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I just had the chance to get my hands on this amazing discography - Planet X - and I must say, it absolutely rocks.
Planet X started as a solo project of Derek Sherinian, an ex-keyboards from Dream Theater. Now Planet X is the name of Derek's own band.
I believe all songs are instrumental and the most outstanding feature is Derek's keyboard which almost creates its own musical genre. I would call it "ambient metal" or "chill out metal". I'm loving it.
Hard to choose a favorite, so here's Universe's first track, Clonus:
Planet X started as a solo project of Derek Sherinian, an ex-keyboards from Dream Theater. Now Planet X is the name of Derek's own band.
I believe all songs are instrumental and the most outstanding feature is Derek's keyboard which almost creates its own musical genre. I would call it "ambient metal" or "chill out metal". I'm loving it.
Hard to choose a favorite, so here's Universe's first track, Clonus:
[Blog #245] --- Neutral --- [Wednesday] - RAGE.
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Dixie currently feels:
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Blog #245
RAGE.
RAGE.
FUCKING COLLEGE.
SERIOUSLY.
Are the A2 students like an overlooked minority?
Yeah, tell all the shitty little AS students that the college buses AREN'T running, but totally let it slip your mind that there's still fucking A2s who get them as well!!
So on top of the fact I was TOO early for it - I was too early waiting for a fucking bus that wasn't even coming.
So I ended up sitting in this random bus shelter before a Leven Valley bus ended up coming.
Dixie wasn't pleased.
She let her rage out on the people and old biddies on the bus by playing the loudest and heaviest Metallica songs she could find on Lisa on full blast.
When I got to college, I was still too fucking early for Media Studies, so I sat about playing Solitaire. I drank my entire bottle of water in RAGE.
Media Studies also, was seemingly pointless.
It was a recap lesson of everything I'm never going to fucking forget because of my photographic memory - and because it's been RECAPPED so many times before, it's fucking ENGRAVED on the inside of my eyelids.
Sarah did get me thinking about my coursework though. I'm looking forward to the fact I have to make two films this year, and I'll never have a camera out of my hands due to A2 Photography.
At the lunch break, I walked into town with Lewis.
I bought a Greedy Joe's epic sandwich. I wasn't actually going to eat because I wasn't very hungry, but I ate out of rage. Grrrrrrrrr...
Then we went over to Gamestation to see if they sold N64 games. They don't, because they're pricks. So we went to Chips instead. They do sell them, but they have a really small selection. There was only one that caught my eye - which was Turok. I ended up buying the Little Britain game for PS2 instead. It looks mildly amusing.
If grandad gives me any more pocket money this week, I'll re-consider Turok, and maybe look into the others. Sometimes shitty-sounding games turn out okay.
We went back to college for our last lessons. I had Photography.
We started this shitty little mini-projecs about icons.
I ended up taking some really random but reaonable compositons made from piles of almost-carefully arranged metal objects I found lying about the art rooms.
Easel clips, compasses, paint brushers, stanley knives, cans of spray paint, cans of board cleaner, mirrors, metal rulers and paper clips.
When I was mooching, I found this piece of hardened modelling clay. It was a little dude that Ash had had on the desk beside her to use as a reference when she was painting one of her final pieces. It made me feel proper sad and nostalgic like.
Are the A2 students like an overlooked minority?
Yeah, tell all the shitty little AS students that the college buses AREN'T running, but totally let it slip your mind that there's still fucking A2s who get them as well!!
So on top of the fact I was TOO early for it - I was too early waiting for a fucking bus that wasn't even coming.
So I ended up sitting in this random bus shelter before a Leven Valley bus ended up coming.
Dixie wasn't pleased.
She let her rage out on the people and old biddies on the bus by playing the loudest and heaviest Metallica songs she could find on Lisa on full blast.
When I got to college, I was still too fucking early for Media Studies, so I sat about playing Solitaire. I drank my entire bottle of water in RAGE.
Media Studies also, was seemingly pointless.
It was a recap lesson of everything I'm never going to fucking forget because of my photographic memory - and because it's been RECAPPED so many times before, it's fucking ENGRAVED on the inside of my eyelids.
Sarah did get me thinking about my coursework though. I'm looking forward to the fact I have to make two films this year, and I'll never have a camera out of my hands due to A2 Photography.
At the lunch break, I walked into town with Lewis.
I bought a Greedy Joe's epic sandwich. I wasn't actually going to eat because I wasn't very hungry, but I ate out of rage. Grrrrrrrrr...
Then we went over to Gamestation to see if they sold N64 games. They don't, because they're pricks. So we went to Chips instead. They do sell them, but they have a really small selection. There was only one that caught my eye - which was Turok. I ended up buying the Little Britain game for PS2 instead. It looks mildly amusing.
If grandad gives me any more pocket money this week, I'll re-consider Turok, and maybe look into the others. Sometimes shitty-sounding games turn out okay.
