Home. Back now. Sleep soon

Suzanne Vega - [Language]--- I'm home. The trip was good. Hectic. Good.

mech_angel's family seems to like me well enough.

Tired now. Up since 6.25am.

Remember: Indie is what happens when irony takes itself too seriously.

Night.

You know "I apologise" is a performative utterance?

Tom Waits - [Please Wake Me Up]--- Dreams about giving a mobster a Valentine, something about CDs that I couldn't find anywhere but Best Buy, and the final part about a Quantum Leap where I was Sam, and we leaped into an alternate dimension, where white people weren't allowed to touch black people, and blacks could sue, and arrest the white. Whites were mostly homeless. I was there to spread equality. Also, I looked like me, and was still in Sam's head, and we saw people I knew from Highschool, who didn't recognise me, in this dimension. They said I looked like a skinny [Some Famous Person], and I picked one of them up, to show her, and that's when I found out about the craziness.

Last night, when my mother was driving me back from my picking her up at the airport, we saw an owl swoop down, into the median.Saw it swoop, then saw it staring at us. (Tom Waits - [More Than Rain]). It was a damned interesting thing to see.

For Christmas:

mech_angel got me greygirlbeast's To Charles Fort, With Love, Ray Kurzweil's Fantastic Voyage: Live Long Enough to Live Forever

Mother gave me a sketch book, and the West Wing season 4 DVD set.

Tom Waits - [Telephone Call From Istanbul]--- Grandfather gave me cash and a card.

My mother's sister and my cousin gave me cash and a card.

My sisters and nephew gave me a radio transmitter for CD or MP3, and a Barnes& Noble gift card.

My father gave me and mech_angel a ride to and from Philadelphia.

My father's sister gave me cash.

My grandmother gave me pajamas.

Pearl Jam - [Daughter]--- My great aunt and her two daughters all gave me checks.

momentai gave me a four pack of Flying Dog's Gonzo Imperial Porter {and an Awesome Autographed Ralph Stedman Print of Hunter S. Thompson.}

I have enjoyed every one of these gufts, except one (because I don't go past B&N that often), since receiving them.
Meeting mech_angel's family, and her meeting mine was the kind of embarassingly formative experience every serious relationship needs, and I we both feel the better for it, i do believe. This has been an awesome Christmas, all the way around .

Pearl Jam - [Rearviewmirror]--- I've tracked back through all of your entires, for the past few days (125 entries back on the friends page), so I'm fairly caught up with what's on with you. Will comment, as new entries arrive, and ellicit response.

Monday and yesterday, I bought myself three CDs (Suzanne Vega "Solitude Standing", Pearl Jam "Vs.", Tom Waits "Frank's Wild Years") and some comics (HellBlazer, NYC Mech, and Indigo Vertigo), the latter of which I was unable to find upon my last inspection of my local comic purveyor. Now, after my asking, they have it. (Suzanne Vega - [Solitude Standing]). Today's lesson? If you want something, just ask.

Or some shit like that.

I'm out.

Need to get on that patent... and drink licensing.

Tom Waits - [I'll Be Gone]--- Things that suck: Not being able to defend the things you create, without sounding like a tool. Other people taking credit for your shit (or having the ability to). You creations becoming famous, while you remain in obscurity.

Fucking hell, people, it was a four-person group effort, with attendants standing, over many and various parties. But, initially, it was the four of us.

Pearl Jam - [Leash]--- Grr. Arg.

Apologies are better than sorrows.

When people tell you they're sorry, you have no way of knowing if they mean it, if they're sincere, and if you're reallypissed, chances are you won't believe them, anyway. It means a lot when it's true, but it's so muddled with interpretive action as to be nearly meaningless, save sentimentality.

Also, "sorry" indicates regret. I'm very rarely sorry for something i've done intentionally.

I prefer the phrase "I Apologise." You can't lie when you say it, and it does what it says. I will apologise for hurting your feelings or your physicality, calling you out, insulting you, but i'm probably not sorry I did it.

Why should I lie?

This has been brought to you by nothing in particular, save thoughts rambling through my head...