Ahoy-hoy all,
I'm in Cleveland right now, a stop over on our way to Chicago, and the beautiful business center of the Holiday Inn is as good a place as any for an update. Well, update might be misleading this is more of just a random collection of words.
I can see the RocknRoll hall of fame from here, literally not figuritively, though according to a fortune cookie that may not be completely out of the cards.
Tomorrow will once again put us within arm's length of JohnnyK and Groovemaster studios where the new record was made, so hopefully some sort of buffoonery will ensue.
It has been great seeing some old familiar faces in the crowd, Superfan, JenChen, MomBomb, DownIgo,....even the Duyner "Alkaline" made it out(thanks for the back ups).
We're are gearing up for a date we have with a certain British mad man and can't wait to go across our own great land once again, despite the SARS (inside joke winkwink to all Canadians!)
The 29 of September is moving, slowly but surely, to the present and I can't f#@%$^%*&(&(#&*$^in' wait! Those symbols are not meant as censorship, more as explitive enhancers. Rather than substitute bad words for symbols I imagine a filthy word for each icon used, rendering the sentence as tasteless and profane as I could possibly imagine while still being efficient in its use of space. !@$@!#%@#$^$%&@$^&@%^*^%*@$%^!%&#%^*#%. Normally it might take an entire paragraph to say that much filth. I new computers were good for something. You should see what you can do with a lazermouse, two scsi drives and a bottle opener. God bless technology.
Let's see if you can write one longer than that.
stories...
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Well, here is another one.
There was this enormous 18 legged bUG hovering right in front of me today. Its wings were a beautiful fire engine red, gigantic but almost invisible they were beating so fast. Its thorax was the happiest colors imaginable. Colors as vivid and as bright as the mind of one who uses the word ''thorax'' in everyday conversation.
Its legs, 18 of them if you recall, were thick with hair and knotted like tree roots. These gigantic legs wrapped around themselves weaviing tighter and tighter, to a wickedly sharp point.
As it floated 20 feet above the ground, it still gripped a clump of soil, in the center of its nest.
I think it was its heart.
Its entire body was feeding off it. Taking but not without giving back to it in their own way.
They protected her.
Her outer armour.
Her assassin.
But none of that now. No, this visit was peaceful. This visit was a chance to stare each other in the eye, to finally know each other, again. Those eyes were something I will never forget. Endless. Infinite in their depths. I couldn''t stare for too long at one time, it was too much for both my senses and my imagination. Each time I looked back was a completely different experience, so I could never get used to it, never gain balance, never resist it. Lulled into bliss repeatedly, for so long, until one day. One day I looked into its gigantic eyes and saw a portrait of infinite depth that just wasn''t as cool as the one I''d seen the day before. Then the next one was as good as my favorites but for different reasons; so more categories popped up. Next I was judging each of them in individual color categories and by the certain hours of the day. After a while it got hard to keep track of which ones were which and when they had happened. Every morning I would get up and dread the day ahead of me. "Not another day of this." I''d say "Not another day of staring at the eyes of infinite wisdom. Not more of this beautiful colours beyond imagination and dizzying depths crap. " but I careed on.
One morning I was on my way to the bUG for the days viewings. It was on the bus I first came to the realization that I had been putting all the yellow glimpses of infinite depths in with the light green glimpses of infinite depths. The distinction was made clear by a man on the bus who admired my choice of "light forest green tie with canary yellow shirt". Both of which to me looked like identical shades of fireengine red.
"It looks reeeeeeal sharp!" the man said. "Thank you." I said, but not for the compliment.
There was this enormous 18 legged bUG hovering right in front of me today. Its wings were a beautiful fire engine red, gigantic but almost invisible they were beating so fast. Its thorax was the happiest colors imaginable. Colors as vivid and as bright as the mind of one who uses the word ''thorax'' in everyday conversation.
Its legs, 18 of them if you recall, were thick with hair and knotted like tree roots. These gigantic legs wrapped around themselves weaviing tighter and tighter, to a wickedly sharp point.
As it floated 20 feet above the ground, it still gripped a clump of soil, in the center of its nest.
I think it was its heart.
Its entire body was feeding off it. Taking but not without giving back to it in their own way.
They protected her.
Her outer armour.
Her assassin.
