August 30, 2005

Individualism was a mistake

I am feeling existential, went to see my cousins new baby. I am his, uhhh, cousin-aunt or something.

He looked at me with bemusement/sarcasm which is maybe some kind of genetic inheritence, but smiled at that cash machine in the restaurant. I told him he was only 7 weeks old, he couldn't be expected to know who his real friends were yet.

Went to see a friend who lives in the McGill ghetto and will be leaving shortly, she has started a blog, I stupidly forgot to send myself the URL.

Why are all the McGill kids getting so young, like little Gap goslings. This is, of course, not the case at all. They are approximately the same age they ever were. I however, am old as the hills but as rooted and stable as a piece of dandruff. Awesome. At least I am someone's cousin- aunt.

August 29, 2005

So I found the glasses. They were doing an impression of a stick insect hidden on a pile of similiar-toned objects in plain view.

I had already emptied two bags of office garbage thinking perhaps they had fallen off my head and landed in the bag unnoticed while I was in a cleaning frenzy. Lovely, two hours looking at my old marketing notes again.

So I am listening to NIN (Nine- inch - nails) album Broken

Cool... I was just looking for a way to post a sample mp3 from Broken (none to be had - sorry) and discovered instead that Reznor released his last two singles as garageband files to his fans so they could remix them as they wished.

As he says;

Well, the experiment of releasing the hand that feeds in garageband format was a resounding success. for those of you unaware, i essentially gave away the master multitrack sessions for that song for you to remix / reinterpret / ruin. last I checked, there were hundreds of remixes and info posted here alone.

That's pretty nifty.. I would spend more time taking a peek at what happened, but since I meant to start this entry as a paean to my age-old love for the 1993 ep and not for any present fan-dom I don't think I should waste anymore precious work time.... ah it's so tempting.

I really really loved NIN back in the day (...of plaid shirts and purple doc martens don'tcha know). Although, and I am going to sound like a fogey for saying this, I doubt his new stuff is going tobe as enjoyable as what I am currently listening to, it certainly won't have any nostalgia value.

Ohhhhh........This is such a good album, I should just put a couple of songs up

Gave Up
Physical (you're so)

Okay make sure you have head phones on if you are in a public place, and realize that this is very good pop *industrial* so don't hate me if you actually hate it.

I just spent three days cleaning my apartment, re-organizing storage space, and throwing out anything that hadn't been touched in over three months.

During this three day process I somehow managed to annihilate my glasses.

Where are those crafty buggers? There is no surface space left that is not dust free and empty. What kind of nerdbag puts their specs in some little drawer....

aaaaahhhhhh... Why couldn't I have lost something less neccessary like my watch or my ipod? I hate being a near-sighted person.

August 27, 2005

Someone just forwarded me this email.

"Would you like to be a human pony? Would you like to ride a human pony or be ridden as one (two-legged or four legged). I am starting a group where people can pretend to be a pony or treat other people like ponies. If interested, contact me. No sex. For recreational purposes only. Male and Female welcome."

I think it's because my favorite tee-shirts all have various pictures of horses, ponies and unicorns on them, and in one of the pictures the unicorns are ahem, doing it. I hope that's why. I mean, how does one politely decline an invitation to horseplay? What exactly is the protocal?

Maybe I should accept, it's not nice to mock someone elses bag unless you've tried it once yourself, and it's not as if it were an invitation from a group of parachutists who perform unspeakable acts while in free-fall, it's not at all risky. It might give me a back-ache but that's small potatoes compared to being someones friend flicka for an hour or two.

I wonder if they would give me a little saddle and bridle, would I get to eat apples out of peoples hands, would I be groomed? Or maybe it's just really basic, just riding, no getting into the character of a pony per se.

What kind of recreational purpose is to there in being ridden like a pony, if there's no sex involved? It would get boring after like 5 minutes. Maybe its for exercise. Like for instance, rather than joining the gym I would go and be a pony for a half an hour every other day, and take someone relatively heavy up the mountain or something..

This is what I like about being an urbanite. The wealth and variety of possible entertainments. What if I wanted to be caged like a guinea pig and fed giant carrots? Can someone hook me up?