Like, fuck. That is badass!

Do it. It's a proper turret with crenellations and everything! Can you- or your archers/crossbowmen/musketeers- get up there?

That would be so awesome. You'd need one of these.

Uh, yeah, you are going to need to practice up your longbow shit.

Also, you are going to need enough boiling oil to adequately protect the front door area from like, the mailman or whoever.

Not enough people build fucking castles these days. It is a shame.

I'd would happily live there forever

Man, Fairbanks sucks a big fat cock. I miss my friends and all the other shit that keeps me sane. !!SINCEYOUGIVEAFUCK!! But, I suppose I am just here to make money and shit. It'll all be over before too incredibly long.

And sweet fuck, that is a fine place to live.

Fuck, that looks AWESOME.

Last room = Noise making room.

Does the turret have a purpose or is it like a leftover from that place's medieval past? Like has it been given some modern 'role'?

I bet there be mad ghosts in that bitch.

Not planning to spend the rest of eternity in the Alaskan hinterlands? It is, I have to admit, not on my list of places I'd consider living. But yes, you're only there to make phat stacks of cash monies. This is important.

No, I can't say that's part of the plan. This place is so uncultured and just.. Fucking gross. Nothing to do, therefore: Too Much Time To Think. And I am quite prone to panic attacks and bullshit sinkinginmychest feelings, and overthinking tends to be the main contributor to these things.

But! I am writing some cool music and whatnot. Trying my best to steal the soul of Guy Picciotto.

Would you be surprised if I said "I get that"? The "brain spiraling inward on self" thing is lovely for taking otherwise perfectly good time in which one has nothing better to do and could be Getting Things Accomplished and turning it into a complete waste in which one can't get anything accomplished. So at least you're writing some groovy tuneage. Which, of course, you will have to record when you get back.

Heh! Can't say I'd be much surprised.

Yargh, I should be recording it here, but I've not the technologies nor the freetime/energy most days. But when I get back, it's on like Donkey Kong or something like that. I've got far too many songs that are not recorded. Devandre and I need to jump on some shiz.

Sidenote: I can legally drink in 16 days. BLAM-ZO! If only the Mapz crew could be in one place filled with fine booze for but one day.

The lack of technology would make it difficult, wouldn't it? Write stuff down, if you need to. (I've found quite frequently the act of writing something down makes me less inclined to forget it- and then not have to consult what I physically wrote, go figure.) Though I do frequently put things to the "if I still remember this tomorrow, it is worth remembering" test. I feel the principle is sound- if I remember it, other people might remember it as well.

And yes, you do. Also: on like Donkey Kong = . Oh, and BTW, on a related note, I did fire up the ol' tape machine, and it's functional. Seeing as we discussed that in the past, figger'd you may want to know.

Congratulations in advance! Seeing as that falls on a Friday when all my usual lovely creatures and nefarious rogues should be in town, I'll make sure to hoist one in public rather than just in front of my 'puter at, like, 3 AM. We can all toast Some Guy I Know From The Internet.

Oh man I would love to have a little bit of that free time to think. Normal civilization seems to conspire against deep thought and analysis. I was at Boarders (before it closed) just kinda browsing books when all of a sudden my mind just takes off. I was developing the cure for AIDS, locating where there is alien life in the galaxy and unlocking the secrets to the meaning of life. Just my luck some fucker stands in front of me and asks "do you believe in God Mother?" The shock just paralyzed me and the fucker goes on a rant how God must be a women and his stupid little cult I should join. I was a much more polite person back then, thinking oh well I'll get back on track when he's gone. NOT A CHANCE. I learned deep thinking just happens, it can never be forced. And even if I would have blown him off, deep thinking is a fragile thing, and it would not have survived.

Other times I'm alone, maybe listening to music but I get the Deep Thought engine running, and I'm falling into a trans like state of sleep where everything makes sense, someone will call me for the stupidest reason. ALWAYS happens. Oh and whats worse is that Civilization knows what your thinking. So when you have bad thoughts on how much you suck at life and how little you have accomplished, Civilization leaves you the fuck alone.

