Tuesday, January 02, 2007

I'm alive.

I'm still alive, scout's honour.

Wait, scouts have honour? This is news to me.

(To all of you BSAers out there...aw, who'm I shitting, I'm not sorry. And stop sharing an acronym with these fascist cocksuckers.)

In case you hadn't figured out yet, I'm also still the same old me.

So two months go by and what happens in the life of Aidan?

Well, lots, but little you'll likely care about.

Holidays were good, I got a mountain of sci-fi books and various sundry caffeinated drinks in the form of miniature bags of coffee and an assortment of teas.

Among the reading material were a number of works by Gaiman and Stephenson to whom, were their first names spelt alike, I would lovingly refer as "The Ne(a|i)ls." Alas, their names are spelt differently, and this vexes me. I find it vexing. Vexatious. Vexsome even. I know it isn't--shut up.

I've been working more on Apotheosis, work which currently consists chiefly of scrawled notes and stream-of-consciousness let's-get-this-shit-down-on-paper-before-I-Alzheimer-it-into-oblivion upchucking of notions, fancies and musings into a small, black and rather unremarkable notebook I picked up from the art store on...State and Jackson, I think.

The new job has been progressing nicely. I really don't want to write too much about it for fear of hexing it, but it's a thousand times better than the library could ever dream of being in just about every conceivable way. And to think I was once berated for ragging on Microsoft in the office. You oughta hear these guys. It's like George Carlin meets Dennis Miller meets Richard Stallman. Then you put them all in a blender and watch the result crank out some COBOL code. Comedians + Coders: Will It Blend?

In other news I hear the RIAA is suing AllOfMP3.com. This is priceless. We now have the most hated organization in the US going head to head with...drum roll, please...the Russian Mafia. Popcorn, anyone?

Okay, enough worldliness and awareness of socio-political and/or commercial goings-on, let's get back to the part where I talk about myself like the egocentric sonuvabitch I am.

Spent New Year's weekend with Journey, who has just returned from her trip to California. We watched probably 24 hours worth of the X-Files, talked science, talked school, talked nonsense, talked everything. Did dinner at Chicago Pizza on Saturday (Her idea, no less. Remind me to find the cynical bastard who said perfect love doesn't exist and shit-beat him within an inch of his...oh, wait, that was me. Crap.) and walked around Lincoln Park for awhile. Sunday we opted to stay home as crowds would be lunatic as they are wont to often be at these festiv-cities. That's festivities in the city. Stop throwing rotten vegetables at me. Anyway, it was nice with just the two of us, a bottle of bubbly, and the hollow shell of what used to be decent TV coverage of the (Bill) NYE (the Science Guy) events.

I suppose it's another testament to the sad state of USian culture that New Year's celebratory concerts and events that once consisted of rock 'n' roll and good jazz are now mostly drunken orgies of horrid pop "music" and inebriated twentysomethings or vacationing college coeds trying to show more flesh than is entirely necessary on TV before the network censors catch it. Yeah, we saw that bit at the Coyote Ugly too. While I'm all for appreciation of the human form, for godsakes, show your goodies to the right people for the right reasons with the right blood alcohol content.

Blah blah walked to school uphill pouring rain Dad beat us if we talked out of turn.

Damn kids, get off my lawn.

Anyway, general lameness of TV coverage notwithstanding, it was the best New Year's I've had in quite a while. It's nice to finally have someone to kiss when the ball drops and with whom I can enjoy my genuinely Happy New Year. Here's to 2007, and if you're reading, Journey, here's to you.

(p.s. *Chomp* Clam gotcha. :-P )

Now the random tidbits that usually pertain to filmed fiction.

"Dexter" is a great show for those who like dark humour.

I finally saw "The Fountain" about a month ago. It was/is nothing short of amazing. If you have any means whatsoever, see it.

Inland Empire comes out this month, or so I last heard. On top of that, it seems Lynch has written a (nonfiction) book. I must read it. It's worth it just to hear what a guy like that is thinking.

Okay, think that about wraps it up for tonight. See you folks soon.

2 Comments:

Blogger Lady J said...

Hey there, long time, no talk!

What books by Master Gaiman, pray tell? Please tell me you'll be reading American Gods. That book is intellectually orgasmic. Come to think of it, most of Neil's stuff is.

Just started reading Quicksilver by Neal Stephenson. Looks promising, very promising.

New Years was fun for me, as well (though certainly not as romantic as yours). :D

5:02 PM  
Blogger Aidan Novastral said...

I got American Gods and Anansi Boys by Gaiman, and Quicksilver and Zodiac by Stephenson. I also nabbed for myself "At the Mountains of Madness" by HP Lovecraft, but I'm not sure if that's your style.

Anyway, does your sister still need me to work on her computer? I'm free any evening this week and next.

9:33 PM  

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