Smoky Breakfast Cereal

The more I listen to music, the more I diversify my tastes, digging deeper through the strata of time and tunes and the more I try and take it everywhere with me, the more I realize my dependence on the thing. I’m sure it’s not normal in some way that is properly abnormal. I don’t know if it’s still just me enjoying the entertainment or if it’s reached a level where it has become my protective cocoon, god and crystal ball all in one.

I see ordinary people everyday, doing ordinary things and going about their ordinary business. What drives them? Is it the work? Friends? Lovers? Family? Money? Or is there something else that can drive you to go about your life without feeling the crushing weight of monotony and habit on your shoulders? I have no idea about this. Maybe it’s the same with everybody and maybe it isn’t. During school years, studies were the only thing that mattered. Anyway, those were small years and I was still a small person, so they can be neglected. The next few years were only about friends and losing them, before the tryst with song began. Now I can hardly remember what my life was like without music on my mind. One would think I’m some sort of musician by the way that I’m going on about all this, but I must urge you to believe that I can no more play a musical instrument than Vin Diesel can do a quarter mile in 10 seconds. And he can’t!

It’s more than frightening to think that although I often speak about how free I am, not tied down by the normal social restrictions that seem to bind most, I am being manipulated. By the music. My very attitude, my rules to live by, the kind of people that I’m attracted to; I would like to think that these have all been choices born of a free mind, but they haven’t. It’s like a vivid, never ending advertisement in my head with plenty of booze and a blonde in a bikini licking whipped cream off herself… in a boat. Buy the friggin’ boat!!! And I’m constantly buying it.

Without music, what have I got left? Blank, white, black… whatever you want to call the endless void. Life is pretty darn empty when the only things that take up your un-sleeping time are work and computer games (Women? Hah! Unreliable notion). But I do see a lot of people who live with that… and less. Which brings me back to my original point: How do they do it? How do you live through your days with your only driving force being the will to get along in the world?
There comes a time when you simply have to grow up and you need to get your kicks from everyday life, instead of depending on drink and heavy metal.
I haven’t reached that time yet, I think, so for now I will just have to be content knowing that I’m secretly not as much in control as I’d like to be.


I’ve watched E! interviews just like anybody reading this post may have too, where every interviewee tries to be cute and/or witty and sometimes both. I don’t mind that people want to interview them, that’s forgivable, heck you can come and interview me and I wouldn’t complain much. But then they have to go and say something asinine like “I had a blast right through the filming!” Now why would they do that?! Are they trying to rub in the fact that they’re getting paid in wagons for nothing more than controlling their facial contortions? I didn’t buy a ticket to see you have fun asshole! That’s what I’m here for! Now let’s see some good old fashioned, hard acting… injuries on the set, strenuous workouts to get in shape, doing your own stunts. That’s what I paid to see, not some pussified bastard cavorting and giggling with the leading lady who by the way used a body double in scenes which required her to stand up on the back of a speeding motorcycle.
If you’re not going to inspire us with a show of dedication to your work, who else will we look to?
Earning merely a fraction of what you get isn’t nearly enough motivation y’know.

Three unwritten laws of the Indian road:
1. If there is a one way street, traffic will go the wrong way.
2. No matter how broken, no matter how choked, no matter how narrow a road is, it can always get worse.
3. If you give way to a lady, you’ll have to give way to the three men who squeeze in after her too.

There are many who will read this and go, “Well, duh!” To them I say, “Yes, but I posted it on my site first, so you just keep walking, bitch!”

Zooey Deschanel is my new favourite cute thing. More than my new mp3 player even.