Geoff, have you gone blind or vomited profusely yet?



I went clothes-and-accessories shopping yesterday. I remembered that I'm not broke anymore and actually have money in my checking account. Honestly, I do feel a bit less beaten-down, as it was getting to the point that a significant portion of what was still in good shape- pants, particularly- were mostly clubbing/stage outfits I'd feel exceptionally silly wearing to work, or formalwear.

Currently watching Spartacus - Gods Of The Arena. Pretty fucking awesome so far Game of Thrones is getting good as well.

Nah actually the cider was lovely. It could have been a bit stronger though. The next one will be a fermented monster.

Cong-rats!

Distill it into apple brandy?

Now is the time to start a line of applohol.

Moving to the Boston area after the lady and I graduate is starting to seem like more and more of a possibility.

Want to start a band, Chris?

Sure, if i have not yet moved into cardboard boxtown at that point.

Well given that the lady and I are both in creative industries, that will probably be our starting point

Today I figured out "yell singing".


Turns out I could have easily done it all along had I ever dared to sing THAT loud in my house..
I've thought about it but never thought to try it while no one was home.
It's fun!

You mean the same method Phil Anselmo used as a shortcut to destroying his vocal cords?

I want to beat the shit out of a singer in one of my bands. That's all.

It happens, singers are all annoying cunts to some degree

The problem with a lot of ways to fuck up your voice is that they tend to sound really cool.

Yep. Such is life.


Booze is good, destroys your liver.

Cigarettes are tasty, get lung cancer.

Hamburgers are good, have heart attack.

I don't think I have the time or patience to learn the science of distilling. It's like, basically home chemistry innit?

I will just make more apple booze. I bought a big jug of cheap juice today and dumped some yeasts in.

I suppose that works.



I am at Snaxodrome II now trying to sleep. I cannot at my soon-to-be ex-house. I will probably have to bail on metalband rehearsal tomorrow (well, tonight) because I probably will not have slept for two days.

I've realized it's not whether I lunch at work or not- though food does make me sleepies- it's the time of day. I'm wide the fuck awake right now, though admittedly a bit (intentionally, for a reason) tipsy... to try and knock my ass out? I can get however much sleep one desires and be toast at 1-2 pm... the time my body is telling me I should be waking up. I need to actually seek medical attention for this, because it is jeopardizing things.

I have a recliner in the back and a trenchcoat for a blanket and sunglasses for the obvious reasons. Showered before I came here. Gotta be out the door by 8. FMMF'nL.

Fuck. I feel like a slackerasswhiner complaining, because I don't have some crazy disease and I'm not crippled. I grin and bear it and don't give a fuck. But the older I get the more I start to realize I was made wrong.

No sleep 'til Brooklyn?

Well, I also put in two cups of sugar, and some dried cranberries were boiled and added, along with the boilings. Apparently this is nutritious to yeast. And, some 'elderflower sirop' that we found at Ikea and have no use for. Flowers, sure, that means a nice aroma or something.

I finished the cider and I have a goodly buzz.

Snaxie, I don't know what's going on that would make you feel so bad or keep you up for days (though I imagine it may have to do with the soon to be ex-home?) but I wish you well, and that you take it easy and sleep when you can.

You're not made wrong dear, you were made to be an artist. We seem diff'rent to the man because our vampire hours seem unreasonable to him. Face it, you will always be super duper tired while working for the man to help pay your bills. I am the walking dead mostly here at work, and while I try to conform for a while whilst at a new job, once they realize I am well worth my shit and how much easier I make their lives, they tend to not say anything about my zombie eyes, pale colour, and wild fur. I type this as I am almost at the point of mainlining coffee to keep my blood pumping enough to stay awake. I must admit two days of no sleep suck. Have you thought of large quantities of amphetamines for work, then a nice mellow of heroin for sleep?

Just like Hitler.