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.
Quickly and then sleep.
My copy of The Ocean at the End of the Lane by Neil Gaiman has finally arrived. I have not yet started reading it, as I’m afraid I won’t be able to stop once I do. Temptation will win out soon enough (most likely when I wake up later).
If you have never seen The Mindscape of Alan Moore, the 2005 documentary about Alan Moore, I’ve just learned that it is on Youtube. In its entirety.
I felt the immediate urge to share this information with as many people as possible.
If you’re a fan of his work, or just have an interest in him as a person (as he is quite the interesting character, to put it lightly), it is well worth the time spent watching it. It might give you a bit of insight into why I consider myself a member of the Church of Moore.
Sleep now, reading later.
Current Status (pictured above):
A man at rest, preparing quietly –and mentally– for the coming storm on the horizon.
Current Sound Saturation:
Snow Patrol The Lightning Strike
I have been having odd dreams lately. One night saw the wife and myself joining a focus group for a mysterious project that turned out to be a science experiment being conducted on inter-dimensional travel and time manipulation. Another night saw a slightly younger version of myself defending my current home from an unseen invading force. I’m not sure what any of it means.
Current Calming Imagery:
Sleep. More things will follow the sleep, but sleep is the most important element of my very near future.
Mostly a video, though.
This video, in particular:
I suggest you watch it immediately. All of you. It’s only a little over six minutes long.
Not much else to report, I’m afraid. I’ve finally ordered The Ocean At The End Of The Lane by Neil Gaiman. If you know me at all, you know how difficult a thing it is for me, not having the newest Neil Gaiman book at the precise moment of release. But that’s soon to change. Another week or two, and it will be in my hands and I will shut away from the world and read in silence and it will be glorious.
I suppose I have only one thing more to add.
(If you have not been watching the current fifth season of The Venture Bros., you have indeed been missing out.)