Hello, friends. Here lies the blog INFDL. Let us considerate it partly to mostly dead from the beggining so as to achieve two goals:
Goal #1- To immediately lower expectations. As a chronic underachiever (and horrible speller/typist as you will soon enough find out), I sometimes find it difficult to, what's the word... "function". In fact, I sometimes find it difficult to, oh, what's the word... "wipe properly". You get the rather vivid picture. I'm a class A certified raised-in-the-Clinton-years ninny, to borrow a phrase from Grandpa. Just don't expect me to be the next Ken Layne or Glenn Reynolds, folks. To illustrate this issue plainly; I've been typing through an entire episode of Small Wonder and have only gotten this far (more on that crazy robot daughter later). In short: cut me some slack, Marv.
Goal#2- To set a bleak and sorry tone. That may not sound very sexy, but I tend to enjoy very sorry and dark things. A few examples: the night (it's 1:00 Am MST, time for lunch), seclusion, fevers, remote and empty spaces, "falling" dreams, Miles Davis's "electric" period (thanks to Scott McFarland) , running in blizzards, the harmonic minor scale, the Hungarian minor scale, Slayer, so on and so forth.
A few non-examples: the Cure, the Cure's fans, the plague, the Chomsky, club foot, Linkin Park (more on those clowns later), the Whole-Tone scale, Aranofsky's shit movies, Belguim --the whole lot 'em, so on and so forth.
So you can gather that we're in for a late night. But one thing's for certain; ADHD mixed with bourbon, weed and computers means: a messed up computer, some strange music and, if I'm lucky, a young Mexican bride before Dawn.