the year. Hopefully this will be the best one yet.
Until my next entry...hopefully this week before I leave...
If I tell you I love you, will you vote Obama? Okay then. I love you.
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