Status Update

The landlord called the other day, to find out why we're still in the apartment. We have a grace period of a couple of weeks, but after that it's moving-in-with-the-boyfriend's-parents time. I don't know what I'll do if it comes to that. Hide in the basement, I suspect.

What happened to the Really Great Place? Fell through. Someone else got their papers in before us. This is depressing. But it's okay. We found another really nice place. But then the guy who was selling it vanished off the face of the earth and stopped replying to emails. This is also depressing. At this point I've shifted my mindset away from "Find a really nice place" to "Find a place that has walls." All other things (niceness, floors, access to the rest of the town/city/country/planet, alien molestation from the attic-dwellers) that make apartment living worthwhile? Optional by now. Don't care anymore.

Writing is proving impossible. The job I once counted as my dream job is now making me cringe and whine. That's depressing too. How does that happen? How do I fix it? My brain feels fried to a crisp and I think my imagination died a month or six ago. That, I care about, but I don't know quite what to do about it.

I'm really tired and really drained for no good reason whatsoever. I'm sorry if I've come off as brusque or short with anyone. I really don't intend to. I'm snapping at everyone including the boyfriend and I feel like crap about it, but I feel like crap in general too. This needs to be over. When it is, I'll get out of this nosedive and things will come back together. I really believe this.

Meanwhile, for lack of more entertaining content, I'll post some links. Have a hunk of the contents of my 'bookmarks' file. Enjoy.

Depeche Mode does The Sims 2:
In Simlish, no less.

Sci-Fi Cover Explorer
Old pulp sci-fi magazines in a big ol' jumble. I want to -read- the solemnly-presented "The Moving Finger". Been staring at this a lot lately. Also, somewhere off to the left you can find "Planet of the Knob-Heads", which made me giggle helplessly for entire minutes. Great images on some of those magazines, but... knob heads. Hee.

Infiltration Magazine
The Magazine About Going Places You Shouldn't. I liked this enough to buy the "Access All Areas" book. I wish I had this kind of explorative spirit. I'd like to poke my nose into some abandoned buildings back in Maryland.

Speaking of Sci-Fi...

The Free SF Database ...This is really just waiting for me to feel good enough to go through it.

I May Not Like Art...

But I do know that the latest Transformers comic book series is going to have me whimpering like a puppy. Hearts of Steel looks to be a sort of steam-retro Transformers. Megatron has NEVER looked so cool, but Shockwave and Bumblebee are my picks for squee-worthy designs.

That's it for now, folks. 'Til next time.

Utter Lack of Context Radio

It comes to mind that between various tracks from 'The Neverhood' and 'Skullmonkeys and Boombots', Caramba's "Hubba Hubba Zoot Zoot" and their other songs, the various Sims soundtracks, the Panzer Dragoon vocal songs and so on, it would be easily possible to play an entire long -block- of music that means nothing at all in any language. I like this idea. Music for people who like vocal music but who don't like all those pesky connotations and mental links and layers of meaning. Depending on how you define "means nothing at all", people like Beck might qualify. Depending on how you define "stripped connotations and layers of meaning", things like Dictionarokie might qualify.

Help me along this line of thought, folks. Music with made up/nonsense lyrics, or music where it's really just an english/Japanese/spanish salad of contextless joy. I like stuff like that.

(Why do I feel like I could just title this post "jaeix! Report In!"? Uh. Ahem.)

"Greetings, Starfighter!"

I am almost afraid to download and play this. I hope it's fun.