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Reading: Still reading Claw and Conciliator
Listening to: Today, I've got Morphine's Bootleg: Detroit, Muzlimgauze's Arab Quarter, the Stone Roses Remix Album, the Toy Dolls' Dig That Groove Baby, and some of the bands I mentioned in the post below.
Browsing: the Warren Ellis Forum still. It's a nice community, dedicated to improving comics and chatting about "stuff."
Drinking: vile concoction containing Swiss Miss with Marshmallows, two containers of Half and Half that didn't require refrigeration (*shudder*), coffee, and water.
Thinking: Nothing coherent. What, you think I can still string together two thoughts when I've got that much sugar and caffeine in my system?

On an interesting aside, I had to take a pre-employment drug screening test for Nintendo this morning. I don't know why, but it worried me that the orderly said "Good luck!" on my way out. Is 'luck' a factor in drug tests? Should I be worried?

Okay, so I've been more mopeygoth than perkygoth lately. Heck, I don't think I really qualify for even baseline goth these days, so maybe I ought to redefine my self-image. There's a lot of khaki involved, but not to the degree that our fine militiamen boast. Lots of disturbing electronic music, too: muzlimgauze, haujobb, wumpscut, and the ever-classic skinny puppy, to name a few. But then there's the morphine, the tom waits, the pogues... how would they fit in? Ah, well. I guess it doesn't matter. Maybe the point is that I've finally stopped classifying myself (although to be honest, I never really bothered... the closest I ever came was "crypto-cyber-industri-goth." And that wasn't very close).

Anyway, I've been moping about my upcoming move away from friends and family, but I feel better now. Dunno why. Maybe it's the swiss miss with marshmallows I mixed into my coffee this morning. I hope not. It seems to have swollen my sinuses, and I don't think I want to repeat this experiment again. Jury duty later this week. Fortunately, I still come off as superior, elitist, and intellectual to strangers, and lawyers HATE intellectuals. They notice stuff. Holes in arguments, for example. I don't expect I'll be chosen, and I think I'll just consider jury duty an opportunity to play with my portable electronics: handsprings, mp3 players, game systems, oh, and I'll read some books.

There's yer update. now piss off.
more later.