cape.

My sleep schedule is balls. Night is the only time I can concentrate on things I want to get done. In the day, all I want to do is drive around or play video games. I finished putting together the atta boy workdisk. Now I have to do the questions for the accompanying workbook. Friday is going to be a big day. I'm playing back the workdisk right now just to see if I like everything on it. Some of these songs are so beautiful that it makes my heart hurt. I can only hope that my bandmates feel the same way. Friday is going to be a big day.

"Now is the time for turning. The leaves are beginning to turn from green to red to orange. The birds are beginning to turn and are heading once more toward the south. The animals are beginning to turn to storing their food for the winter. For leaves, birds and animals, turning comes instinctively. But for us, turning does not come so easily. It takes an act of will for us to make a turn. It means breaking old habits. It means admitting that we have been wrong, and this is never easy. It means losing face. It means starting all over again. And this is always painful. It means saying I am sorry. It means recognizing that we have the ability to change. These things are terribly hard to do. But unless we turn, we will be trapped forever in yesterday's ways."

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I'm working working on preparing for the pitch of my new project. It should go down on Friday. I hope it's good. I forget whether I already mentioned it, but I'm making a disk full of clips and songs, a little booklet of questions to go with it, and a Powerpoint-esque presentation of my ideas. Then I want to have what a corporate setting might refer to as a focus group. No, I'm not forming Hewhocorrupts II. The key to making everything happen as I'd like it to is organization. If I present my ideas in a coherent, organized fashion, then there's little room for misinterpretation or misunderstanding.

Anyway, I'm sifting through songs right now and my head hurts. Check out this sweet cover of New Noise:

goosepock.

Christmas shopping finished. Putting together the atta boy workdisk. EM2C.

soulseek.

I'm downloading music for the first time in forever. I usually stick to purchasing albums, but I'm making an exception for this very hard-to-locate music. It is the screamo of the late 90's that has disappeared from the main frame of the music world, only to be replaced by mallcore and brutal deathgrind. ::tears fall:: Nah, I dig some of that sometimes, but I'm heavily falling in love with this cluster of greatness. It's wonderful.

I'm preparing for atta boy.

wowie!

Deer is delicious. I've eaten it a bunch of times before, but I always forget how incredibly tasty it is. My roommate went home this past weekend and brought back deer bologna and jerky. I had a disk of the bologna (baloney?) and it is the sweetest most succulent meat of all. I wish they made deer everything. Burgers, hot dogs, cold cuts, jerky, ground deer, deer on a stick... Gee golly jeepers.

I practiced keyboard again tonight. I learned a lot of what the different knobs mean, finally, and I learned to record a sequence after wondering why the RECORD button never lit up before now. Instruction manuals! FTW!

So yeah, deer. My roommate is dandy. The other two: one is kindly yet somewhat distant and the other is a McDoucheFart wrapped in bacon and pan-seered until charcoal black who has an undeserved woodsman beard and leaves his Wii on all day. I hope its fan burns out. Twit.

Mmm mm, deer. Deer.
Deer.

dethklok.

I had a dream a couple hours ago right before I woke up about two potential plotlines for the show Metalocalypse. The first one is that for some reason Dethklok decides they want to incorporate a keyboardist, but that ends in disaster because he was either hired by the Illuminati or he just dies brutally on stage or maybe it's a she and she distracts the band to the point of brawling mayhem wherein she is inadvertently maimed and killed. Hmm. The second is that Dethklok decides to do a split EP with a hardcore band in which they each have their own songs on the record, but on one song they mash up. I figured that could go wrong if the Illuminati attempted to brainwash, hypnotize, or control the minds of the members of the hardcore band in order to "gather information," but General Crozier has actually had wicked assassin skills implanted in their heads. Or something. Maybe go MKULTRA style and control them with LSD. But they need to die during the stage performance of the mash up song. I think perhaps I'll write these episodes for fun just to get the hang of the scripting software I just obtained. Still no ideas for the series Dave and I will develop.

dear sister.

So all afternoon into the night I played my keyboard. I learned Soaring Quails by HORSE the band and the first riff in Venus and Bacchus by Saetia, but between those two I learned the theme song to the sugar cube drama from HORSE the band's studio diary YouTube thingy, called Lawrence and Friends. But yeah, this song isn't as easy as it sounds. It feels like playing two separate rhythms from separate songs at the same time. But I'm doing it repeatedly for like an hour, right? And I start getting this incredible adrenaline rush as I begin to get it and then by the time I'm completely getting it I'm fucking pumped as shit and I don't know why, but I start to play Cutsman and I can play it faster than I've ever been able to play it coherently. My fingers were like, blurry. Then I play Soaring Quails incredibly fast. It was so strange. I've never really learned anything that hard before I guess. I suppose the determination led my body to act as if my life was in danger. I can still feel it now, actually, and this was over two hours ago. I'm really proud of myself though. Then I wrote a neat little riff that was pretty complex and recorded it. I'll use it in atta boy. I am preparing for atta boy.

I am preparing for atta boy.

Watch this and laugh: