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No, this isn’t a treatise on evolution. I haven’t even my mother’s (non-evolution-focused, hence “even”) biological doctorate, so I’d be beyond out of my depth on it. Anyway, of course, I’m referring to the adaptation of things like, well, comic books (okay, not “like” them, I mean “actually them”). I’m still watching Arrow, and the truth […]Read More On the nature of adaptation…
I think the nicest part of doing things this new way is that it allows for my extremely incoherent kinds of rambling, leaping from topic to topic as desires warrant. Which is what I’m about to do, of course. I mentioned the onelinedrawing album The Volunteers, recently, but was distracted by the Wombats. I can’t […]Read More Make me into a sincere mess dummkopf hopeless hypocrite
Ah, that frustrating moment where exhaustion starts to take me: I’m feeling like I’ve gotten somewhere with what I’m doing: I’ve got art for all my digital acqusitions (okay, the Floor set has massive work to come behind it, so not exactly…). I’m all set to take pictures of fun stuff, look further into my lovely […]Read More Wouldn’t It Be Nice to Get on With Me Neighbours
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I was just talking to Brian about why I still love Under the Blacklight, despite the anger it incites from standing Rilo Kiley fans (I know a lot of ’em, too…), and the general distaste for Blake Sennett, comparatively. It mostly feeds into my reflexive irk at “Oh, the singer makes the band,”–an unstated but largely […]Read More I Never Felt So Wicked, As When I Willed Our Love to Die
I’m gathering packages at the post office now–practically hording the damned things. The hazard, I suppose, of working the hours and living in the place I do. Three more just got shipped (yay AmRep!), and of course tomorrow is board game night so I STILL won’t be picking them up.¹² Anyway, I’d intended to include […]Read More I had no cares in the 1990s, I knew of no downfalls
And here we have the record haul from Record Store Day: The top row is all new, but not exclusive. The next row is all used, the next is all exclusives, as is the final and then the 10″s. The 7″s are thus: new, exclusive, used. There’s one other used single that I forgot to […]Read More
So, after work Friday, I headed all the way out to Cary (it’s ~3hrs, for the unfamiliar) to hang out with Kyle and sleep on his couch to go out for Record Store Day in an area that actually has record stores in quantity. I stopped at the Winston-Salem FYE (no, I’m not kidding) on the […]Read More Briefly, though, on the (RS)day:
This is the vinyl portion of my takings from Record Store Day yesterday, STILL bagged. I’m ripping the CDs I picked up and listening to the Beach Boys’ Surf’s Up (c’mon Word Press, I know I selected a photo layout, but that doesn’t mean I don’t need italics!) while I do so. I’m hoping to […]Read More So hard to shed the life of before, to let my soul automatically soar…!