well i guess i've gone and done it then... what with all the facebookery going on, i am quite contentedly distracted. i am still on occasion given to ramble on about nothing in particular... like right now -- i'm enjoying the head-banging spittle-slinging fine hard-edged beat of "Disco Punks On Jolt" by BlueStalhi. cannot ask for a better sweet slippery sashaying sideways sleek and slamming kind of sound in industrial. to bret, who is blue stahli, i thank you. anyway ... maybe i need to reinvent my internet self. lots of interesting things happen on the internet.

that's all for now. cheers.
(typed that period as the final bass drum hit in "The Perfect Heist" fell; in internet it'd be . (TA-DUN)

I'm weighing the pros and cons of starting a dream blog. I've had some pretty crazy vivid ones lately -- this past night I knew I had to find my pale counterpart (think let the right one in) and ride the skycab to places unknown where earth would grow again and had grown in the past.

I've also never cut someone's tongue out before.

There was a scene where my fellow detective and I ran and she got in the car but I had to go back and check something... forget what, it was dream-pacing, horror-movie-filler reasoning. I had this knife and I said I'd go and come back and when I came back I'd knock three times fast, then three times slow. So I'm in this parking garage with this knife and clearly nothing makes sense (partner in car, can easily get away) but I'm meant to kill this person and it was all part of some long deeply detailed revenge plot with the detectives and me, you know, you kill a cop, you're gonna get revenge -- one of those kind of deals. but the way it went down was pretty fucking sick and woke up from the dream (still in the dream) and went to rent the movie of the things i'd just done. it was out, of course. but it was some kind of Macabre Mystery Extravaganza! line of videos.

So was I a killer or a cop or a detective or maybe the guy with the boom mic?

Tune in tomorrow for the rest of Damian's nightly dream features!

so today's plan was to go see alice in wonderland with theoldoak at 1-something. we got started a little late and decided to scrap the moviegoing plan and head out toward walmart and magic castle so he could develop some film and we could score beedubs for lunch instead of max & erma's.

there was much tasty face-stuffage, though we did not score a booth with a game box, which was just as well in the end, as that money was spent elsewhere: we went to rollandia/magic castle and played miniature golf for $2 off because it's still their off season. i got the feeling we were probably the first person to play on that course this calendar year! hilarity ensued and by the end of the game i was pretty sure i'd won... i tallied up the score and found mine to be 62; theoldoak started laughing and said "i bet i wind up with 63!" ... and he was right. i even made him check my math. highly entertaining -- damian conquers minigolf by one stroke!

then we went inside and browsed arcade games. since we both suck at skeeball we went upstairs and had at the ddr supernova machine that's up there and had some super stomping fun. no AA's, but good enough to get name entry twice for me. my sorry ass was sandbagging down to light after i wiped myself out with a few 6-foot standard songs. it's been too long since i actually got my feet involved in this game.

on the plus side, it looks like all the stepmania has really helped my accuracy... next time, however, i will not play wearing heavy goth boots or baggy bondage pants. whew! (if i'd know we would end up there and not in a movie theatre, i would've dressed accordingly, see?)

next week: tennis or badminton, but probably back to the arcade if it's going to rain for the next 10 days like it's supposed to.

oh! and i bought a new hat. a black fedora. not really remarkable, but it kept the sun out of my eyes while we putted and probably kept my big nose from getting sunburned. :)

long day full of physical activity has made me naturally tired. this is a good thing. i'm going to watch where the wild things are and head to bed a little early. have to get up and work my funky schedule today.

cheers.

...so i came home tonight early (got e-time) and was grateful for it, as it seems i'm getting whatever head/chest cold mum brought home -- coughing and hacking and snuffling and generally being miserable. i've taken some zicam and tylenol sinus to dilute the feeling that someone's spread napalm throughout my forehead and sinuses, but it's not really doing a great job of it.

my recourse when stressed or when i need to relax is to play stepmania. it's nonalcoholic and generally does the trick. my goal at the moment is to AAA every single goddamn song in my ddr extreme set. so far, so good -- but apparently i was either so relaxed or so spaced out that i managed to fucking AAAA a 7-foot heavy song. this will be, for the record, my second AAAA ever. i think the one before was on a light song because i could ensure that with only 72 something steps i could get them all "marvelous." marvelous timing is both a bitch and a blessing, as there are some songs i AA'd before i turned it on that are hard to beat score-wise... i'll have like 99% marvelous and then a couple perfects and it'll sabotage me. it's insane.

but whatever. so the AAAA is on "look to the sky (system sf mix)" in extreme. i like the song well enough to listen to but it gave me trouble feet-wise when playing it IRL... ergo the AAAA is something of a surprise. AND YES, I HAVE PHOTOGRAPHIC PROOF.

...i mean, omgwtf. what kind of insanely subconsciously pre-programmed god am i to achieve this kind of shit without even trying??

oh yeah! speaking of photographs, i broke down and bought a cheap digital camera. i was in walmart and didn't want to just get some $20 crap camera, but i also wasn't ready to spend $90 on something, so i compromised and bought a $40 camera that seems to function as well as my old fujifilm did... ALMOST being the key word here.

anyway, that's my story for the night. post-dated new camera update, and tonight's insane AAAA achievement.

