So I guess
December 28, 2008 – 4:49 pmthis site looks totally screwy in firefox? I dunno why I’m not web savant. It works just fine using opera or chrome as far as I know, so uh.. use that?
Rcaustic Cast Episode Two: The Smutcast
December 22, 2008 – 1:57 pmSo for this grand 2nd episode me and Ryan decided to add in another member, another caster, spice it up, give some jive talk. The result? He made it smutty and caused people to slip and fall. Through no fault of my own he smutted it up, the falling? I completely approve of. Also, apparently I’m an ass…? We present: Sean Todd. Buckle up kids!
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My barber
December 21, 2008 – 12:23 pmYes that’s right I have barber. I’m not one of those tools who goes to great clips so I can try to hit on the girl as she gives him a shitty hair cut. NO, I have a barber and he’s got facial hair and he’s fucking manly! If we wanted to we could talk about guns and war and death and grenades and shit! That’s cause barbers don’t fuck around. So as I’m preparing to go to my barber an renew the lovely bond we have and the delightful option I have of saying “lets do what we always do.” I just wanted to let you all know to get a damn barber. A real barber, with a barber shop dammit!
Grinding out the daily grind in search of Josephine
December 20, 2008 – 8:01 amOr a Josephine, previous Josephine quit, I suppose in a cost benefit analysis it just wasn’t worth it. Which I can see that.
So I’m up to ready for work, whoever said that there is joy in an honest days work is kind of an idiot. Thats some puritan bullshit right there. There should be added to that sentence, “There is joy in CHOOSING an honest days work.” If its something you chose to do and not something you are forced to do just to barely get by, then then I can agree with it. But not having that choice I find no joy in hopping on the grindstone every day and scraping away my hours of toil. Its so tedious and dry. I don’t believe life was meant (That is to say if you believe it was “meant” at all) to be spent toiling for existence. There’s no joy in such an existence, at best that excessive toil may grant you the ability to search for or find some joy. But I find no joy in this.
I’m going to go ahead and use the yearning tag on this one, I find that’s what this shit is all truly for, for the build up and yearning, cause that’s part of what humanity is all about. The near mindless yearning for something better, always something better.
How dare you, Sir!
December 8, 2008 – 2:24 pmSo last week I tried to pull up the site and found that my hosting account had been suspended. I had just paid so I was a little bit annoyed. So I fired off an email to 2mhost.com Which I’ve never had any problems with and they fixed it right away and it was a wonderful experience.
Just one little problem with the whole thing: Google Ads. I’m not sure if you are aware, but google ads is a degrading entity. So after emailing my host company and sorting it all out, I noticed at the top of the email this little gem.
The music I play
December 8, 2008 – 2:05 pmToday I picked up my Cherry Red VOS Les Paul Junior, its been quite some time since I plugged it in and rung out a few notes.
When I first taught myself guitar I played a lot of fast power chord progressions. Pretty much any of the heavy chunk of your everyday Rock and Roll or Punk or Power Pop, whatever you wanna call it. The rhythm heavy groove, as long as I had a good melody. I don’t like mindless background rhythm. I enjoy rhythm guitar when its playing a melody. Like soloing with chords. There’s a certain kind of bliss in just unleashing and really playing your instrument. One famous musician was quoted to say, “Attack your instrument, don’t let it attack you.” I assume its the same for most instruments. It’s so much better to play the hell out of it.
Then there is another type of playing which is much more methodical and deliberate. Where you carefully pick which notes you play and plan them out together in a well thought out arrangement. Planning over passion.
Lately however I find when creating music, I prefer a mix of both. When you sit and try to make something good, usually you just end up locked in the mechanics of it all and there’s just no joy in it, its too clinical. But if I take my time to find a set of notes that all sound good together, notes that really set something off and pop in my head. Then I can just start attacking it and mess around and let good music make itself really.
