010: A Binary Entry...

Notice how my post numbers are three digits long? (Ex: 010 instead of just 10.) You could see this as optimistic, in a sense. I'm expecting that I will create so many posts that the leading zero becomes a necessary integer and not just MORE wasted pixels... (I'm not very Pixel-Conservationist-Conscious, am I...)

I wonder how hard it would be to do an online radio station. Technically, being a college student, I should be doing homework right now, not trying to decide if I can somehow broadcast music over the internet. (...Or posting to a blog, or spending time working on the outline for a screenplay... All ridiculously time consuming activities that I'm foolish enough to assume are worth getting behind in my homework to accomplish...) But still, I would love for you people (both of you) to be able to hear what I'm hearing while I'm typing. Like right now "What Do All the People Know" by The Monroes is rolling around in my headphones. And before that was "Release the Bats" by The Birthday Party, "My Blood" by Protein, "The Great Divide" by Portion Control, "Midnight" by Yaz, "Message to My Girl" by Split Enz, "Healthy Body" by Operation Ivy, "Tired of Waking Up Tired" by The Diodes, etc., etc; and, while I'm typing this, The Monroes has just ended and "Need More Time" by Epoxies has come on...

For me this is wonderful music, creating a certain atmosphere while I type, influencing my mood, making me smile and nod my head... But for you, these are (more than likely) just funny names for songs by ridiculously named bands (unless, by some bizarre twist of fate you happen to have the same music collection as I have and know all these songs as well.) (By the way, "Bridge? What Bridge?" by Gary Numan is playing now.) If I had some way of making the music play in the background while people read my blog then... that would be cool... (Although I don't know if I'd KEEP all of my readers... My tastes in music have been called, as politely as can be, terrible... You can agree or not, if you know the music... It won't hurt my feelings; my programmer forget to include those in my programming...That's ok; feelings are for dummy-heads!) Back to the thing I was saying before...

If I figure out some way to BROADCAST my favorite tunes over the web I'll post a note on the old BLOG and let you know so you can check it out and hear for yourself what The Birthday Party sounds like. Maybe I'll look into a LIVE365 station, or see what that button on my MusicMatch Jukebox that says "Create Radio Station from Playlist" does... After I finish my homework, I'll mess around with that a bit... (Now "Mmm Skyscraper I Love You" by Underworld is on...) But probably not tonight...

And, on that note, I'm giving up and shutting down... YO!

009: I can't believe 007 went by and I didn't make a BOND remark... I'm slipping...

Hopefully the pointless title to this entry will give everyone a hint that I'm not intending to talk about anything in particular here. I just have the computer on and I feel like typing for a bit...

Hope you don't mind...

(In other words: If you are looking for a profound reading experience with political and philosophical depth and life changing propositions or information... then you've already stopped reading and moved on... Good for you. Life is too short to waste on trivialities and errata...)

(OR IS IT???)

Let's look at it this way: Life rolls along doing it's progressing-towards-the-destruction-of-the-universe thing whether I'm reading deep, philosophical tracts by Freddy Nietzsche, drinking a lovely cocktail of rum and no-doze, picking my nose, or watching old FRIENDS reruns (although I wouldn't recommend that last one...) You and I, the two of us, are riding the hot rails towards the end of time. Eventually (or sooner, if the big W has his way) humans will cease to be a viable species on this planet and all the giant bugs that control access to the University Libraries of the future world will be hard pressed to find even a footnote about any of us, accept for the pictures of the fossilized remains of a few drunk teenagers who crash their car into the La Brea Tar Pits... Good deeds, bad deeds, deeply held beliefs, pointless piddling away of precious moments, all of these things, which we worry about so much, will be of equal value to the future generations of cockroach anthropologists digging around in the ruins of old malls looking for evidence of religious beliefs and economic status (if those bugs find humans an interesting enough topic to bother having scientists around whose job is studying our artifacts and remains...)

And this scenario only counts until the sun goes out and sucks the entire solar system into the cosmic equivalent of a leaky garbage disposal. (Thanks, Dr. Hawking, for blowing everybody's plans to hop into a black hole and enter another dimension... How in the hell are we supposed to get to another dimension now???)

What was the point of all this typing again??? OH, that's right... I didn't have a point... Well, there! Mission accomplished...

008: Post Interview Stress Disorder...

Now that I've done the newspaper interview with that nice young man, Tony Lystra, I suppose it would be prudent to update my blog a bit...

I took a considerable intellectual vacation over the hollowday-season, burn out from a rough semester, but I'm now rejuvenated and ready to spread my own particular brand of chaotic what-not throughout the cyberspace universe... (I wonder; is the cyberspace domain expanding at the same rate as the physical universe??? I'm not science savvy enough to measure that... and besides, I think my tool is broken...)

Ho, ho, ho... (Comedy is difficult.)

Well, my plan, now that I'm expecting a massive influx of new readers (the ranks might swell to somewhere around 15 or 20!!! Not per day, but total... BUT THAT'S STILL A LOT FOR ME!!!!) I need to introduce some new features. My plan is to go through some of the dozens of journals that I have stacked in piles in my sleep-chamber and oozing basement and pluck gingerly from them some of the most interesting materials in my past then display them, exhibitionist style, for all the world to see. Like a free ride through a broken person's subconscious... Buckle up, and keep your hands and arms inside the blog at all times. Brave Raideen Enterprises is not responsible for any injury or creeped-outedness you might experience in the coming entries. If you have a heart condition or experience nausia in supermarkets contact your doctor. Over and out!