I decided to turn my brain off for about an hour today and I realized how good it feels not to have it running for a change. So this is a PSA: give your brain some love. That is all. Thank you.
Update:
I assume the wifey might argue that I never had it on to begin with.
Well, the princess is now crawling all over the place and causing trouble, sitting up on her own, and she just said “good morning” (in Japanese) to me the other day. The sad thing is that since she crawls all over the place now, she doesn’t “fly” any more like she use too (see above picture). She had this phase for a couple of weeks were she would do this all the fucking time. It was really funny to watch.
Anyhow, I have been pretty slack with everything in life with exception to working on my taxes and work being busy as hell. Just haven’t had the time for anything else. Hopefully that will change when I finally manage to file — and if work ever calms down.
Other than that boring stuff, we went to Osaka last weekend to go visit the wifey’s papa and we had the band and friends over for lunch on Saturday after a studio session in the morning that essentially turned into a full day of playing Wii and drinking. It was a lot of fun though.
And yeah, Osaka pictures are coming, another band recording may be coming some time next month, and my sanity is decidedly going.
I had a good few shit days continue for a while there but I seem to be getting back into the groove of things. I’m still busy as ever but at least I’m not pissed off at the world anyways.
You know, the world is really such an easy place to get pissed off with. But getting pissed off with it is rather futile in the long run, which drives me even more nuts because I end up just getting even more pissed off with myself for being pissed of with stuff that is really just out of my control anyway. You can’t get much more ridiculous than that; getting pissed off at yourself for being pissed off.
Someone told me once that they use to worry all the time untill they realized that 99% of what they were botherd by never came true, and the remaining 1% was out of their control. There is probably a good bit of truth in that.
I’ve never been much of a blog plugger but I have always been a avid in-the-closet, regular reader and admirer when it comes to things I like. Zulieka most definitely falls high on my list and her last post was no exception:
I just couldn’t wrap my head around what it was she was hearing. How could we be listening to the same music and have such different opinions? I was hearing dramatic dragons and warrior princesses, but to her it was just all greek.
Something to do with your inside music, and you can only be in tune with the others who share it.
“Divergent Viewings of Merci Docteur Ray“, Zulieka
I’m not terribly sure if this will catch people like it did me, but then again, that’s kind of the point and part of the reason why I find it so beautiful.
