Sun rising, birds chirping, family strife....aah! Morning!
It's like death and taxes, really. I mean, it's not really like death, in the sense that death, ultimately, at least according to some crazy wacko Howard Hughes-types, might actually be overcomeable. I guess it's more like taxes. Unless you happen to be really wealthy with a good tax lawyer. So, I guess it's really more certain than either death or taxes. Anyway, every once in awhile, my sister gets enough juice in her system to yell and scream at my dad, usually involving something or other that my dad said that was perhaps a little insensitive, perhaps involving his recent divorce from my Mom.
This latest one was particularly bad, though. My sister actually declared that my father was no longer her father. And she went out of her way to include me in on the conversation, which made me a little pissed-off, it's really none of my damn business, and even if it was, I am just enough of a coward to attempt to extricate myself by any means necessary. In conclusion, my sister and father are both being stupid, and they're at each others' throats once again. It's like death and taxes. Or, at the very least, it's like bad TV. Inevitable.
This, of course, led me to get stinking drunk at school. Why did I do this? Why did I have that much beer in that little time? Of course, alcohol has a tendency to turn me from him into him, but still. At school? Come on. That's for after hours. And around the ladies. Anyway, off topic. The thing is, it really ruined my day. My sister included me on this rancid email she sent to my dad and his new wife, and I didn't get it until first thing yesterday morning. First stinkin' thing. Ugh. Another thing I have to deal with.
I've been feeling pretty stressed out lately about not getting much work done. It seems like I haven't really gotten anything substantive done in a while, although that's not really true. I've written a few papers, but I haven't really been reading much and I haven't done all that much work on my dissertation. Though a first draft is finished, I don't know where to start in correcting it. It would probably be a good idea to sharpen the stuff my committee hasn't seen yet, but then again, that's the stuff that I think ultimately needs the least sharpening. The other stuff is way off, and will have to be recast in a major way. Why am I talking about this? Good freakin' question, jagoffs.
Here's Dale's surprising aesthetic judgment of the day: I think Depeche Mode's Songs of Faith and Devotion is actually a very good record. Much better than most people think. I'll write a full post defending my view on this blog at some point, but I'm too tired right now. Later.
Anyway, here's lookin' at ya'. Risin' up to the challenge of my rivals.
This latest one was particularly bad, though. My sister actually declared that my father was no longer her father. And she went out of her way to include me in on the conversation, which made me a little pissed-off, it's really none of my damn business, and even if it was, I am just enough of a coward to attempt to extricate myself by any means necessary. In conclusion, my sister and father are both being stupid, and they're at each others' throats once again. It's like death and taxes. Or, at the very least, it's like bad TV. Inevitable.
This, of course, led me to get stinking drunk at school. Why did I do this? Why did I have that much beer in that little time? Of course, alcohol has a tendency to turn me from him into him, but still. At school? Come on. That's for after hours. And around the ladies. Anyway, off topic. The thing is, it really ruined my day. My sister included me on this rancid email she sent to my dad and his new wife, and I didn't get it until first thing yesterday morning. First stinkin' thing. Ugh. Another thing I have to deal with.
I've been feeling pretty stressed out lately about not getting much work done. It seems like I haven't really gotten anything substantive done in a while, although that's not really true. I've written a few papers, but I haven't really been reading much and I haven't done all that much work on my dissertation. Though a first draft is finished, I don't know where to start in correcting it. It would probably be a good idea to sharpen the stuff my committee hasn't seen yet, but then again, that's the stuff that I think ultimately needs the least sharpening. The other stuff is way off, and will have to be recast in a major way. Why am I talking about this? Good freakin' question, jagoffs.
Here's Dale's surprising aesthetic judgment of the day: I think Depeche Mode's Songs of Faith and Devotion is actually a very good record. Much better than most people think. I'll write a full post defending my view on this blog at some point, but I'm too tired right now. Later.
Anyway, here's lookin' at ya'. Risin' up to the challenge of my rivals.
posted by dd0031 at 10:10 PM
1 Comments:
i don't think i hate songs of faith and devotion that much. just a little. i think it is really different from anything they did before it. but i'm gonna shut the heck up and let you make your argument.
by the way, my friend called me from a depeche mode show tonite. once during "condemnation" and once during, i think, something from violator. i couldn't make it out for sure.
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