But none of that now. No, this visit was peaceful. This visit was a chance to stare each other in the eye, to finally know each other, again. Those eyes were something I will never forget. Endless. Infinite in their depths. I couldn''t stare for too long at one time, it was too much for both my senses and my imagination. Each time I looked back was a completely different experience, so I could never get used to it, never gain balance, never resist it. Lulled into bliss repeatedly, for so long, until one day. One day I looked into its gigantic eyes and saw a portrait of infinite depth that just wasn''t as cool as the one I''d seen the day before. Then the next one was as good as my favorites but for different reasons; so more categories popped up. Next I was judging each of them in individual color categories and by the certain hours of the day. After a while it got hard to keep track of which ones were which and when they had happened. Every morning I would get up and dread the day ahead of me. "Not another day of this." I''d say "Not another day of staring at the eyes of infinite wisdom. Not more of this beautiful colours beyond imagination and dizzying depths crap. " but I careed on.
One morning I was on my way to the bUG for the days viewings. It was on the bus I first came to the realization that I had been putting all the yellow glimpses of infinite depths in with the light green glimpses of infinite depths. The distinction was made clear by a man on the bus who admired my choice of "light forest green tie with canary yellow shirt". Both of which to me looked like identical shades of fireengine red.
"It looks reeeeeeal sharp!" the man said. "Thank you." I said, but not for the compliment.
The road was empty in both directions. Callus' radio couldn't get any stations other than the news out here. Alpha was in the passenger's seat, his window closed. He was reading the third book of some famous series, lost in the story while Callus could be heard muttering about our situation. I continued watching the skyline turn a soft red as the sun set behind us. I took off my sunglasses, worn before to block the sun while it still stood in the sky, and tossed them into the far corner of the bed of Callus' truck.
The clouds were sparse, figures made in the sky solitary and unique. While the sky behind us was clear and soft, the horizon ahead was dark and blue, a sheet of gray clouds telling of a storm already there, and our coming to it soon.
"Fox, you gonna sit out there?" Callus leaned his head back to the open slide window, where I sat on the opposite side on the bed of the truck.
"Yup."
"We're gonna hit the rain in ten minutes, you're gonna get soaked!"
"Good. My clothes are dirty."
Callus went back to focusing on the road. Alpha seemed to not even notice our saying anything, whispering to himself something about the young sorcerer protagonist in his novel. Callus upped the volume on the old radio, listening in on the weather. My own thoughts went elsewhere, zoning out the world around me for a moment. All of my ancient journeys, my meeting people all around the world, my search for my 'brother' coming to an end, and then, Mirah.
"A hurricane!" Callus said, knocking me out of my euphoria while thinking of Mirah. "There's two hurricanes right on top of Sullen? Aw man, why couldn't they tell us sooner?"
Alpha seemed to be erred by the comment, as he marked his book and set it down. "They did, about two weeks ago."
"When was this?"
"It's been on the news. Almost all the time, too."
"Like hell it was."
"Of course you wouldn't even notice. You're so busy looking for our next bounty or porn." Alpha sneered.
That was a weird... comment. But not all that wrong.
"And look'it you, reading kids books!" Callus started his rebuttal, poking at the soft cover of the book Alpha was reading earlier. "Those are the actions of a pedophile man. Scary stuff."
Even more... weird. And likely incorrect for the most part.
"Open up to any page, there'll be at least one word you wouldn't understand."
Callus took up the challenge, flipping open to page 257. He begun speaking loudly. I ended up having to hold the steering wheel steady on the road with my powers.
"Barry stood between the rash young Helen and the
pretentious Victor. Holding his wand in a tense grip,
Barry's glare at the two of them halted further
lamentation. Helen shot her nose up, snorting a
curse at Victor under he breath, and stormed away
with a falter in her step. Barry turned to Victor,
'do not bother with your elementary pranks again.
If you bother Helen, David or I, I will make you
pay.' Victor was aghast, his fear of Barry's power
obvious, yet his pride had him spout banter.
'I'm wondering when the council will start to
realize how much of a hazard you, that muckblood
and that witless dolt are to our school.'
Barry raised his wand in Victor's face, 'Abast
Huldan.' Victor's movements had ceased, Barry's
spell already taking full effect.
'I warned you.'"
"Yeah, okay, you were able to read a whole page." Alpha said quickly, "but could you put your hands on the damned wheel!?"
"Its fine, Fox got it."
"No I don't." I joked, making the two think that the truck just by chance made the last two turns without anyond guiding the truck.
After that small hectic fiasco, the rain had started.
"Aw man, I can barely see a thing. It got dark quick."
"That's what you get when you only listen to the news on your crappy-ass radio."
"Ya know, usually something awesome would happen, like a monster would knock our truck over and we'd have some epic fight."
"What?"
"Come on, this story is pretty boring, we usually get into action every other sentence, skipping over these parts entirely."
"Yeah, well once in a while its nice to have a story where something other than a small war breaks out."
"No, that sucks."
"Hey, we should stop breaking the fourth wall now. Something bad could happen."
