Yule MMX.

Here we are, approximately 2,010 years after the birth of a near-mythical figure whose life and death are supposed to have delivered mankind from the uglier results of death. I've got a cup of wine, a few salvaged cigarette butts, a slow internet connection, heavy metal, and the prospect of sharing a room with my (literally) snotty nephew before me. It'd be easy to deride the value of Christmas if these banal things constituted the whole of my holiday experience, but seeing as how they don't- it's only 00:49, and my family awaits when I drag my corpse from bed- I'll venture to say that while Christmas ain't what it was when I was a kid, it's still worth celebrating even if you don't care about Jesus or Mithras or Saturnalia or the solstice. It's good to be here: Christmas reminds me of that, and that's enough for me for now.

Merry Christmas, folks. Here's to you, whether you're enjoying family or sweating it out alone. Without you, this wouldn't even exist.

My love always, for each and every one of you.

Yours,
Dave Smith

Axis Mundi Sum in e-book form!

Behold, my novel in electronic (and much cheaper) form! Buy yourself, and everyone you know, a copy for Christmas. I get a fistful of coins, you get hours of entertainment, and everyone wins.

"Hey! What's cool?"

"Oh nothing."

NOTHING IS COOL.

So sayeth Blockhead Skateboards, back in the day. I sometimes feel like they got it right (though I'm sure it was just a funny ad and not an existential statement). But then I remember stuff like

/b/
MC Frontalot
8bc.org
Judas Priest
Welcome to the NHK
oil pastels
nutritional yeast
glasses
writing

etc. etc., and life is good. (If still confusing.)

Musical selections as of late.

Winterfylleth- The Mercian Sphere
Fen- The Malediction Fields
MC Frontalot- Zero Day
Twin Stumps- Live 10.17.09
Grails- Black Tar Prophecies vol. 5
The Sword- Warp Riders
Marblebog- Forestheart

Research, listen, enjoy.

Cyclical.

How much can I write about late nights, up alone with only music and bad habits and the internet keeping me company?

A lot, apparently.

Right now I'm wallowing in nostalgia and not sleeping, which I should be doing since I have a Chinese test in the morning. If there's one thing I'm good at, it's not doing what I should be doing. I'd say that some day this will cost me dearly, but I'm sure it already has, in subtle and ultimately painful ways.

Listen to this song.

Another glass of water, and off to bed. 明天，我要考式。明天晚上，自由。

史大韦