Proof of life. Well, something resembling life. I’ve just woken up from a nap. Have you taken a nap today? You should. It’s glorious.
Yoshiki Classical: Miracle
– Went to see How To Train Your Dragon 2 last night. It was every bit as good as the first film, which was a relief to me, as I love the first one and was concerned the sequel may not give me the same sense of awe I felt while watching the first one. The animation is beautiful, the voicework is superb, the music is fantastic. All in all, well worth seeing on a big screen.
– I am eating a reheated frozen meatloaf dinner and wishing it was my mother’s meatloaf instead.
– The demo for Mario Golf: World Tour on the 3DS may have convinced me to purchase the full version once I have the money. This is surprising to me, as I rarely enjoy sports games.
– This weekend has not turned out the way I had originally planned for it to, but it’s still turned out rather well.
Current Self Promotion:
My unboxing video for the latest Loot Crate (theme: “TRANSFORM”). I am a big fan of this service and will spout my love of the Loot Crate people on a regular basis on social media.
If you care to join (next month’s theme is “VILLAINS” and will feature an exclusive shirt and an exclusive Loot Crate variant cover to a Marvel comic), I’d appreciate it if you’d use this link to do so, as it will end up saving me money in the long run. It really is a fantastic service, though I will say that it’s not for everyone. It’s definitely worth trying for at least a single month, to get a feel for it.
A late night pizza maker what is physically exhausted and drained of all mental focus.
Current Auditory Stimulation:
Out of the Black by Royal Blood
A donut and a bottle of YooHoo (chocolate flavored “drink”), as it is unclear to me what normal people eat for breakfast.
Sleep for as long as my body will allow, place a call to California in hopes of wishing my mother a Happy Mother’s Day, make every attempt possible to accomplish as much as I can before work tonight.
That this Current Status update must be cut so very short. Sleep calls me, I fear I must answer.
I sit here at my desk, drinking pre-bottled name-brand iced tea, looking out upon the lush green grass of my back yard. A thunderstorm has just passed through and the window-shaking calamity of it has given way to a deafening silence, as the raindrops hang from each blade of grass, the last remnants of the chaos that engulfed this tiny patch of land only moments ago. The clouds above have parted and the glow of the setting sun sets all around me ablaze in glorious light, though larger clouds loom in the distance. Darker clouds. More rain to follow.
The silence has now faded into a symphony of bird calls, echoing outside my window. The wind is quiet, yet the clouds are moving quickly across the sky. Trees and bushes are only now, in the middle of May, beginning to show signs of green. The grass itself is an alien sight after such a long winter, during which the entire world outside was covered in a blanket of shimmering white. I welcome the rain, I welcome the green. Maybe Spring is finally here.
A lot has happened since my last update, a phrase I find myself typing into this window once every few months or so, and I promise to give a proper update soon. A Current Status update will follow first.
Still not over the Breaking Bad series finale. Not sure I ever will be.
Current Status (pictured above): More hair than man.
Imagine Dragons -Tiptoe
Current Thoughts: Less than two weeks away from attending the Minnesota State Fair and seeing Depeche Mode in concert. To say I’m excited is an understatement.
I’ve finally seen the film a href=”http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seven_Psychopaths”>Seven Psychopaths, written and directed by Martin McDonagh. Such a fantastic film. So many amazing performances and such strong writing. I haven’t enjoyed a film on that level in quite a while.
I’ve begun playing Marvel Heroes, the action MMORPG featuring a plethora of Marvel Comics superheroes. It’s fun, if a bit basic. I’m enjoying it so far.
Current Calming Image:
Current Plans: Sleep > Breakfast > Walk in the sunlight > Marvel Heroes > Dinner > More Marvel Heroes > Sleep
Current Status (pictured above): Disembodied head, simultaneously floating through all of time and space. I am every where at every time. Forever.