We went back to college for our last lessons. I had Photography.
We started this shitty little mini-projecs about icons.
I ended up taking some really random but reaonable compositons made from piles of almost-carefully arranged metal objects I found lying about the art rooms.
Easel clips, compasses, paint brushers, stanley knives, cans of spray paint, cans of board cleaner, mirrors, metal rulers and paper clips.
When I was mooching, I found this piece of hardened modelling clay. It was a little dude that Ash had had on the desk beside her to use as a reference when she was painting one of her final pieces. It made me feel proper sad and nostalgic like.
Brian "Head" Welch's Testimony.
(Is Testimony the right word?) I mentioned previously I wanted to post this. Maybe it'll open your eyes, and show you how God can heal the most desperate and troubled of people. Brian "Head" Welch is one of my favourite solo artists.
You can find more about him and his journey towards God here.
I would recommend watching this one first, and the other one, second. The first one focuses more on his life with the band Korn. The second one is more about his journey towards God.
So... Watch this one first. The other one second. :)
You can find more about him and his journey towards God here.
I would recommend watching this one first, and the other one, second. The first one focuses more on his life with the band Korn. The second one is more about his journey towards God.
So... Watch this one first. The other one second. :)
Black Magic Rituals & Perversions
As it has been near the front of my thought process of late, dating and relationships remains the topic. As mentioned yesterday, I have a theory that applies to me and my current situation in this realm. What I am finding more and more is that this theory applies with a much wider swath than I care to acknowledge. It is a theory as to what I am or what I have to offer that is making it difficult for me to find a compatible mate. I refer to this theory as "Too Much Of One/Not Enough Of The Other".
The concept is simple and is explained clearly in the title. To breakdown even further, I will first start with explaining myself. I am technically an adult. However, I love music, particularly metal, punk and rock. I play video games and stay well informed in gaming news, release dates and more. I am a movie nerd of epic proportions, checking various fansites and IMDB.com all the time.
So then here is my "One or Other" theory. It breaks down as my being either too much or not enough for any various woman I encounter. If I were to encounter a woman who has her life together, is relatively successful and is seeking a man to raise a family with, chances are I'm not their guy. To said together woman, I likely come off as the crazy, Satan-worshipping, sarcastic and immature metal guy. If I were to encounter a woman who is more eclectic, into more subversive interests and music/movies/art, chances are I'm not her guy either. To artsy goth/punk/metal girl, I likely come off as slightly too clean-cut who isn't going to want to hang upside down from the ceiling like a bat while being whipped or burned. While I realize that I'm making somewhat wild generalizations, the theory proves to be eerily accurate in my real world encounters.
As my theory pertains to my latest female interest gone south, I didn't pass the mustard once again. The exact reasons why this is escapes me. I am aware of the flaws that I have that are obvious, so the rest of what causes a woman to pass on me beyond those are that which I am not in tune with. While I fully understand that I've done my fair share of passing on women, this latest one stings for me a lot because I felt like I was to believe that the interest might be mutual. More than anything, I hate allowing someone else's behavior to affect me this much.
Playlist for 2-25-09
Burst - Lazarus Bird
Electric Wizard - Witchcult Today
Cynic - Traced In Air
Neurosis - Given To The Rising
The concept is simple and is explained clearly in the title. To breakdown even further, I will first start with explaining myself. I am technically an adult. However, I love music, particularly metal, punk and rock. I play video games and stay well informed in gaming news, release dates and more. I am a movie nerd of epic proportions, checking various fansites and IMDB.com all the time.
So then here is my "One or Other" theory. It breaks down as my being either too much or not enough for any various woman I encounter. If I were to encounter a woman who has her life together, is relatively successful and is seeking a man to raise a family with, chances are I'm not their guy. To said together woman, I likely come off as the crazy, Satan-worshipping, sarcastic and immature metal guy. If I were to encounter a woman who is more eclectic, into more subversive interests and music/movies/art, chances are I'm not her guy either. To artsy goth/punk/metal girl, I likely come off as slightly too clean-cut who isn't going to want to hang upside down from the ceiling like a bat while being whipped or burned. While I realize that I'm making somewhat wild generalizations, the theory proves to be eerily accurate in my real world encounters.
As my theory pertains to my latest female interest gone south, I didn't pass the mustard once again. The exact reasons why this is escapes me. I am aware of the flaws that I have that are obvious, so the rest of what causes a woman to pass on me beyond those are that which I am not in tune with. While I fully understand that I've done my fair share of passing on women, this latest one stings for me a lot because I felt like I was to believe that the interest might be mutual. More than anything, I hate allowing someone else's behavior to affect me this much.
Playlist for 2-25-09
Burst - Lazarus Bird
Electric Wizard - Witchcult Today
Cynic - Traced In Air
Neurosis - Given To The Rising
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