I've been crying a bit more than usual lately. I suppose that might seem a strange way to start off an entry; I should state right away that there's nothing wrong with me. I'm not depressed, nothing horrible has happened; I can't imagine being more contented, really. But for some reason, my emotions seem closer to the surface than even usual. The ( Read more... )

Lazy days are still a new experience for me. We were never big ones for taking time off as a band; we didn’t want to become one of those awful groups who recluse themselves in castle towers or fjordian caves for two years at a time, emerging with our faces wrapped in cloth just long enough to give over our latest long-delayed, heavily-retooled ( Read more... )

It's an uncommon thing, this idea of electronic journaling. I suppose those of you who've been doing it for some time are a bit tired of people pontificating about it, so I'll keep this fairly short. I suppose I should comment more but it seems so intrusive. There are all these people's lives parading in front of me, a dizzying array of wants and ( Read more... )

I'm a big fan of skunks. Jonny's groaning right now but it's all his fault anyway. First of all, they're very handsome animals. White contrasted with basic black? Top class. Also, they're a relaxed bunch. Not for them the hustle and bustle of modern life; no, sir. Skunks' top speeds are estimated at six miles an hour. They're confident blokes; they ( Read more... )

I don't understand people. That may sound like a terribly trite observation, but I assure you it's as heartfelt as they come. I don't get why they do the things they do, or what they hope to accomplish. I can't work out why people don't just want to find someone to spend time with and have a good conversation and a cup of tea and call it an ( Read more... )

Edvard Munch's The Scream was stolen from the museum named after him in Oslo yesterday. Armed robbers entered the facility during business hours and forcibly took it off the wall and out of the building. The painting is so expensive, they can't even get insurance for it; it's far too recognizable to ever be safely sold on the black market. There's ( Read more... )

Well, Damon is upset because he feels people are talking about sex far too much. I may be the only one who agrees with him, but that's because nine times out of ten, conversations about sex make me feel about the same as other people feel about discussing the consistency of chewed eyeballs. So in the interest of changing the subject, this update ( Read more... )

I almost had a fucking heart attack two days ago. Noah was running around the study while I was messing about on the computer, and he started to crawl on top of this other chair, this wooden thing that's got wheels on it. And just as I was calling out to him to get down, the bloody thing tipped over and landed right on him. I just about pissed ( Read more... )