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I don't know if I have daily journaling/blogging in me. I have tried to do a daily journal, but after some time I forget a day, then I try to make up for it, then I forget again. Etc. Discipline is necessary for such things, and although I have a moderate amount of it, it's obviously not enough.

So, I'll just quote Neil Gaiman and be done with it.

"Write when you remember, write when you can".

Here's a few items -

My reading of DUNE is coming along. I've not read in 2 days, but I'm almost 100 pages in, and that's a great start for a book I've tried getting through no less than 5 times since my teenage years. It's a wonderful read, and given my love for Lynch's film version, the visualizations of the material are part his own, and part mine. It's a nice balance - what was once only Kyle McLaughlin that I saw as Paul, I'm now able to visualize him differently. This goes for a lot of what I've read. Yes, I'm indebted to Lynch's vision and it is my primary means of imagining the book, but since it's been a while that I've watched it, this nice amalgamation of past memory and my own interpretation is nice. I'll say that I will finish DUNE, and may look into the sequels in the future.

Blood Meridian has been picked up again. A chapter was read the other day, and I'll read another today most likely. It's a difficult work. Not as dense as I had initially thought when I began it (200 pages in now) but still a demanding read at points. McCarthy's description of the landscape is detailed with obscure names for flora and fauna - it's certainly interesting to read it this way, and I'd like to define each new plant or tree, but I'm not reading it this way. I'm enjoying it as is and not getting caught up in annotations or constant web searches. What is most important here is the story McCarthy is painting with these words. It's chugging along, stopping for bits of obscure, wretched violence, and then continuing on furthering the perception of The Judge and his crew. I have no idea where it's going, but I have difficulty remembering where it's been as well.

Blade Runner is back in the mind. Not that it ever leaves for very long. This time around: Deckard's footwear in the movie. I had recently ordered a pair of Adidas Stan Smiths (all black). After doing a bit of image searching in anticipation of their arrival, I came across an article http://media.bladezone.com/contents/film/production/props/costumes/deckard/shoes/deckards_shoes.html discussing Deckard's shoes. Very interesting. My preparations towards Blade Runner cosplay is nearing completion. < this is a lie.

I walked down to the edge of a shoreline last night. Low tide, and really slippery rocks. They made the most wonderful clacking sounds.

Look'a mah hair

It's so easy to neglect a blog. Then I remember it's as easy to neglect a blog, as anything else in life.

So, remember to remember and find what your most important important is. And tell them/it that.

They/it will appreciate it.

Explosions In The Sky played last night - we, all five us, went. They were tremendous. As Joe said "Those boys could stop on a dime" and he's right. They were ridiculously tight with their playing - and no ear plugs. They were loud as all hell, but really on a level that was manageable without being disappointing. All in all, they lived up to the years I've been wanting to see them.

In my hometown nonetheless.

Moss Jogger

Waking up and taking deep breaths. Breathing is more than an reflexive task he learns. Take deep breaths, take in the oxygen like it is keeping you alive. Do not be afraid to do so.

Garbage Thoughts

Woke up this morning a bit after 5:00 a.m. with wretched ideas and all manner of panic. Tried going back to sleep only to find more thoughts concerning the horrible and anxious; keeping sleep at bay. Star Trek was on - and it made me feel more anxious. I shut off the television and tried, with all the sand I could muster. It worked, but as soon as I drifted off, no longer conscious of being in that middle place between sleep and awake, it was time to wake up and get ready.

The ride in wasn't much better. Further thoughts of a distinct and unpleasant nature - more thoughts of how writing about such things would be just as bad.

Denim Warriors

Denim jeans act as a sort of urban armor - deflecting discomfort and easing problems that have revolved around myself, and the pants I've chosen to wore over the years.

I'd rather wear the same pair of Jeans every single day, until they disintergrate, than wear a new pair of uncomfortable new pair every day. And in fact, I do.

Of course, there are varying degrees of acceptance regarding this type of behavior. This oddly compulsive need to wear the same pants everyday. Most opinions being opposed to such an idea in what I would assume is a slant concerned with the politics of cleanliness.

Well, my jeans don't stank.

The Scribe Cathedral

Eben's pen had run out of ink. Amazing the amount he goes through in a day - but with the insistance of using these small ink bladders, it's no surprise. Especially since much more efficient measures had been discovered - the use of ink veins for instance.

Convenience and efficiency, yes. But not in Eptrovich Magpie's Scribeworks. In these halls, all is done with convenience and efficiency, but the kind that has become standard at such an establishment. Meaning the kind that has been deemed as such by Magpie himself. An old artform, using the most precise (and often times) ancient processes available.

The blue digital numbers flickered 12:12:12 in their square, leatherbound cube case on Eben's desktop. Getting near quitting time, best begin refill duties now while it's quiet and there's a good break between pages. The remaining pages of Keph's "An apology of the glitch: A recourse in the modern static movement" could wait until tomorrow. Eben began the intricate process of refilling the ink across the board of his 7 daily work pens. Removing the caps (taking special care of the glass cap of pen 3, the Philip L'amore Zeitgeist model)...

Here, after

The pulling sensation ends when the flesh stops resisting. It's proven. Ask Eben. He just let it go, and now he's back in the first grade celebrating that birthday party that meant so much to him. He'll swin in the ball pit a bit longer, and he won't be thinking about germs or how touching that roller ball on centipede might not be such a good idea. We'll allow Eben to flounder in his memories for a while, back to the matter at hand.

Resistance.

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As seems to happen every few months, I have a rabid desire to write Hellboy related fan fiction. There is an impressive amount of Hellboy universe fiction out there and published. Maybe this is the venue for doing such things.

Let's have a go.

Hellboy woke up confused and hungry. His last memory repeated itself in flashes of hazy recollection - a humongous, drooling maw kept trying to eat him, but he punched out all its teeth and made it whimper. Then he shot it.

See? It's easy and fun!

Insert Coin

I'll have a go at this again.

Current obsessions:

New Classic 80 gig iPod. It's replaced the 16 gig iPod touch that caused me numerous problems (over the course of the 3 different ones I'd had to exchange starting in late September of '07) and so far, so good. I really did like the touch. It was a great toy - good interface (which at times became a bit spotty sensitivity wise) and a really stellar screen. Too bad it was marred by too many problems (constant freezing, crashing, broken power button). The classic is a nice return to form - I didn't realize just how much I missed the click wheel functionality.

Blood Meridian - reading through Cormac McCarthy's Blood Meridian. After a false start or two, I've been able to get into this story. It's starting to round itself out in terms of character and execution. The Judge is an interesting bastard, and he seems to be able to read Bats; meaning, much like a soothsayer will read bones, tea leaves or entrails, the Judge reads bats. And by a scene I read last night, is able to communicate with them very well. This probably isn't actually occuring, but the writing is damn good to allow the reader to draw such theories, it's really not pulling at clouds either - what occurs between the Judge and these Bats flying out and over the desert really allows for said interpretation. And the violence seems to be ramping up (most reviews or mentions of the novel discuss it's epic violence, which thus far, hasn't been very epic. More scattered and unsuspected, but done with a key element of keeping with the grain of the story. Yes, vulgar and repulsive scenes have arisen, but I wouldn't call them unnecessary as some have; they do not take the reader out of the story at all, but make for them to read the bit over a time or two as McCarthy's language in these instances doesn't lose any of its density or obscurity that rides through most passages.

DS/PSP - I am still addicted to handheld gaming. Chupp's revolutionary EMUvement isn't helping matters any; in fact they're making it even worse! But in the best way possible. Long live SNATCHER and upcoming games of Mappy.