Someone capped a girl when he was in one car and she in another. She is now dead and the car with the shooter has disappeared leaving not much of a description to find it. She was a Fort Worth girl and it happened in Arlington, TX, only a few miles from here and not even as far as Dallas (i.e. at most five or ten miles).
We see this sort of thing happening relentlessly and it's like watching a movie of something which isn't real, if it were then someone would do something about it.
But they don't ... they just give speeches and don't do anything.
So we don't listen to the speeches anymore.
It would be amusing if people ignore Donald Trump tonight but Megyn Kelly would never shut up about it and would become even more insufferable than she has already managed.
Surely there's a word for aggressively trivial.
We don't care. We see the signs and go the other way. The biggest exercise is working out the chords for "Andromeda Weeps" on the keyboard and F# is an odd key for me but I do like odd.
The key for this song wasn't composition by broken keys and that is what forced F minor for "The End of the World" but I wrote "Andromeda Weeps" with these chords about thirty years ago. It's a major dredge of the past to bring it back but this isn't trying to restore something, instead the objective is to make it what it never fully managed to be. I don't feel guilty about dredging because it's not my habit to do that anyway.
It's odd to find the sounds coalescing at this time and not some other but it's for the Necromancer to keep that straight. My job is to keep up.
As I hurdle along trying to keep up with the Necromancer, everything else slips away. I wrote the other day coming to the blog is like slumming without getting dirt on your shoes because that's how remote it's all become. People argue over billions of dollars and I'm trying to get together enough scratch to get some toilet paper so Yevette doesn't freak. There just isn't any connection with that world or really any world.
This is not some fit of despair as Yevette sees generally the same thing and it eats her up because the Internet has an endless capacity to supply bad news. If penguin gets a tummy ache in Riliphuqincold, Alaska, CNN will have it on the news. There's a whirlpool of suck news which draws you into it and the gravity is so strong only the suck news survives. Note: you don't (sob).
(Ed: there are no penguins in Alaska)
Well, see. That's why it's news.
(Ed: that sounded like an elephant joke)
Donald Trump is the elephant joke. I'm talking about penguins.
The nimiety of nonsensical nattering is driving the music strongly. "The End of the World" became more a love song, even if seemingly generic, as it evolved. "Andromeda Weeps" is definitely a love song ... with nuclear missiles. That sounds like a cartoon so it's my job to ensure it isn't one.
I told Cat earlier these are my legacy songs for when the world has better people in it and they don't drive around shooting each other, hating each other, pretending to be things they're not online ... a world of actualized human beings. It shouldn't be that difficult. No-one really wants to fight anyway. Leaders always do so it's simple: get rid of the leaders and everything will stay cool.
So you all get on with getting rid of the leaders and here maybe there will be a third session with this song yet tonight. It's already as much of an obsession as the last one.
We see this sort of thing happening relentlessly and it's like watching a movie of something which isn't real, if it were then someone would do something about it.
But they don't ... they just give speeches and don't do anything.
So we don't listen to the speeches anymore.
It would be amusing if people ignore Donald Trump tonight but Megyn Kelly would never shut up about it and would become even more insufferable than she has already managed.
Surely there's a word for aggressively trivial.
We don't care. We see the signs and go the other way. The biggest exercise is working out the chords for "Andromeda Weeps" on the keyboard and F# is an odd key for me but I do like odd.
The key for this song wasn't composition by broken keys and that is what forced F minor for "The End of the World" but I wrote "Andromeda Weeps" with these chords about thirty years ago. It's a major dredge of the past to bring it back but this isn't trying to restore something, instead the objective is to make it what it never fully managed to be. I don't feel guilty about dredging because it's not my habit to do that anyway.
It's odd to find the sounds coalescing at this time and not some other but it's for the Necromancer to keep that straight. My job is to keep up.
As I hurdle along trying to keep up with the Necromancer, everything else slips away. I wrote the other day coming to the blog is like slumming without getting dirt on your shoes because that's how remote it's all become. People argue over billions of dollars and I'm trying to get together enough scratch to get some toilet paper so Yevette doesn't freak. There just isn't any connection with that world or really any world.
This is not some fit of despair as Yevette sees generally the same thing and it eats her up because the Internet has an endless capacity to supply bad news. If penguin gets a tummy ache in Riliphuqincold, Alaska, CNN will have it on the news. There's a whirlpool of suck news which draws you into it and the gravity is so strong only the suck news survives. Note: you don't (sob).
(Ed: there are no penguins in Alaska)
Well, see. That's why it's news.
(Ed: that sounded like an elephant joke)
Donald Trump is the elephant joke. I'm talking about penguins.
The nimiety of nonsensical nattering is driving the music strongly. "The End of the World" became more a love song, even if seemingly generic, as it evolved. "Andromeda Weeps" is definitely a love song ... with nuclear missiles. That sounds like a cartoon so it's my job to ensure it isn't one.
I told Cat earlier these are my legacy songs for when the world has better people in it and they don't drive around shooting each other, hating each other, pretending to be things they're not online ... a world of actualized human beings. It shouldn't be that difficult. No-one really wants to fight anyway. Leaders always do so it's simple: get rid of the leaders and everything will stay cool.
So you all get on with getting rid of the leaders and here maybe there will be a third session with this song yet tonight. It's already as much of an obsession as the last one.
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