GO ME.

so i've lapsed a little with regards to my return-to-lj commitment. i think you can blame the actual writing, the reading, and the acquisition of a new friend: a blue-tailed skink (possibly a rainbow skink.)

since my coworker mary jones decided she and her family will save money by flying to florida instead of driving, her promise to catch some lizards for me and bring them back was in jeopardy. rather than feel like she was going to let me down, she went and bought me a tank, a heat lamp, some cage liner, a water dish, 20 live crickets for the crunching, and a uvb light. oh, and a very squirmy skink. apparently they had to chase it down the pet store aisle with a net.

he's still a little squirmy, but i think that may be due to shedding. he didn't mind being held for a bit once he got settled in. now he's done peeling and looking bluer than ever. very shiny. very alert, and very much done with his second batch of crickets. guess i'd better open the can of meal worms...

naming the skink was a bit of a pain. i started out with claire in mind, hoping it was a girl (like claire bennett from heroes)... changed my mind. theoldoak suggested godsuki (a small godzilla?) because the skink had a habit of throwing his makeshift houses around, and i was going with tommy-ray the death boy (from clive barker's great and secret show) for similar reasons. then i woke up to strange patta-patta-patter-patta-patter sound the other night and found him pinwheeling his stubby little arms trying to get onto his house.

temporary name: pinwheel.

any other suggestions? still trying to find the perfect fit. never figured a lizard would be so difficult to name. unlike cats they don't immediately put their personalities on display. my lizard is something of a cliff-diving semi-retarded maniac whose recent feats include somehow playing spiderman on the mesh cage topper.

fiji mermaid monkey lizard feats not enough for ya? he did it two more times just to show me he could, each time hopping down and looking innocent the moment he saw i was on to his game. "who me? brilliant escape artist? nah!"

suuure. now shut up and eat your crickets.

sometimes i wonder if what i do,
say,
think,
hope,
scream,
draw,
imagine,
dream,
sculpt,
enact,
and
write is original.

chances are it's not. nothing is really original. and while sometimes that thought might be crushing and depressing, equally as often it is a comfort to know that with more than six billion people on the planet, someone somewhere somewhen has probably had the thought that you are having, or something like it.

but those are just the everyday thoughts... like "i want more sleep" or "i have to pee."

thought... power...

if thoughts powered the world then maybe we could all have skins like mood rings, and we'd glow with l.e.d. lights representing our thoughts and feelings and be read like books left open on a glasstop super perfect table... assimilated and comprehended at a glance and later probed for depths...

...

...

damian takes -2 damage for trailing ellipses.

extraordinary.

NOT.

"This year, I have committed more faults than ever before and I have never been a better person."

-- Victor Hugo, in a letter to Victor Pavie from July 25, 1833.


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wow. amasing weather we've had this year – only one day over 90º this summer and such consistently warm weather this fall. i rather like it. windy days give me a great excuse to wear my long coats and enjoy swooping around in the dark. mua ha ha. just wish we didn't have this problem with the leak in the roof.

been a long time since i've posted. i know. well... blue hair's gone. blonde now. kinda enjoy rockin' the draco malfoy look.

there's mostly been work. engaged in good rp. watching a lot of shows, both via download and on hulu. particularly hooked on 'defying gravity' and 'sons of anarchy,' but i haven't watched any ncis this season. shame on me. 'castle' is still good though. i'm glad the cancellation rumour wasn't true!

so... gearing up for nanowrimo. bought my favourite pens. ready to go!

happy halloween and see you around. :)

days on the sobriety train: 19 and counting.

i did the math and something wasn't right. i was spending more time drinking than writing. i decided after my birthday that that had to change, but i made it official may 1st. gave away the liquor. put away what i couldn't give away. there'll be no more of the glorious time-wasting involved with getting shitfaced twice a week like i was doing. i guess the most i'll have now is a glass of wine, and even then i'll be keeping that to a minimum.

next step: quit smoking.

c'mon. you can't expect me to give up my two biggest vices in the same month. get a grip.

currently: doing better with diet. haven't had fast food in the month of may. making more sandwiches and baking more things at home and throwing in a few slimfast shakes. feels good to be under 200 lbs again.

ALSO. thinking realistically now about getting a small house for myself. there are some pretty good deals on rentals out there right now, and it'd be nice to have a two or three bdrm house to myself – especially since it'd probably be costing me less than a 2 bdrm apartment (where i'd have to worry about turning my music down at night, when i am most active. fuggeddabouddit.)

so there's the real news. maybe now that my brain'll no longer be getting pickled twice a week, i'll have more to say and get back to using lj the way i used to.

conclusion: better late than never. goodbye, gin, rum, and vodka. rest well, johnny walker, my friend. i bury my bombay sapphires; out of sight, out of mind.

and if that's too cheerful for you, just remember - somewhere, right now, some junkie is writhing in withdrawal, some government official is abusing the power of his office, some religious leader is masturbating, and some dumb hooker is singing joan jett while self-aborting to the death rattle of a random odd endangered species in africa, the low screaming keen of which probably sounds like that first supersonic whine as the dentist's drill powers on. :)