Mediums

First off, I would like to announce that I am in the process of drafting a few blogs that will be posted periodically eventually. One is super epic and I've mentioned it once. It's a long list of films I've watched on Netflix and my commentary/review of each. I've only just now finished the list which, to be quite honest, gets additions almost daily. Currently there's 88 films. So now I have to go in and write what I think about them. It'll be ridiculously long, but fun. Where do I get this idea that I have to tell you guys everything? Heh, I just like sharing some of my experiences and especially those of films and novels. Another major series of blogs are photos I've taken over the last fall that I have complettttely failed to share. They are all of events that I participated in during that season, which was a lot. Because I took so many photos and I don't feel like being cheap and leaving so many out, I have to break the post up into several individual posts. It takes forever to upload them all as well. So there's exciting things coming.

I had some sort of sexual dream today, don't remember it aside from that it involved being a sex slave. Not even sure if I was the slave or I had one. Definitely inspired by a couple interesting films I watched last night which I will soon write about.

As I was driving home tonight "Let's Get It On" came on the radio [yeah, my CD player is still broken]. And an instant jumble of mental ponderings came about. I imagined what an insane job it would be to count all the songs about sex in, well, American history at least. And I would completely fail to even begin to try that, particularly for older songs. I may have a hell of a dirty mind but at the same time I'm still pretty naive or just plain oblivious. My over-analytic mind can create a dozen interpretations simultaneously of one thing. I also especially don't understand or know many old sayings. Those are things in social culture that I don't pick up very well.

My mind is still in overdrive. However, I now only feel like talking about things I only need to briefly talk about.

Oh, but back to my naive/oblivious self, I don't even know when or if I'm flirting half the time. It's part of my nature, really. I'm slowly still realizing that.

A couple months ago I seriously considered shaving my head. This was for two or three overlapping reasons. First of all, I've always wanted to shave my entire head. It will happen sometime in my life regardless. Then I was experiencing a break up, and then the intense experience of my brother's overdose. These two major events made me want to take control of my life somehow, which often takes place in my physical appearance. I get bored with my hair fairly often, I just get bored period. But I really even wanted to do it as some sort of tribute to my brother. He quit drugs and alcohol completely, changed his life. I wanted to have some sort of external change/sacrifice to recognize his efforts. I am aware of some traditions of various cultures where cutting hair is a form of grieving. It's similar. But now that I'm doing great in that aspect, I'm very grateful I didn't cut my hair. Although I did desire the change, I was turned off by the idea of having normal non-dreaded hair and the maintenance involved in that. I think that's what essentially stopped me. I love dread maintenance, it makes me happy. In the end, I ultimately desperately want long dreads. I think they are absolutely gorgeous. Mine have changed so much in their 20 months of existence. They are so much longer and thicker and unique. I love them and enjoy having them very much. So hopefully I can stick it out for awhile.

 

Below is evidence of my crappy old laptop that actually still works fairly well...somehow.
Behold the blogging station!

It's a beauty ain't it?! To the bottom left is the rubbed off paint due to the mini mouse I used to use in that location. There's my missing keys, which now the 'L' is gone too. Yeah...I need a new one.

To finish off, I will show you a picture that excites me. Trent Reznor and Atticus Ross recently won an Oscar for their work creating The Social Network soundtrack. So here is a photo of Christian Bale and Reznor at the Oscars, both bearded and fucking awesome. The caption of the photo on the site where I found this said "Jesus Bale died for your NINs." Oh sweet photo glory...Ok, gotta stop drooling.