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Sad Girls Por Vida

On hold, line two, still crying

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There is a long, self-pitying post here, but I'm not going to make it. Can we just settle on the fact that I feel like shit? Awesome.
Work with that.

Terrible things ahead and behind.
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Thanks to the help of someone who I was a dick to like half a decade ago, whom I don't think actually recognized who I was, I was able to set up the Genesis emulator to the point where I can begin my terrible odyssey into Sword of Vermilion tomorrow.

In the meantime, as not to leave you, my dear reader, with a dearth of content, I present to you a picture of me co-opting both black and mod culture.

Goodnight!


Can't sleep, another lazy entry
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Beck - I've Seen the Land Beyond:
Off of what I think might(?) be Beck's first album, One Foot In the Grave, which was mostly very well written and completely unironic lo-fi folk rock. If I had to guess, this is a touching song about the end of the world.

Black Fiction - Magic Hands
I will admit I picked up this band on the name alone (the fact that the album is titled Ghost Ride didn't hurt), and was pleasantly surprised at how wonderful it is. Very low-key but intense, with electric and live drums over droning guitar and warped symphonic samples. The melody in this song is carried largely by a sleigh bell, which is wonderful. The lyrics are also pretty great, a touching little bit about the hopelessness of hope

Beulah - Maroon Bible
Now that I think about it, I think I have enough songs with Bible in the title to make a mix CD. But anyway, out of all the (wonderful) bands to emerge from the gaping wound of lo-fi that was the Elephant Six Collective, Beulah definitely had the market cornered on multiple vocal melodies making the song kind of difficult to understand. But the jangly guitar and upbeat rhythm make the understandable parts pretty morbid in contrast. Perhaps it helps that the two members hated each other.

Beat Happening - What's Important

Jangly guitar, lo-fi recording, mumbled depressing lyrics,low-to-moderate amounts of feedback, it really doesn't take a doctorate to notice a theme here. Although Beat Happening does get special notice for being the first band to get national exposure for making just this type of music.

TV on the Radio - Golden Age
Not much to say about this one, other than it has the most wonderful video in existence, a terrifying thrill ride in escalating insanity that just leaves you drained.



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While I was putting away the groceries just now when I found that my mother was suckered into purchasing one of the thousands of Women's Fitness magazines that seem to thrive and multiply in this house not unlike gremlins, feeding off of her insecurities after midnight  and multiplying by the dozens when touched by her angry tears. This one in particular roused my ire by featuring Sarah Chalke of the Very Emotional Television Show Scrubs on the cover with her "stay slim tips"

(She isn't actually laughing. That is a scream of pain as she is consumed by her own abs)

Now, I have no intentions of actually reading the article for any number of reasons, and considering that my gross body weight is somewhere in the neighborhood of fathundred tons, I am definitely not in any position to criticize any diet and exercise advice, but I would assume that a great incentive to staying slim would be to earn five figures several times a year to appear in a syndicated sitcom. I mean, it is probably pretty rough to listen to Zach Braff come to work every day with that liquid mask of pure emotion he wears and talk about Kings of Convinience like he discovered them playing for scraps of offal in a Norse brothel and launched them single-handedly to indie psuedo-fame, but I imagine gently sobbing into GIGANTIC PILES OF MONEY helps a lot with that problem. If I were paid absurd amounts of money to embody every single stereotype of emotional women in the workplace every Thursday night, I'd find thinspiration pretty fucking quick.

Microcastling Kingside
I promise I am not as gay as my icons.
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Well, I ended up playing exactly zero video games today, so my big feature on the copyright infringement issues of Revenge of Shinobi will have to wait (I can feel the excitement radiating from here.) However, I feel determined to post something every 24 hours or so, so enjoy a picture of "Pretty Boy" Paul Morphy, the father of modern chess!

May we never forget his contributions to the offensive game and to rockabilly hairstyles, both of which were at least a century ahead of their time.


Guitars and Microphones are Just Toys
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So, it appears I have a LiveJournal again! Not only that, but I have a LiveJournal named after an arcade game that I may or may not have conjured up in a fever dream. Except that a quick Google search confirms that the world is just as terrifying as I remember it:

(I like that they feel the need to helpfully remind us that it came from Japan, as if we might have been lost otherwise)
So take solace, those who wished for me to return to this glorious blogscape. Quit rending your clothing, ripping open your boils with broken pottery, or any other fucked up thing you happen to remember from the Bible, because I have returned! And unlike my last journal, I am not going to start out by asking everyone to make pictures of me dressed as a bee for my icons, so it looks like everyone wins. I wouldn't ask why I am doing this either, but if you must know, I feel like a massive creative block was taken off of me by a heretofore anonymous young lady, and ergo, the need to write flows forth like a particularly disgusting analogy that I have neither the dour spirits or energy to make now. Really, the imagery behind Hot Dog Storm should be enough to keep you on edge for this post, especially if I remember the attract mode correctly in that it is a flock, no, a murder of winged hot dogs, menacingly flying behind the high score list, waiting to strike. Anyway, just because I've apparently got my groove back to a level sufficient enough to unlock my writing once more, doesn't particularly mean I'll have anything of substance to say, but tune in later today when I try to shit something out about some lame Genesis game or another anyway!


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