Thursday, May 30, 2019
Monday, May 27, 2019
Words Fail Me
Which is why you're seeing so many videos from YouTube and nothing else. I dislike spring intensely (and hate summer more, as most of you know) and I've now reached 4 weeks of allergy sickness. My throat is sore and swollen -- even my damn voice has changed, hoarse as hell -- and I can't stop coughing and sneezing. Not fun!
So there it is.
I've found Duduk, the Armenian double reed woodwind instrument that first brought me peace when I heard it in Peter Gabriel's Last Temptation of Christ. I didn't care for the film, but as a skater, I jumped all over it. The Feeling Begins has gone all over the world in numerous competitions since 1989. It feeds my struggle to breathe through this horrid weather, and maybe through life, too. I do not remember it being this hot as a child or a teen. It's just too much. My thyroid pretty much ensures my heat intolerance. Of course this world will turn to a melting hell before it turns to ice. I could survive ice. I am a child of winter, not warmth.
Game of Thrones was a huge disappointment, and the Makings-Of episode on HBO tonight was so much better. Episode 3 was the joy, Arya (my favorite) stabbing the Night King. The finest moment ever in a televised drama. I screamed, I hollered, I whooped all over the room when it happened. I watched each episode 3 times, but I remain unimpressed. Let's see how they do with the sequels and prequels. Mr. Martin better get off his ass and finish these damn books. The writers had to stray so far from the source material that it just doesn't work.
And that's pretty much that. June will mark the 30th year since I left high school and I'm sure I'll be tagged in on some nostalgic bullshit, which I will untag. God, I hate facebook with every ounce of my soul. In the meantime, I'm plowing thru my DVR, but I don't think I have any strength to delete my Prince videos from 2016. Him I still can't get rid of. Ever.
So there it is.
I've found Duduk, the Armenian double reed woodwind instrument that first brought me peace when I heard it in Peter Gabriel's Last Temptation of Christ. I didn't care for the film, but as a skater, I jumped all over it. The Feeling Begins has gone all over the world in numerous competitions since 1989. It feeds my struggle to breathe through this horrid weather, and maybe through life, too. I do not remember it being this hot as a child or a teen. It's just too much. My thyroid pretty much ensures my heat intolerance. Of course this world will turn to a melting hell before it turns to ice. I could survive ice. I am a child of winter, not warmth.
Game of Thrones was a huge disappointment, and the Makings-Of episode on HBO tonight was so much better. Episode 3 was the joy, Arya (my favorite) stabbing the Night King. The finest moment ever in a televised drama. I screamed, I hollered, I whooped all over the room when it happened. I watched each episode 3 times, but I remain unimpressed. Let's see how they do with the sequels and prequels. Mr. Martin better get off his ass and finish these damn books. The writers had to stray so far from the source material that it just doesn't work.
And that's pretty much that. June will mark the 30th year since I left high school and I'm sure I'll be tagged in on some nostalgic bullshit, which I will untag. God, I hate facebook with every ounce of my soul. In the meantime, I'm plowing thru my DVR, but I don't think I have any strength to delete my Prince videos from 2016. Him I still can't get rid of. Ever.
Sunday, May 26, 2019
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Friday, May 17, 2019
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