It's been a while...

... and of course, I cannot sleep again. It's not like I'm not tired. I am just irritated on a level beyond normal, and I can't put my finger on it. I think it's stress. I think I may be going crazy.

I'm tired as hell. I need to sleep, but I lay there and get irritated at the fact that I don't get any sleep. I think I'm getting 3 hour increments, then up for another 12. At least I am getting work done.

Wah wah wah... to the music.

"Punk Rock Girl" by the Dead Milkmen (have I done this one before? I don't think so).


And a little East-Coast Ska (hey, that kinda shocked me as well) from Big D and the Kids Table -- "Shining On." I like the sound, the beat and the arraingement.


And why not, this is a different genre as well, Animal Collective's "My Girls." New and hip. Enjoy.

I should do this more. Seeing as how I am not sleeping and all...
-om

Happy Valentine's Day

This one is for the laaaadies.

Yup, you never hear that at the strip club. Fun.

Stephen Bishop, with "On and On."


Colbie Callait -- Bubbly

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A Screwed Up Dream

American Concentration Camp. One of the first to go. Chosen by lottery, since America was too full. No one was spared, except the children. War heroes, doctors, lawyers. Boy, those guys were pissed. I was in there with a random assortment of people, given military fatigues. In my backpack, I had a cell phone, music player, and a gas mask. Strange.

I was grouped in with a bunch of guys, some from my old high school, some from the military battalion that I had served with. We were all grouped together in a barracks room. The first weekend we got to spend with our families (and were told that the execution wasn't going to happen for about a year, so we had plenty of time to get our affairs in order), and had a really enjoyable time. I remember that it was a memorable visit. Right before the second weekend, we were on a bus, lined up, on the way to death.

It was amazing. It was terrifying. I remember thinking that I should have ran when I had the chance. There were whispers all around about how it was going to happen, where it started to happen (a couple of guys mysteriously died in the barracks room, we thought it was something that was sprayed onto the sheets). I looked at the issued gas masks and thought it may be the air filter canister was mucked with.

I had a busy signal calling my family when I actually realized that this was a dream. I was on the bus, looking for a way, any way, to escape, yet trying to formulate communication to my family if in fact it shouldn't happen. Always multi-tasking, that's me. It was an incredibly vivid, frightening dream. Obviously, I woke up. I never got to find out really why, or even how this nefarious scheme was to be played out. Thankfully, I never got through to my family. I kinda wonder, if I actually got through and was talking, would I still be there now?

Fuck.

Miss Those Blue Eyes

Here is good old Willie Nelson, with "Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain." There is a really funny joke about this song, about a guy who wants this played at his funeral, while people he wronged take turns urinating over his body.

You have to admit, it would be one hell of an interesting funeral.

Anyway, a little more country this morning.

-om

This Time Tomorrow

The Kinks. Great band. This song was featured recently in Wes Anderson's "The Darjeeling Limited," a fine work. See it if you want something interesting on a weekend when you aren't doing much.

So, those of you who may not know, I have been drinking a bit too much lately. So, very soon, I will be giving it up for a full year. Period. No bets, nothing that will make me welsh on it, just for the sake of doing so. I kinda want to get my demons straight, and this will help me along that road. If I give it up for good, I'll be selling off my wine collection.

Actually, I won't go that far.

Wah, wah, wah, enough of that. "This Time Tomorrow" by The Kinks.

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I. AM. FUCKED.

And not in a good way.

I'm pretty sure I posted the missive that I had here a few hours ago. The Blog gods have fucked with me. So I have nothing to give you.

Nothing but anything I really want to covey. Porn? Nah. Bluegrass? Twist my arm.

Liven up your aleman left, jerks. Here is "Road to Nowhere" by Greensky Bluegrass.

-h