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It's pretty funny that my pals derekfz and waxpumpkin each posted almost simultaneously bemoaning what LJ/ social media have become. Then again maybe not so odd as they are palz. As for me, LJ is fast becoming a place where I (a) talk to about 3-4 people occasionally and (b) aggregate blog feeds from other sites and (c) occasionally write a post myself, more or less for my own pleasure or ventaciousness, as I realize almost no one is around here to read it, which is fine by me.
Since this permanent account still seems to aggregate feeds OK and it would be a big hassle to start all over again in a new place, I am probably going to be deleting even more people's blogs off my LJ so it will mostly be a site for reading feeds and keeping up with the 3-4 people who do read, comment and/or respond to comments I make. This is not a matter of dislike, just a matter of pruning and making some room for new feeds.
I am Extremely proud and happy to know and be friends with every single person who contributed to, appeared in, or otherwise had anything to do with this Dayton City Paper article by my Deathfest mate Mr. Gary Spencer. Rock on brothers and sisters, you have done more to improve my life and world view than you can ever imagine, and the best part is you would all say "right back atcha." \m/ \m/
For so long I was out in the cold And I taught myself to believe every story I told It was fun hanging onto the moon heading into the sun But it's been too long Now I want to come home
Came so close To the edge of defeat But I made my way in the shade keeping out of the heat It was fun shooting out of the stars looking into the sun But it's been too long Now I want to come home
Home, where there's nothing but sweet surrender To the memories from afar Home, to the place where the truth lies waiting We remember who we are
For too long I was out on my own Every day I spent trying to prove I could make it alone It was fun hanging onto the moon heading into the sun But it's been too long Now I want to come home
For so long I was out in the cold But I taught myself to believe every story I told It was fun hanging onto the moon heading into the sun But it's been too long Now I want to come home Yeah it's been too long Now I want to come home Been too long Now I want to come home.
One of the cool things about being a Robert Pollard fan is that the guy has written so, so many songs that you can't possibly love them all equally at the same time or even keep track of them, so you're constantly re-discovering songs that maybe you heard a few times before, that drifted past your consciousness like the guy at the next desk in school who for a year looked pleasant but not such a much, and then all of a sudden you Noticed him and "Good heavens, Ms. Yamamoto, you're beautiful" sort of moment, et cetera. What I mean is, all of a sudden I will get attached to a particular Bobsong for days, weeks, months, because it suits me and my current mood so wonderfully well. I remember a holiday weekend 11 years ago where I did nothing for three days but sit in a chair playing "Game of Pricks" over and over and over, like having a craving for chocolate chip cookie dough where that's all you eat for three days and then go back to just wanting it once in a while. And of course, "I'm Cold," the one I posted last winter, is now indelibly etched on my soul as belonging to a time when it was dark and snowy and cold and I missed Ohio and felt trapped by a hateful job.
anyway, this one is my latest flame...it suits who I am and how I feel right now, very very well, whether you understand "heavy metal" as the musical genre or as the video interprets it, as planes, weaponry, armor.
Come with high regard from heavy metal country They write you super-love and seal it with a kick
And now, the creator's skull is cracked, Out come the underground with artificial lungs They're singing loud, so very proud To show the mess they made At Zoo Arcade When something central took away their guns.