I don’t know why it’s stuck in my head, but it is.
We hope.
That you choke.
That you chooooOOOOoooke.
Something like that, right?
Target: 1300 words
Written: 1051 words, novel: Bad Neighbours
Read: Memories Of The Future, Vol. 1, Wil Wheaton
Comics: Brigade 4, Brigade v2 1-2, Youngblood 5
Music: Warped Tour (Camden, NJ), Sublime (it's bootleg season, if you care)Where does it go? Does it happen for other people?
Sorry, it’s really distracting to try and write while exhausted and while Sabrina Carpenter is signing about another woman tasting her pussy on her boyfriend’s lips.
I mean, I know she means it in a mean-spirited way, haha, motherfucker, your man goes down on someone not you, you get the leftover taste, but still.
I guess this is the modern equivalent of lipstick on a collar or the scent of someone else’s perfume on your shirt?
Pussy mouth?
This is a wonderful world, isn’t it?
Target: 1300 words
Written: 907 words, novel: Bad Neighbours
Read: Captain Paul, Alexandre Dumas
Comics: Tomb Raider 30-32, Tomb Raider: Epiphany 1
Music: Experience The Divine, Bette Midler (because I hate myself, apparently)I mean, I had fun, but I wanted it to be so much better. The others were going on about how great the guy was, but I found the band super loose, and the singer was mucking up lyrics (and moving around entire verses) wholesale.
I’m not sure the hangover is worth that.
Sorry, dude, Gord Downie, you ain’t.
Target: 1300 words
Written: 1127 words, novel: Bad Neighbours
Read: Magician: Apprentice, Raymond Feist
Comics: Napalm Lullaby 5-6, The Sacrificers 10, Grommets 3
Music: Everlong, Foo Fights (like, three separate singles - I'm mildly obsessed)It happens all the time (there’s a bathroom on the right, anyone?)
The worst one I can think, for myself, was my confusion (and when it comes on the radio I still hear it) over Poker Face by Lady Gaga.
I mean, I know, ostensibly, that she’s saying P-P-P-Poker Face, but no matter how many times it comes on, or how hard I listen, it still sounds like F-F-F-Fuck Her Face.
And that’s not a slight, even though I think Lady Gaga is vastly overrated. It’s just how it comes across, every time.
No matter how much I try, how I tell myself what it actually is, it still sounds the same.
We hear what we want to hear, I guess?
Target: 1300 words
Written: 1146 words, novel: Bad Neighbours
Read: The Grass Is Singing, Doris Lessing (it's keeping my interest, but man, so bleak)
Comics: Seven To Eternity 8-9, Low 19, Deadly Class 30
Music: Empty Glass, Pete Townshend (tell me about it)Heeeyyy baaaby,,, it’s the ffifth of jullllyyyyyyyy!
Something about Mexican children and fireworks.
Thanks, X.
Target: 1200 words
Written: 1095 words, novel: Bad Neighbours
Read: Agent To The Stars, John Scalzi
Comics: Deadly Class 13-14, Black Science 15, Low 7
Music: Elephant, The White StripesAnd now, Brian Wilson?
Goddamnit.
Sly Stone I could take because I don’t have a lot of connection there, but I’ve been listening to Brian Wilson and the Beach Boys as long as I can remember (fuck Mike Love). We even saw them in concert when they (meaning Mike Love and a bunch of randoms) came to play at the bandstand in Tecumseh Park.
It was nice.
The innocence of it all hiding the troubled mind in behind… wouldn’t it be better if Brian had sang what he wanted? If he’d sang about his pain.
Wouldn’t it be nice?
For Brian Wilson to be still alive.
Target: 1200 words
Written: 798 words, novel: Bad Neighbours
Read: Ender's Game, Orson Scott Card
Comics: Aspen Universe: Decimation 0, Fathom v6 5-7
Music: Early Trax, MinistrySly Stone dies and my sister lives another year. Good for her.
Not that she shouldn’t live another year. Like all the people I love, I hope she lives until I die, at least. After that, well, I hope for her sake she lives a long time, but hell, I’ll be dead. What would it matter to me?
Then again, there’s always reincarnation. Maybe I’ll come back as a vibrator.
Assuming I’m bought by a Hollywood starlet, that’d be cool, I guess.
Or a carrier of the Republican virus, in that it only targets individuals who voted Republican, and rewires their brains to be permanently set on Mr. Rogers.
Now, wouldn’t that be a nice cleanse?
Sometimes, I think the stars aligned and decided: there is something truly, profoundly wrong with this guy.
Target: 1200 words
Written: 1715 words, novel: Bad Neighbours
Read: Ender's Game, Orson Scott Card
Comics: Fathom v6 1-4
Music: Eagles Essentials, The EaglesI’m not really sure what that means other than a continued reaffirmation of the cycle of life and death, or the misconception that I had that he was already dead.
Not that I’m the biggest fan of the Family Stone, but there was some good stuff.
Death in obscurity; life in obscurity.
Death in Cheers; everyone knows your name; in life, as well.
Which end of the scale? Do we all forget Angela Cartwright and her sister? Do you know her sister’s name?
Who ran IBM in the Seventies? Who stood in front of the tanks?
Whatever happened to P.J. Soles?
There’s a strong chance I’m losing it; obscurity within the family unit has me lost.
Target: 1200 words
Written: 1510 words, novel: Bad Neighbours
Read: Blackbirds, Chuck Wendig
Comics: Aspen Universe: Revelations 2-5
Music: Izitso, Cat StevensIt’s been two days and I can’t get this song out of my head.
That, and Pink Pony Club.
Make it stop. Make it stop.
Target: 1200 words
Written: 1837 words, novel: Bad Neighbours
Read: The Pilgrim's Regress, C.S. Lewis (more like The Pilgrim's Snorefest, am I right?)
Comics: Fathom: Kiani v4 1-3, The Four Points 1
Music: It's The New Style/Paul Revere, Beastie BoysI forgot how much I enjoy a good concert.
The shared experience, even if the music isn’t necessarily your style; it’s special. As much of an introvert who hates crowds as I am, I appreciated the experience.
The girls loved it.
And good for Avril; she put on a good show, if a bit low energy.
Anyway, it’s fun to get lost in a wall of sound.
I should like to do it more often.
Target: 1200 words
Written: 825 words, novel: Bad Neighbours
Read: The Pilgrim's Regress, C.S. Lewis
Comics: Fathom: Kiani v3 2-4, Fathom: Annual 1
Music: It's Only Rock 'n' Roll, The Rolling Stones