Current Audio Matrix:
Yoko Kanno Moon
Current Thought System: I miss the desert at night. I miss the earth beneath my feet and the entirety of the cosmos playing out above my head in brilliant technicolor reality. I miss the stillness, the absolute quiet. I miss being able to think. I also miss the ocean at night. The roar of the water, the moonlight dancing upon the waves, the sand between my toes. The link between these two things, of course, being sand. I miss sand, I suppose is what is to be taken away from all of this. I think in cycles, it seems, as I’m certain I’ve spoken about my love of the desert and beach here before with the same sense of melancholy and longing. Oh well.
Current Calming Visual Arrangement:
Current Sustenance Classification: It seems as though I have been sustaining primarily on a diet of Red Vines and Diet Citrus and/or Mixed Berry Green Tea lately. I haven’t thought to track any changes to my physiology that this may or may not have caused up until this point. This may have been a horrible mistake.
Current Plans: There are standing plans to go and see The Wolverine this evening. There are also plans to purchase (at least) a six-pack of Guinness. Whether either of these plans come to fruition remains to be seen.
The sun is shining on Minnesota. It sends beams of light and warmth from the depths of space on a quest to light our way and warm our faces, those beams are filtered through the atmosphere, through clouds that cast such a heavenly glow to the skies above and through leaves ever green that dance upon the wind and create shadows that never rest in the same place twice.
Taking a brief walk to bask in this phenomena, while mildly uncomfortable, is recommended, as I assure you it is good for the soul. Wave to your neighbors, stop along the way to watch a squirrel scurry up the side of a tree. Close your eyes and tilt your head upward every so often, so as to allow the rays to reach your face more easily. You will not regret it.
I visited the “I Write Like:” analyzer today. I entered three samples of my writing, and these were the results:
When I write of our place in the universe, it resembles Arthur C. Clarke.
When I write of people becoming zombies, it resembles Cory Doctorow.
And when I write a boring blog entry about nothing in particular, it resembles David Foster Wallace.
I am okay with all of this.
Here is a list of famous last words of some well known authors.
Ernest Hemingway: “Goodnight my kitten.” Spoken to his wife before he killed himself.
Jane Austen: “I want nothing but death.” In response to her sister, Cassandra, who was asking her if she wanted anything.
J.M Barrie: “I can’t sleep.”
L. Frank Baum: “Now I can cross the shifting sands.”
Edgar Allan Poe: “Lord help my poor soul.”
Thomas Hobbes: “I am about to take my last voyage, a great leap into the dark,”
Alfred Jarry: “I am dying…please, bring me a toothpick.”
Hunter S. Thompson: “Relax — this won’t hurt.”
Henrik Ibsen: “On the contrary!”
Anton Chekhov: “I haven’t had champagne for a long time.”
Mark Twain: “Good bye. If we meet—” Spoken to his daughter Clara.
Louisa May Alcott: “Is it not meningitis?” Alcott did not have meningitis, though she believed it to be so. She died from mercury poison.
Jean Cocteau: “Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking towards me, without hurrying.”
Washington Irving: “I have to set my pillows one more night, when will this end already?”
Leo Tolstoy: “But the peasants…how do the peasants die?”
Hans Christian Andersen: “Don’t ask me how I am! I understand nothing more.”
Charles Dickens: “On the ground!” He suffered a stroke outside his home and was asking to be laid on the ground.
H.G. Wells: “Go away! I’m all right.” He didn’t know he was dying.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe: “More light.”
W.C. Fields: “Goddamn the whole fucking world and everyone in it except you, Carlotta!” “Carlotta” was Carlotta Monti, actress and his mistress.
Voltaire: “Now, now, my good man, this is no time for making enemies.” When asked by a priest to renounce Satan.
Dylan Thomas: “I’ve had 18 straight whiskies…I think that’s the record.”
George Bernard Shaw: “Dying is easy, comedy is hard.”
Henry David Thoreau: “Moose…Indian.”
James Joyce: “Does nobody understand?”
I’ll leave you with that, as I go off to ponder what my final utterance in this plane of existence will be. I’ll also me making hot dogs for dinner.
Hopefully my last words will not involve hot dogs.