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As I have no one near me to talk about this with, y'all get to read me dithering on about something you probably don't care about.

So. The new Chiodos single has been on the intertubes for a few days. Color me skeptical. The boys of Chiodos are great musicians, don't get me wrong, but when a band loses the lyricist/vox, it makes me wary. The few live clips I've seen with the new vocalist (Brandon) haven't impressed me, but he was still performing songs that Craig wrote. And, whether you like Craig or not, you have to admit he has a range I'd dare to say is unique. But, and I think I even said this to Cassy, it seemed like if Brandon found his own feet within the band, they could still probably make some pretty rad music.

Now, cut to tonight. I'm feeling brave. I listen to the song.

It's good. It sounds like Chiodos. But... it's not Craig singing. And I knew he wouldn't be, but still. It just sounds wrong in a way. I'm pretty sure that people who didn't get into Chiodos when Craig was around will dig the shit out of it. Probably a lot of people who DID like them before will still dig the shit out of it. I know I would have liked it a helluva lot more if I hadn't been waiting for a different vocalist to pop in at any moment.

All that said, I want to hear the rest of the album. I've loved this band for over four years, and I really don't want my run with them to be over. I'm already pissed off that I'll never again hear Craig belting out "Baby You Wouldn't Last a Minute on the Creek" live. I don't want to lose them because of this vocal change.

I really don't think I can ever go see them live again though. It would take this album being fucking mindblowingly, orgasm-inducingly good. Because Brandon is not the frontman that Craig was. And I don't want to see him performing the old songs. I don't think he can do it as well. But, I could be wrong. Perhaps someday I'll see them live, and I'll eat these words. Until then, that's my story and I'm sticking to it.

*phew* That felt good to get out.

go me!

this will be very brief, as my normal internet is down due to the storm so i'm posting from my phone. just sharing the joy that i finished the first draft of my 2008 NaNo novel! i'm very excited and proud of myself. ok, enough bragging. to bed.

oh today....

Today, thus far, has been a rough day. I didn't fall asleep until after 5am. I was awoken, launched out of sleep, by a crazy incest dream, at 11am, and I fear I'll never sleep again, in case that dream ever happens again. Then, after waking up to a shock like that, I proceeded to have to converse online with two exes who both appear to still be in love with me. Fucking great, eh?

I love my life sometimes.

this is new

i am totally posting from my phone. cuz i'm that cool. but really i'm in the orange county airport waiting for a flight to SFO where i will get on another plane to philadelphia for my grandmother's funeral. will post more later, just wanted to see if my new phone could do this.

I feel silly

I'm getting soft in my old age, haha. Books and movies never used to make me cry. It seems to be happening more and more lately. The last time I re-read LotR, I cried when Aragorn arrives at the Battle of Pelennor in the ships, and for the first time he flies his standard as the king of Gondor. I cried through the entire first episode of Season 4 of LOST, and a little bit in the next episode also [no spoilers from me, no sir, in case any of you are behind also]. Me and my mom cried together in Across the Universe. And now, I just had a nice cry thanks to the book Fool's Errand. I blame Cassy for two of these things, LOST and the Robin Hobb book. *shakes head*

I actually went back and re-read my NaNo novel... and it's really not as awful as it could be. I'm still not sure where I'm going next, but it feels nice to know that I got a decent start to a novel in that frantic, insane month. Just need to keep pressing on. I think once I'm done with the trilogy I'm currently reading, and the book I got for Valentines Day, it's back to novel time hard core. Especially since I'm current on all the shows that are on stations I get. I just started season 2 of The Tudors, but I don't get Showtime anyway so I can be behind on that one.

Well, I'm either going to go do the dishes or [more likely] start the next book. Toodles.


The icon says it all. Bask in the glory.

Honestly, I'm really proud of myself. When I tried to do this in 2006 it was epic fail after about a page. I'm on page 71 (with tiny margins and single spaced, with an extra space between paragraphs), successfully crossed the 50k mark, and I still have story to write. Not tonight though. Tonight is for celebrating.


Fucking writers block.

I've only written about 300 words in the past couple days. I'm supposed to write another 9000 words in the next 49 hours. And I have work, and need to sleep. Crap.

I worked 3am to noon today... not as crazy as I was expecting. I helped with the items that had limited quantities, and it was really chill. Just checking people's receipts and stuff.

Okay, guess I should stop complaining and try to bust out some words. Or maybe sleep.


I reallllllly don't want to go to work right now. Tonight, we work from 3:30 pm to midnight, in preparation for Black Friday. Not fun.

Yeah, so that whole novel writing thing... it's been up and down. A couple times I've been ahead of the scheduled word count by a day or more. Lately, I've been thousands of words in the pit. Right now, I have a hair over 41,100. I should have about 43,400 by the end of the night to be on track. That's not too bad, I guess, unless you factor in how many other things I'm supposed to do between now and the end of November. The only day I have off from work is tomorrow, and we're cooking Thanksgiving here, so I'll have time to write, but not loads and loads of it. But I have faith in myself, I know I can do it. I just anticipate having to caffeine myself up on Sunday and bust out a whole bunch to cross the finish line.

I don't know how I'm still hungry. I ate a whole box of macaroni and cheese like an hour ago, but it didn't even make a dent in my stomach. I don't get it. Maybe I'll con Scott into driving me to work so we can get food on the way, because I doubt I have time to get it myself. Who knows. I do know that it's going to suck to not get dinner until like eight tonight, due to my work schedule. I'm going to be ready to tear someone's arm off and start gnawing away by that point.

Ah, well. To scavenge the kitchen I go, then to work.
I discovered why I've been having such a hard time these last few months. It's because I wasn't writing.

I'm doing National Novel Writing Month, so it's forcing me to sit down and throw everything I've got at the screen. And you know what? It's the best I've felt in a long long time.

I'm sure I'll be back soon to bitch and moan about the trials of this stupid NaNoWriMo thing, but for now, I feel good, so back to my working I go.

october is here... odd

So this is probably a first ever. I'm feeling a bit pensive, a bit chatty, so I figure the interwebs are a good a place as any to talk to my friends. Guess what? No one is online. Anywhere. No MSN (which I never really use anymore anyway, but it was worth a shot), no MySpace, no Gmail chat. I think that's the first time that's ever happened. I guess that's because it's 12:13 on a Thursday morning as I write this.

I got The Graveyard Book yesterday. It made me remember yet again why I love Neil Gaiman so much. I'm going to see him speak on Monday!! His book tour stops in Santa Monica and I am so there. I missed him touring for Anansi Boys. Not making that mistake twice.

It's really been a weird past couple weeks. Right now I just want someone to sit out here with me and talk. And I don't want it to be either of the boys I live with. I want someone from before them, someone who knows who I was before I was in this relationship. I really want to hang out with Cory, just me and him, because I haven't done that in forever. But he's busy all the time and I know Scott likes me to be around when he's home in the evenings. So whatever, ya know?

Haha, the temperature is dropping a little as I'm sitting out here and I think it's dewing a little bit, because my touchpad on my lappy is getting hard to work with. That's odd.

I feel like I've made no real progress on anything in the past ten months. Since finishing my BA I've gotten a dead end job, and that's really about it. Same apartment, same point in my relationship, same roommate. I don't excercise more than I used to, I've stopped with the cutting bad things from my eating habits. I'm not sure exactly what I want to be different, but it seems like I'm paused. No, not even paused. Regressing, in a way. I thought my degree would change everything, but it hasn't. Sucks, haha. *shrug*

I think I may have a bit of a story in me yet. I'm going to attempt that.



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