Thursday, June 30, 2005

Velvet Cacoon never fail to fascinate me. I think this is the transcription of a taped conversation between the two members, SGL and LVG. Read it, and think about why or why not you like drugs, among other things. Then go get your hands on all the Velvet Cacoon material you can.

By the way, I don't know how long the VC piece will be up, so check it out while you can.

Tuesday, June 28, 2005

The new issue of McSweeney's is a veritable work of art. When it comes to anything other than books and albums, I could care less about packaging, but man, when I opened my first issue of my McSweeney's subscription today, I was blown away. On top of that, the stories I've read thus far have been nae shabby.

I think I'm gonna use some of my vacation time, once (or if) I get it, and go up to Uncle Smitty's for a few days. I'll borrow Scott's laptop, buy a case of beer and a few packs of Luckies, and chip in for groceries. I could use a little isolation, as well as my uncle's company.

Wednesday, June 22, 2005

"Snake got smoked on the set like Brandon Lee
Blown out the frame like Pan Am flight 103"

Fuckin' A. All hail the GZA.

"I can't fold
I need gold
read up and reload
product must be sold to you"

Tuesday, June 21, 2005

If I wasn't so lazy, and wouldn't wake up my brother once he goes to sleep, I'd get fucked up and listen to Unearthly Trance's In the Red at high volume. But since I am lazy, I'll just listen to it here in front of my computer and sip bourbon.
I'm always pleased to come home from work and find my brother still awake. He's always got something cool to say or show off, like this. He also brought home, courtesy of Van Cleve, seasons five and two of Buffy and Angel, respectively. My all-time-low productivity will only plummet further now. Or will it? I've actually got going again, kind of, with Unheimlich.

Whee.

Monday, June 20, 2005

I've come to the conclusion that as long as I have a job, Sunday night will never be fully enjoyable, especially at 3 AM. Funny how the real dread is purely quotidian and not at all cosmic or metaphysical- at least on Sunday nights.

I wish I had some Angel or Buffy to watch.

Friday, June 17, 2005

Thursday, June 16, 2005

I can safely say that I don't buy much in the way of useless shit- the last random non-alcohol/tobacco/music/book/food thing that I can remember purchasing was a 45 adapter for my turntable- so I hope that this guy doesn't hate me.

Spot on, in typical Onion fashion.

Monday, June 13, 2005

Another low-key weekend, which is pretty much just what I needed. Read a lot, played GTA: San Andreas, even wrote some. The only bad thing is that I'm some kinda broke; I had to take money out of savings just to make it to payday. I have learned to appreciate that extra stash of dough, which isn't something I had until last month.

Lots of Opeth being played these days; some right now, as a matter of fact. Hopefully it'll help me get a couple more pages done before I retire to read and prepare myself for another pyschologically enervating week of work.

Monday, June 06, 2005

Well, it's summertime again. Being in the West Alabama apartment again makes me think of the first summer I spent here, two years ago. I definitely miss those couple months of unemployment and writing and excitement over the impending publication of Axis Mundi Sum.

Last summer was all about being laid back. I think this one will be too, but in a different way. Different how, I don't know, but with each sweaty, desparate day that passes, I hope to be that much closer to figuring it out.

Friday, June 03, 2005

I've been reading here and there that voice actors for video games are threatening to strike unless they get a share of profits from the games they lend their talents to. These actors are, of course, unionized, which is probably the only reason they can make such a demand. Apparently, some of the folks who are bitching and moaning about this are the folks who actually make the games, who also want a cut of the profits. This is fair, if you ask me, but:

Boo fuckin' hoo. Yeah, your labor conditions fucking suck, we know, but you know what? If you want a cut, stop working 80 hours a week for peanuts and either join a union or form one of your own. Who gives a fuck about the possibility of strikes ("oh no, it means I can't work!") and spending time negotiating contracts? Just fucking do it, and if you do it right, you've got nothing to do but get ahead. Besides, if your unionization means that the cost of the end product goes up, and possibly forces production to Europe or Asia or wherever, so be it. If you're so fucking worried about creativity, and you find out that some underpaid dude in China or Holland is making quality games, fine. You know what you can do? Urge him to organize his workplace too. Fuck, people, just cough up your union dues every month and guarantee yourselves some fucking security and decent compensation for working on crap games.

Yeah, this is an incoherent mash of thoughts, but it boils down to a couple things. One: if you hate your working conditions, either quit or unionize (or, if you're unionized, bust your ass to renegotiate your contract, or join a different union). Two: shit changes. You may join the union, watch things go well for a while, and then watch someone across the pond take your job. It happens. The same thing will happen to them sooner or later. It's not a very comforting thought in the short term, but you know what? History doesn't care how you feel, and if you do what you can, maybe you can at least some kind of mark and make things better for someone- be it yourself, a family member, or a complete stranger- somewhere down the line.

While I wish the best for everyone in the here and now, I just can't get worked up over the fate of one particular nation, group, or whatever when I think in terms of history and the future. Que será, será, folks. Protect what you love while you can, but don't expect it to last forever.