stream of thought

Not too much on my mind now. Second load of DLC comes out for Megaman 9 today. Went 'drivin' that train' this weekend. Come down is hard, but I had the tools to cut it down.

Cabin-feverish a bit. Too much time at home. I don't want to go out drinking, but there's not much else to do. Maybe I'll go take in a movie this week. Unlikely, even as typed it, I thought of better uses for the money. I guess I'm a cheap-ass.

Gas went down, almost to a dollar a litre. Maybe I'll go drive around aimlessly for a while listening to CBC. I'm hungry. I burned my hand this weekend making breakfast. Grease-splash. Ouch. Drain the bacon grease before you put the eggs in.

So what am I doing these days? Well, I guess I'd say not much if prompted. I'm slowly paying down a credit line. I'm controlling my addictions(somewhat). I'm playing video games, watching tv and movies, trying to read but easily distracted. Working, I guess you'd say part-time, but it feels like more than that.

I hate when I try to talk about something, and the person I'm talking to starts talking to the dog or someone else or something. I just think, well shit, why do I even bother. I'll keep my interesting knowledge to myself. Good way to get murdered; don't share useful information.

Just because it sounds right or I say it with authority, doesn't mean it's true. Like correlation and causation; you might think you know what's going on, and come to find there's another variable you hadn't even considered. Hard to make a rule that takes into account exceptions. Not much of a rule really. "More of a guide-line really". Pirates.

And then they have the nerve to call data-copying 'piracy'. Like if we took a picture of a 21st century software-pirate and juxtaposed it with a high-seas gun-boat pirate, like those fuckers that stole a boat full of weapons in Indonesia. Now, tell me, why do we even bother with software pirates, when people with guns are stealing boats full of deadly weapons(link)? Why do we even use the same word to describe them? Is a stolen copy of windows going to hurt anyone? How about a burned-dvd? No? The artists must be traumatized when we take their work, is that it?

When a pirate takes your boat, and leaves you in the water to die, that is a serious crime. When Microsoft or Sony/BMG doesn't get their cut on a few bits of data that enter your home via a service you pay for every month, that is not even worthy of note.

Why does radio suck? Because the major recording labels bought the big stations and use them as twenty-four hour a day commercials for their products. 'An astral-media radio presentation'.

Maybe I just ask too many questions. Curiosity killed the cat, so they say. They also say cats of nine lives though, so, maybe they ought to be curious. Cats have 9 lives, like Megaman when he's full strength. Any video game with only one digit for lives actually. Probably no connection, but still interesting to note. "Cats have nine lives" might now mean something akin to "Cats are fully equipped" or "Cats can hack through the code"(allowing them to start with 9 lives). Old saying with a new meaning. "This cat, has nine lives".

Imagine if you had to use a regular encyclopedia instead of wikipedia. I don't know about you folks, but I look something up about ten times a day, and sometimes end up reading many many more articles in a single visit. Maybe I exaggerate, but not much. Would I bother to learn the truth if it required more work? Probably not as often.

Work day is done, time to smoke some fun.
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Thought Songs, Bad Ideas,

My thoughts fade in and out. Drifting from fiction to physics to fucking and food. No focus, like a radio station just out of range. If I listen hard, I can make out what I'm hearing, and if I know it, I can hum along. But if it's unfamiliar, it's like listening to charlie brown's teacher sing. Sometimes it sounds like one song, and I'm humming along, then all of a sudden, I can clearly hear that I'm singing the wrong song. The song I thought I knew, thought I was listening to, isn't being played. In fact, another song, one that I know and know that I dislike is playing. Like a radio, I dial away, searching for a song I can handle. A song that doesn't sound fake, like a slapped together commercial for an album that probably sucks. Not a psychotic sound like an airplane suddenly losing its wings and falling like a rock, speed metal, it really makes me anxious. Even then, time and place. Don't want to find yourself in a top 40 situation humming a psychedelic robot trip. You'll find you stand out. Doesn't mean you can't indulge in some spacey thought trains on your own time. Then again, is it better to be accommodating of others, or true to your own musical taste? I guess it's nice to be considerate. Don't blare the scariest satanic shit you have when you religious uncle comes to visit. Forcibly exposing people to songs or ideas they aren't in a state of mind to enjoy isn't a good idea. Especially if you want them to give your stuff a listen.

Sometimes, you need to jam with someone, to introduce elements of your influence to their own. Like when you can't stand their music, and the feeling is mutual, then break it down. Find common ground. Everyone likes to keep time. Ebb and flow are elements of so many things, songs included. A thought train has a flow to it, picking up momentum as pieces connect, pulling more and more in, like gravity, until you've got insight, inspiration, exhilaration, an idea or concept, firmly rooted in your mind. Ideas, like songs, fade over time if not revisited. They become more and more obscure, until all that remains with you, is the framework, the message, the beat, the chorus. If you revisit an old idea, like an old song, it may seem inviting at first, the familiar often is, but you will quickly remember why you put it away. You can pick apart songs and ideas until you find something of merit, but the time might be better spent jamming out something new. Just go from the whole of your understanding, let your mind flow. Damn earworms. Easier said than done.

(Something fun to try; syncing your thoughts with songs. Whole different show.)

Satisfaction, I can't get no. I imagine a battle of wills fought with music at the height of psychedelic delirium. That space between reality and dreams, where anything is possible, but nothing ever really happens. Because it isn't real, it has no time, no place. It is outside reality.

The station is drifting now, to a hum along song, it fades out. I'm going to turn off the radio, before another song starts. Don't listen to bad music, if you can help it, and share good music whenever you can, or at least whenever you have a receptive audience. And don't take anything you read on someone else's blog too seriously. Especially here. \m/