Jem

...is an amazing artist. Well, maybe not amazing. It depends on your frame of reference.

My frame is strict, really, but I have a high, high tolerance for lady singers. Don't take this the wrong way; generally, I accept them, no questions asked. I can't get enough Chrissie Hynde, especially when her voice, even in Pretenders Mode II, comes over the speakers at work (these are great songs regardless, if you accept that they're cut of a particularly different band). Milla Jovovich has cut one of my favorite albums to date, and I listen to a lot of critically-regarded material. I'm not trying to establish the dominance of my opinion, by any means. But I'd like to think that it counts, even if only a little. We'd all like to think that.

Currently, this post is fulfilling a couple of objectives. I want to write here, indifferent to the fact that no one is reading. I had a conversation today with one of the bar regulars, a "writer" some ten years' my senior, who teaches art history now, I think, and claims that writer's block has stifled his blogspot career. I refuse to believe, in the liberal medium that is available here, that writer's block (is this spelled correctly?) can dampen anybody as much as general boredom seems to, especially if one is receiving little or no feedback on his/her posts. Very frustrating.

I've had a couple of beers in me, which kills inhibition and promotes the ease of writing nothing. I'll try to keep a relatively uninteresting post short, but humor me by reading with some peculiarly interested voice. It's called, "willing suspension of disbelief," I think, and it works quite well.

3.) Ever try to type with a cigarette fixed between your middle and index fingers? It's a challenge, and a romantic one at that. The guys who do it in movies make it look like a breeze, but you're in danger of burning something, yourself or your keyboard, and classes don't review the dexterity necessary to make it work, only practice. Try it sometime.

And listen to Jem, if you get the chance. She won't change your life, but she'll mellow it just a bit.

I don't know about Lovely and I, call this the "drunken rant" bit. I Love her, but apparently not enough. I met a fellow adventurer tonight whose advice was, "better to know yourself first," which is I believe the very philosophy that I and my particular, significant other struggle over. But this woman's married at nineteen, so she must have had a hell of a headstart.

Cigarettes, homemade beer, online gaming, troubled loves, Led Zeppelin, Jem, buzz-to-drunkeness, typing with a handicapped right, class in a few hours, do-it-yourself...

something else I'll change later...