When one stops to smell the roses, thus delaying your trip to the parking garage by 30 seconds, your car then leaves the garage half a minute later than it otherwise would have, turns the corner half a minute later than it would have, reaches the intersection half a minute later than it would have, and fails to carry you directly into the path of the gasoline tanker with failed brakes and the horrible screaming fiery death that otherwise would have been yours. Your alive because you indulged a fanciful whim and sniffed a flower. Conversely there could be something on television tonight you desperately want to see, and you hurry to the garage, leave a few minutes early, turn the corner, breeze through the intersection, and end up positioned perfectly to be flattened/shredded under the rolling dump truck full of old farming implements and broken sheet glass. These things happen ALL THE TIME. The very fact that we can even grasp at the edges of this interplay between the possible and the actual, the probable and the likely, is enough to send a strong man into gibbering fits of hysteria.
That by itself is a less than easily digestible morsel, but when pointed out that it struck me while eating a Buffalo Chicken sub on my lunch break, it becomes just another piece of datum supporting my theory about relativistic snacking and its affects on the brain function of adolescent rhesus monkeys who like Sun Chips.
2.20.2009
2.13.2009
Pediatrists with Pedipalps
I've allowed this blog to sit idle too long blah blah blah. Forgive me blah blah blah.
Disclaimer and apology: check.
Last night: Concert. Up first was Ego Likeness, an acceptably heavy Industrialish Techno/Dance three person Electronca act. Following them was the mistake that is the band A.C.Slade (note: this is the lead singers name, and whenever he said this it was preempted by the phrase 'I am' and no reference to the band). Now, follow me here, I was unaware that Emo/Scene and Punk had ever crossed streams, and yet I was forced to let it make violently loud noise at me.
It was like Fugazi (a perfectly decent punk band in all respects) went into a hot topic and wholly consumed a rail-thin kid wearing his sisters cloths and buying a copy of Twilight with $2 bills and then shat out a band. Seriously.
A fresh beer and some off color banter with my compatriots, Adam and Dan, got us back in the proper mindset for our next act: Black Light Burns. I'm sure its been said before and will be again but GODDAMN does Mr Borland put on a good show. Energy. Craziness. Flying water bottles. An absurd handlebar mustache. An outfit straight out of Gangs of New York. It was good like DAMN.
The technical headliner of the evening was Combichrist. Abusively heavy Industrial basslines. Blindingly psychotic light show. The always fun Show Drummer (a favorite of Mr. Portier). IDM at its finest, had the whole place moving. It was great until the Niq got shaky and lightheaded and we decided to call it a night a few songs early. It was a moderately great show.
Today: Day One of Katsucon. Started the day by twisting my ankle pretty savagely before the drive to D.C. Stood in a predictably long line, an hour or so I'd guess. Not fun, but not overly taxing. First order of business was to visit Mookie and have him sign my badge (rapidly becoming a tradition). Bought a Totoro plush, a Domo-Kun tee, and an awesomely creepy vented leather and chrome mask. Lunch was partaken at the Maid Cafe. Mr Portier missed the bulk of the day, but he will be there all weekend. As I have to work almost all of Sat, I'll be missing that chunk of the Con. Ill be there to witness the close on Sun though.
Right well, that's that.
I'll post more on Sun.
Disclaimer and apology: check.
Last night: Concert. Up first was Ego Likeness, an acceptably heavy Industrialish Techno/Dance three person Electronca act. Following them was the mistake that is the band A.C.Slade (note: this is the lead singers name, and whenever he said this it was preempted by the phrase 'I am' and no reference to the band). Now, follow me here, I was unaware that Emo/Scene and Punk had ever crossed streams, and yet I was forced to let it make violently loud noise at me.
It was like Fugazi (a perfectly decent punk band in all respects) went into a hot topic and wholly consumed a rail-thin kid wearing his sisters cloths and buying a copy of Twilight with $2 bills and then shat out a band. Seriously.
A fresh beer and some off color banter with my compatriots, Adam and Dan, got us back in the proper mindset for our next act: Black Light Burns. I'm sure its been said before and will be again but GODDAMN does Mr Borland put on a good show. Energy. Craziness. Flying water bottles. An absurd handlebar mustache. An outfit straight out of Gangs of New York. It was good like DAMN.
The technical headliner of the evening was Combichrist. Abusively heavy Industrial basslines. Blindingly psychotic light show. The always fun Show Drummer (a favorite of Mr. Portier). IDM at its finest, had the whole place moving. It was great until the Niq got shaky and lightheaded and we decided to call it a night a few songs early. It was a moderately great show.
Today: Day One of Katsucon. Started the day by twisting my ankle pretty savagely before the drive to D.C. Stood in a predictably long line, an hour or so I'd guess. Not fun, but not overly taxing. First order of business was to visit Mookie and have him sign my badge (rapidly becoming a tradition). Bought a Totoro plush, a Domo-Kun tee, and an awesomely creepy vented leather and chrome mask. Lunch was partaken at the Maid Cafe. Mr Portier missed the bulk of the day, but he will be there all weekend. As I have to work almost all of Sat, I'll be missing that chunk of the Con. Ill be there to witness the close on Sun though.
Right well, that's that.
I'll post more on Sun.
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