"Ooh, like a fight or something!" Callus rolled down his window and poked his head out, yelling "Fox is actually a hundred-thousand year-old d-"
Suddenly the hurricane moved three-hundred miles in a second and landed directly on top of our truck.
"WEEEEEEEE!"
The clouds were sparse, figures made in the sky solitary and unique. While the sky behind us was clear and soft, the horizon ahead was dark and blue, a sheet of gray clouds telling of a storm already there, and our coming to it soon.
"Fox, you gonna sit out there?" Callus leaned his head back to the open slide window, where I sat on the opposite side on the bed of the truck.
"Yup."
"We're gonna hit the rain in ten minutes, you're gonna get soaked!"
"Good. My clothes are dirty."
Callus went back to focusing on the road. Alpha seemed to not even notice our saying anything, whispering to himself something about the young sorcerer protagonist in his novel. Callus upped the volume on the old radio, listening in on the weather. My own thoughts went elsewhere, zoning out the world around me for a moment. All of my ancient journeys, my meeting people all around the world, my search for my 'brother' coming to an end, and then, Mirah.
"A hurricane!" Callus said, knocking me out of my euphoria while thinking of Mirah. "There's two hurricanes right on top of Sullen? Aw man, why couldn't they tell us sooner?"
Alpha seemed to be erred by the comment, as he marked his book and set it down. "They did, about two weeks ago."
"When was this?"
"It's been on the news. Almost all the time, too."
"Like hell it was."
"Of course you wouldn't even notice. You're so busy looking for our next bounty or porn." Alpha sneered.
That was a weird... comment. But not all that wrong.
"And look'it you, reading kids books!" Callus started his rebuttal, poking at the soft cover of the book Alpha was reading earlier. "Those are the actions of a pedophile man. Scary stuff."
Even more... weird. And likely incorrect for the most part.
"Open up to any page, there'll be at least one word you wouldn't understand."
Callus took up the challenge, flipping open to page 257. He begun speaking loudly. I ended up having to hold the steering wheel steady on the road with my powers.
"Barry stood between the rash young Helen and the
pretentious Victor. Holding his wand in a tense grip,
Barry's glare at the two of them halted further
lamentation. Helen shot her nose up, snorting a
curse at Victor under he breath, and stormed away
with a falter in her step. Barry turned to Victor,
'do not bother with your elementary pranks again.
If you bother Helen, David or I, I will make you
pay.' Victor was aghast, his fear of Barry's power
obvious, yet his pride had him spout banter.
'I'm wondering when the council will start to
realize how much of a hazard you, that muckblood
and that witless dolt are to our school.'
Barry raised his wand in Victor's face, 'Abast
Huldan.' Victor's movements had ceased, Barry's
spell already taking full effect.
'I warned you.'"
"Yeah, okay, you were able to read a whole page." Alpha said quickly, "but could you put your hands on the damned wheel!?"
"Its fine, Fox got it."
"No I don't." I joked, making the two think that the truck just by chance made the last two turns without anyond guiding the truck.
After that small hectic fiasco, the rain had started.
"Aw man, I can barely see a thing. It got dark quick."
"That's what you get when you only listen to the news on your crappy-ass radio."
"Ya know, usually something awesome would happen, like a monster would knock our truck over and we'd have some epic fight."
"What?"
"Come on, this story is pretty boring, we usually get into action every other sentence, skipping over these parts entirely."
"Yeah, well once in a while its nice to have a story where something other than a small war breaks out."
"No, that sucks."
"Hey, we should stop breaking the fourth wall now. Something bad could happen."
"Ooh, like a fight or something!" Callus rolled down his window and poked his head out, yelling "Fox is actually a hundred-thousand year-old d-"
Suddenly the hurricane moved three-hundred miles in a second and landed directly on top of our truck.
"WEEEEEEEE!"
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There was slush on my boot when I walked into the place. It stopped on the carpet but I kept going, not knowing that it was ever there at all. I heard it pipe up, calling me a ******, but I didn't really know were it was coming from nor did I care. That stain, that filthy heap of dirt will melt into nothingness and this will be the only time it isn't ignored. It will never even come close to gracing the soles of my boots again. It''s funny how a less than mediocre stain can make itself look even worse. I have never been afraid to make a fool out of anyone but this blotch was an exception, I felt sorry for it, it walked for hours just to find out that it was a wet patch. Thank god I didn't step on it in sock feet, it would still be with me. Hold on....there's another and another and another.....wait a second there''s a trail leading right to a wall. The tracks stop but there is no evidence of the feet prints turning around. Like a crook in a Scooby Doo mystery it has scurried off to its secret lair to be foiled by the end of the episode. Nice try but they're no match for the Machine.
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