I can't be alone on this... right?

free time to think is not all it's cracked up to be. Generally people who can actually use their brain, which it seems we attract here at Maps, tend to overthink, get into trouble, get panic attacks, get depressed, etc.... I tend to just think of world domination when my mind has free time. Fortunately for Earf, I have been too busy since my cyborg leg swap to think about it.

Sleep is seriously encroaching on my productivity time.

4 hours a night is simply way too much.

We are indeed kind of an introspective folk in a general sense hereabouts.

"Free time" is an interesting concept. I find that the more of it that i technically have, the greater the pressure in my head exists to make "good" use of it. I.e. to be creative, be productive, to be honest with myself, to do something that interests me. Where this turns into a problem, is that it is not actually a natural way to exist, to be productive and creative all day, every day, every month, every year. So there is no way that i am going to be making some sort of measurably "good" use out of the time that i have available to me.

And in fact, by being unable to shake this feeling that i should at least TRY to do so, i actually am fucking up the creative machine pretty badly. It is spent, and i don't know what i want to build next or where i want to go next, because of the degree to which i have burnt it out, not giving it enough space to recharge (as it naturally would do in times when i have no choice but to do something completely uncreative or completely-not-of-my-own-choosing, like for instance: the type of work that actually pays money).

It is just difficult, because right now, right here, i have so much time and space to work with. And knowing how difficult it is to get enough of both throughout a life, makes me almost excessively protective of retaining both, even though, my toasted brain isn't really "using" them to their full potential right now.

As an almost-aside, being constructive, retaining focus, keeping motivation at a high level, letting the system reset as needed, it can be such a fine balancing act. It was(or felt) so much easier to do when i was younger. My current wondering(and: the tangent here) is this: is it because of the way people grow up, or is it because of the way that people's environments change, that it gets harder with age? Like, is it just a natural brain chemistry thing? Or is it just because my former small army of conspirators and provocateurs has wandered into the adult roles and wives and families and real jobs, or simply, into other states?

Dunno. I am inclined not to feel brainwise terribly different than i did as a younger, so my own theory, is that it might be more of an environment thing. It may even be that at least one reason that folks do wander off and familyform, is that the process of the dispersal of one's army is a natural one, and a natural solution on some subconscious level, might be to start a new army?

[It should be noted i think, that i haven't had any coffee yet today. Usually a bad choice for me.]

I think you are on to something here. The recharge and knowing you should be doing something bigger in the overall scheme of things. I am very lucky right now, I am in 2 bands that need a lot of attention and always need to learn material, my job is uberfucking busy, I also do side work involving my job, and of course I try to spend every available moment I can with my kids. They are definitely draining. Other than that I still train MMA 3-5 hours a week which can make me so tired my body shuts down and sleep like the dead now.

When I was not so busy I would spend more time awake, more time in panic mode and all that time depressed.

The ad says the tower has one bedroom and a library/offices Not sure if you can get onto the top of the turret but I hope so. We would definitely purchase some kind of cannon (real or fake) to go on top There are 2 of us definitely up for it so just need to find 2 more housemates It's about £100-150 more expensive than a normal 4 bedroom house, but you can't put a price on living in a castle, bitch. I feel way too excited about this, but then like I said it is a castle.

edit - not related but I finally got some inspiration to do some drums for a stoner rocky riff I've had in my head for ages Feels good to be writing music again, its been far too long since I put together an original.

Today's old man beer:

Also, the process by which it might be determined within a group of friends, who gets the bedroom in the fucking castle tower part of the house, if i were involved, might involve someone getting stabbed. I would expect that one bedroom to be a hotly contested thing. I suspect that, barring the quick and dirty violence of a knife fight, some sort of bicycle jousting might be in order to determine the One True Victor And Master Of The Tower.