This is my favourite time of year. The cold, the rain, the unsettled sky the colour of faded denim--all this plus picking wet leaves off the soles of my boots before coming inside.
Woke up at six in the morning after falling asleep at three thirty--got out of bed at seven. Made coffee and smoked cigarettes and read the news. Sweeney Todd, the Demon Kitty of Taylor Ave decided to crash out on my lap while Queen Isis mewed at her empty food dish. I'm sure I'll miss the sleep I might have had if I'd stayed in bed and forced my eyes to stay closed--but really, will I miss it as much as I've enjoyed this morning?
Somehow, I doubt it.
Steph and I checked out Monkey Unit? at the Elephant's Nest the other night. A couple of pictures have been posted for your enjoyment. My personal favourite is J.D. doing the robo
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The band is a good time if you're looking for mid-to-late ninties modern rock covers. Not my thing but they're all swell dudes and they do what the do well. And hearing songs I heard on the radio and disdained when I was a fifteen year old punk kid make me smile now.
After the show we had taquitos and Pepsi, went up to J.D.'s apartment where he and I drunkenly discussed our writing over whiskey and water while Steph and Pike wrought audio havoc, playing the new Metallica album.
What does a writer who can't write do? He blogs the tedium of his daily life. What good is he? Not much, I suspect. But it might just get the old fire burning... if he can sustain the heat.
The ninth rule in the Thinking Person's Guide to Suicide is as follows:
Do what you do, suck it up and force yourself through. If you haven't tried you can't give up. (Anyone noticing a theme in these rules yet?)
Woke up at six in the morning after falling asleep at three thirty--got out of bed at seven. Made coffee and smoked cigarettes and read the news. Sweeney Todd, the Demon Kitty of Taylor Ave decided to crash out on my lap while Queen Isis mewed at her empty food dish. I'm sure I'll miss the sleep I might have had if I'd stayed in bed and forced my eyes to stay closed--but really, will I miss it as much as I've enjoyed this morning?
Somehow, I doubt it.
Steph and I checked out Monkey Unit? at the Elephant's Nest the other night. A couple of pictures have been posted for your enjoyment. My personal favourite is J.D. doing the robo
t.The band is a good time if you're looking for mid-to-late ninties modern rock covers. Not my thing but they're all swell dudes and they do what the do well. And hearing songs I heard on the radio and disdained when I was a fifteen year old punk kid make me smile now.
After the show we had taquitos and Pepsi, went up to J.D.'s apartment where he and I drunkenly discussed our writing over whiskey and water while Steph and Pike wrought audio havoc, playing the new Metallica album.
What does a writer who can't write do? He blogs the tedium of his daily life. What good is he? Not much, I suspect. But it might just get the old fire burning... if he can sustain the heat.
The ninth rule in the Thinking Person's Guide to Suicide is as follows:
Do what you do, suck it up and force yourself through. If you haven't tried you can't give up. (Anyone noticing a theme in these rules yet?)
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Good point, though sometimes it's hard to arrive to definite conclusions
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