So I'm still using my computer fifteen minutes or a half-hour at a time. I'll be bringing it to someone more qualified tomorrow. That's my only mission for this weekend: to hand my problems off to someone who's more qualified for the job. Interpret that as you wish.

...know how I might fix my computer? At random intervals, the motherboard seems to shut down though the fan is still running and the read light on my CD-RW drive on solidly. I'd guess it has something to do with the power supply or the connection thereof, but I don't know. Anyone got any clues about this or places I might ask?

About the lack of substantial updates: it doesn't just happen with you, my web audience. I know there are people who read my journal who have never met me, but I'm not hiding anything from you. All the posts I've made in the last few months have been completely public ( Read more... )

I have found no news to report. Again, I ask if this is my fault.

It's struck me that the restructuring of Interscope was not the only reason why the Dismemberment Plan didn't really fully make it to the mainstream. They got dropped after having completed what was, essentially, a transitional album that happened to be utterly fantastic, but not quite saleable. The thing is, they were, in addition to being ( Read more... )

It's hard to make progress reports when you can't tell if you're actually making progress or just not slipping backwards.

How are you all?

According to a news blurb in the latest Rolling Stone, the governor of Florida will likely sign into law a bill decriminalizing the use of lethal force by ordinary citizens in situations where it is deemed necessary.

Spiral, meet downward motion.

Don't get me wrong. Fantasies can be great. They can allow us to experience the outlandish while staying firmly rooted in practicality, even if only in our minds. I can believe that I've got a million dollars while working a minimum-wage-plus commission job, just so long as I also tell myself that I'm not going to spend it. For a creative ( Read more... )

I have a lot to do. Life doesn't ever become less busy and complicated for me, or anyone, it seems. I'm now working two jobs: Guitar Center and part-time live sound at a bar with a cobbled-together sound system. It's going all right, but I have a daily debate as to whether or not the extra money is worth the extra time in my schedule. In the ( Read more... )

I've come to the realization that I've isolated myself quite well in this city of millions. My phone doesn't ring, nor does it call out. My e-mail inbox lies dormant, yearning for sweet data transfer. I need to reach out and touch someone. Everyone. If you're reading this, contact me. I miss you.