Well- this turned out as expected. Getting back into the daily grind proves challenging right now. It took me three alarms until the sluggishness began. On the wattage side, it’s getting warmer here. Mother Sun seems to be peeking out more and more these days, and for longer. Some crackly, fucked-up, old white man ran into me today on the street. He looked confused; confused and defeated somehow. He apologized in a nano-second, and I told him not to worry about it.
So the President’s plan for stimulation seems unlikely to work well in the long run, but I’m still excited to get a $600 check from the Feds. And you know what? I’m probably going to save most of it. They want us to spend, spend, spend; tickle that economy like a sex organ. Maybe I’ll just tease a little. Spend around half or so. I’m being pushed into the direction of an XBox 360 by a certain crowd. I’m a little hesitant with the newer systems though. For 1) I don’t know which one I prefer (played all of them). Although, we do have a PS3 in this house, so I won’t be going that route. Isn’t this exactly how inflation soared to begin with though? Economics aren’t my forte by any means, but printing more money, and just giving it away doesn’t help in the LONG run. It’ll make the dollar more weak than it already is.
Four forms of international currency currently outweigh the US Dollar. With three or four nipping at its heels. The dollar is dying a slow death. Imagine its little green, paper thin body being mangled from the bottom up. Maybe the killer stops somewhere around the mid-section, and really takes her time. Out pours the green, running into the Pacific and Atlantic. Its thickness congests the oceans, rivers, seas, and lakes enough to stop the tankers in their tracks. And the guts spill in the form of commodities, resources, and power. It falls to its knees, shadowing the east. Then collapses over the entirety. DEAD. BEFORE. IMPACT. Meanwhile down on 66th St. somebody marks themselves with a tag on the far side of the building. And the world goes on without USD’s (probably better than ever).
As far as horror goes, why is it so hard to find some good horror shorts or novels? Movies, Comics, even Music, have long traditions of various horror. But I want some PROSE dammit! Horror prose. I know… Stephen King. But Stephen King stopped writing good horror by the start of the 90s. The Stand can’t even come close to matching The Shining for a reason. That reason = Drugs. King used to take acid with his friends and go watch movies, drive, explore, listen to music, all the time. Apparently they loved 2001. No doubt he continued usage into his career, but I suppose everyone gets too old for that shit. Besides Syd Barrett of course. Whom we all miss very much. He started that monster Floyd, Gilmour and Waters perfected it. Syd’s usage destroyed him. But anyone who trips regularly on stage is, needless to say, walking a fine line. Coincidentally, Dave Gilmour’s probably my second favorite guitar player. If subtlety played guitar, it’d look, walk, and talk like Dave.
A friend of mine spoke very highly this weekend of Thievery Corporation, a electronic outfit out of Washington DC. I’d heard of them previously, but never gave them much thought. It’d be hard to get into that sort of thing now though. As I’ve had my brushes with Electronica (I like it a lot; probably as much as blues), the phase I’m in now is a stubborn little prick though. Maybe my second helping of the Giraffes will powerfully end it. Not putting the nail in the coffin, more like: pushing the board game to the back of the hall closet. So that the next time it comes out, everyone’s ready to play some fuckin’ “Stratego”.
I used to play this AWESOME board game, a role-player, called “Hero Quest”. Check this article out. It talks about how this was the ultimate dungeon crawler board game. The full games are going on eBay for around $150 now. Hmm. I didn’t remember this little tidbit, but apparently the “Quest Master”s name was “Zargon”, which sounds more Sci-Fi-ish than Fantasy-ish. The ruler of a planet, not an evil sorcerer. Another game I loved back in the day: X-Men Alert! Holy, that shit was cool. It featured a rather impressive group of playable mutants, each with their own very well rendered model. The biggies were there: Storm, Cyke, Logan, Iceman. But some obscure characters made the cut: Cable!, Psylocke, Kitty Pryde, Havok, Banshee, Archangel. Archangel and Cable both kick a lot of ass. The game allowed one to build small teams of mutants to take on villains (including the Shi’ar Gladiator); which is really how any X-Men game should be. Video, board, etc.
The entire X-Men concept is very much a TEAM concept. This isn’t Superman, Daredevil, Batman, or anything like that. These are people who find a common bond among each other, no matter how much they hate one another. Rich Johnston, over at CBR, was given a copy (I’d assume by Warren) of Warren Ellis’ first X-Men script recently, and it does sound intriguing. A permanent residence in San Fransisco? Applying existing technology? Word.
I turned into a complete jackass this weekend. A trip to Hennessy Vista ended in a mistake. The distance grew from Her, and now I’m trying to pick up the pieces. I’m such an idiot though; I’m hurting myself just as much. And with that comes literally hurting myself, which probably isn’t good at all. I’m trying though. Yeah, I am. Don’t wanna lose this one. Woah, going from almost anything to Reel Big Fish is really weird, but from MF Doom especially. Doom should be releasing a record this year. Hopefully under his MF Doom guise. Another concept album from him probably wouldn’t hurt the upcoming year in music. Gotta get some sleep tonight. And SNL still sucks balls.