I'm a mean motherfucker now, but I once was cool

I've been listening to a lot of the ol' Jesus and Mary Chain lately. Even their more recent stuff still sounds pretty good, still has that "so angry I'm depressed" mood about it. I think they broke up the night before the last time I saw them. That would certainly have explained their mood that night. Drunk, angry, and playing like it was their last show together. Far as I know, it was.

No special news, no major updates. I'm a little cheesed off at one of my coworkers, who hyped up my current project by saying it's "by the team that wrote the dialogue for Paper Mario" (a good game, and well written, btw) -- now, I had nothing to do with Paper Mario, and I'm doing half the writing. It's just this other guy who's getting all the hyping. I just felt left out and insignificant as a result. Ah, well...

Drinking: I had some kind of Alaskan Amber earlier. It was all right. A little boring. I bought a new red wine at Trader Joe's. I'll try that this weekend, maybe. The guy at the store said to let it breathe for an hour, or else it'll taste like dirty grape juice. I didn't know letting your wine breathe would have so great an impact on the taste, but I'm going to listen to him.

Listening: At work, still--not at home. Today, I burnt through my Bauhaus collection, spent some time in the J&MC, hovered near the Black Rebel Motorcycle Club, dove into Apoptygma Berzerk and Chemical Brothers briefly, and then evened out with a little Radiohead. I barely remember today, I was so wrapped up in work... and yet, I had plenty of time to send out pointless e-mails making a desperate attempt at finding people I liked talking to (since my workmates--nice and intelligent though they are--and I have not too much in common).

Thinking: We go to work and give a third or more of our day to someone else (in exchange for, what, 20 bucks an hour? more? less?), and then we go home. Then, we sit around and watch TV, play on the computer, and feel like we're relaxing because we're not doing anything at all. That's the pattern by which we rob ourselves of our lives. Time to get back out there and DO something. I'm starting small. I'm painting miniatures. It's not much, but it's better than doing nothing at all. Soon, I'll be writing (when the current project is over--now's just not the time). I don't know what I'll be writing, but I'll be doing it. Technically, I'm writing now, but I meant something more labor intensive, something with more thought in it. I want to hammer out a comic-book script for an idea I have. That's right. I have ONE idea. It's not even a very big one, but never mind about that.

Reading: A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius: Dave Eggers; Mind Over Matters: Mike Nelson (of MST3k fame); Bridge of Birds: Harry Hughart or something like that... I've forgotten his name; Halloween Town: Ray Bradbury; DC Archive Collection: Doom Patrol (freakish 60s-era freakshow superheroes). That's a lot. No wonder I'm making no progress.

Well, I guess that's why I've always got the blues...