Today

Step One:
Wake up at the crack of noon.

Step Two:
Retrieve Coffee. Medium Hot Dark Roast 4/4. If too confusing, settle for Medium Hot Turbo 4/4.

Step Three:
Record for Nine hours.

Step Four:
Enjoy your "day off".

Greetings From Florida

Dear Ken,

Never have a kid until your 29.

Sincerely,
Yourself.

On a side note, things baby Cameron has in common with adult (my roommate) Cameron.

1) They both eat off the floor.
2) If a group of people start jumping around them, excitedly, they get very, very happy.
3) Their poops are very smelly, and squishy.
4) They fall and roll around the floor. Baby's excuse? He doesn't know what he's doing. Adult's? He's drunk.
5) They're almost the same height.
6) They don't have any musical sense when it comes to instruments. Yet baby Cameron has an edge over him.
7) They both have a friend named Joe who talks to them in baby talk. (Excuse for Adult Cameron? Joe Calvitto is drunk)
8) If it was their call, they'd both be running around naked, all the time, everywhere.

I mean this all in jest of course, but god damn. These two have some odd things in common.

Yes, I know I haven't had anything interesting to say recently.

I Have Strength To Carry You

It's midnight and my roommate is in his room listening to country. Luckily for me I have some Porcupine Tree to help me survive this. Honestly, people always joke about how bad country is but I don't think anyone actually knows how bad it truly is. Before I put on my headphones to escape this misery I actually tried to give a couple songs a good listen. Ya know, think about the lyrics, the music, what the theme is, etc. But in the end, it's shit, There isn't an ounce of creatively in it.

Anyways, moving forwards:

Good old Jimbo at work loaned me some Rush. And not just a couple albums, pretty much the whole god damn back catalog. It's odd being so excited that he's excited that I like Rush. That dude fucking delivers when you ask to borrow a couple albums. Hot damn. I'm only 1/2 through the catalog that he lent me but I'm pushing through it all. I never thought I'd be a Rush fan, but low and behold, here I am.

This is a very progressive spring for me so far. Opeth, Porcupine Tree, Rush, and even Nine Inch Nails (Ok, industrial) has been at the top of my playlists lately. Perhaps I'm destined to be a prog head?

Ah, fuck it. I don't always have the patience for 20 minute songs involving 50 instruments and effects. At times it's nice to listen to that quick and dirty death/thrash metal song.

And on a non-music related note. I beat GTA4 after 6 days of release, and 4 days of dedicated playing. That game is still breath taking every time I pick it up. Seriously, GTA4 = It prints money.

Like A Female's Labia

I said that I love (eternal schemes)
I cling to my past (like childish dreams)
I promised to stay (and held my grief)
I went far away

New Opeth songs. Oh. My. Fucking. God. I'm not gonna lie, I was a bit worried about Ghost Reveries. It was a great album but I feared their progression from there on out. But these two new songs?

Mikael sings to your soul man.

Wii

The Wii is an awesome invention. Ask many people these days who stood outside until 7 AM if they enjoy their Wii they'll probably say,

"Yeah, but I don't play it much"

But god damn. Those games that come out for it are so fun. You can't help but smile during a whole Wii run.

When You Were Shouting At The Devil

High school grades, what girl you were going out with, who your friends were, what you did after school... shit. They were right. None of that really matters anymore.

Here I am now sitting in an apartment, paid for by me, about to play a video game system, paid for by me, on a nice couch, handed down from one party environment to the next. I make enough to enjoy my life, but would love to make more. I have a good amount of close friends, but not as much as I did. And a job I honestly care for, but not in the proper environment most would associate that with idea with.

And yet I never once, since 2005, needed to know how to properly read a meniscus.