Its funny to me, I listen to a lot of fast and upbeat stuff, yet the music I find myself creating and really enjoying always seems to have a slower quieter pace to it. It all has a melancholy lilt to it. I don’t set out to make it, its just what comes out. I guess it could just be my mood lately, but everything that comes out has a far off, dreamy quality to it. Not what I ever expected to play when I first picked up a guitar, but more and more its the music I prefer to create.
Roaming the wastes
November 16, 2008 – 11:38 amI’ve been playing enough Fallout 3 That I feel if nuclear holocaust really comes, I’ll be totally prepared. So if it happens seek me out and we can roam the wastes together and remake society.
In other news, whats the deal with Ryan? Why is he so lame? Instead of hanging out with me last night he opted to clean his room because the repairman is coming over. Yeah I know what your thinking, “that sounds like some cheesy porno story”, to which I respond, I’m sure it is. I would bet that ryan is at this very moment balls deep in that repair man. Which is totally fine, that I don’t have a problem with, but cleaning your room instead of hanging out with the gipper? (I like to call myself the gipper sometimes cause it makes me laugh and I always picture myself in a fishing hat on a boat. Really I just picture myself as Gilligan and smile to myself.)
If it was any-other person I’d say: “Well sure cleaning your room is always nice.” The thing is though, Ryan’s room is a den of filth. I am 90% sure that 90% of our future diseases are being bred in that room as we speak. I have no doubt that from living in such a room for so many years, Ryan probably has the immune system of a god. I’m pretty sure he could roll around in nuclear waste and uranium and wear plutonium underwear and be totally fine. He should really just burn the place down if he wants to clean it, cause any sane person that walks into that room will be taken aback. Which if you’re interested more in the odd phrase of “taken aback” click on any of the taken aback links.
I did and because of that I learned that “adown” is a real word. Sure its archaic as hell, but I’m gonna bring it back! Hell yeah I’m going to use it all the time. I’m going to go get some orange juice and pour it adown my throat. I suggest you do likewise.
Almost year to the day
November 16, 2008 – 11:25 amSince I started this lovely lovely site. I guess I could do some sort of celebration, I think I’ll settle for a reserved “Wooo..” hahaha yeah that felt nice.
Movies on at 2 AM
October 20, 2008 – 2:17 amAre totally crazy. I flicked on the tv you know because I am bored and there is nothing to do. As the television pops on an the picture comes into focus what do I find? CRAZINESS.
I’m watching some kind of Frankenstein movie, only this time Dr Frankenstein seems to have also brought back to life a girl after he brought back the male monster. It seems to be his wife Elizabeth or a lover. Then he dances with her and seems to still love her and be totally attracted to her, yet she is a mass of wounds and stitches. At one point he is pressing his face against hers as he smells her, as if she isnt reeking of death. I mean shes mostly bald and bleeding. Totally crazy, who makes such things.
At what point do you think “What if Dr Frankenstein resents and detested his original creation because it lead to the death of his wife?” Yeah once he brings her back and they are done dancing, his first monster pops up to claim her, she of course it totally drawn to him and then they dance, at which point he smells her. Which I guess makes sense I mean he probably doesnt smell too well so what does he care. Whats weird is then he tries to kiss her neck, which is also just one big stitched up wound, then she realizes she is a monster and grabs a bottle of something and uses it to light her self on fire.
To top it all off I think Robert Deniro is the male monster, in what frame of mind does Deniro think: “Shitty Frankenstein movie? Hell yeah! Sign me up!”
Its one of those movies so terrible that you can’t look away, a train wreck on film.
Holy shit, I was right it is Deniro it was an honest to god movie, check out the IMDB Page
It is truly amazing that one woman’s story: Mary Shelly which she wrote at the age of 18 and was published in 1818, has become such a success and phenomenon. I can’t imagine how she would have felt if she had known the impact it left hundreds of years later. Can you fathom creating something that will still be read and influential for centuries?