An appropriate image for the weather conditions outside Stately Sad Old Goth Manor® these days...
Labels: got goth..?, the darkness...
2.27.2010
An appropriate image for the weather conditions outside Stately Sad Old Goth Manor® these days...
2.26.2010
looking out my back door around eight this morning...
it's now 2:30 and it's still snowing... sideways.
Labels: weather
2.24.2010
I've been told that I am probably clinically addicted to Lorazepam, an anti-depressent.
The same was said about my use of Percocet, an acetaminophen and oxycodone based pain drug, which I've been eating like candy to contend with the constant pain of the bothersome, inoperable cyst in my left kidney.
I know I cannot continue to function like this, although, I must say that the vapor like world I currently inhabit is quite comfy and fuzzy and nice. Some of the negative symptoms of these addictions are not so nice, though, so I've decided to start weaning myself off said chemicals, which promises to be a long and unpleasant experience from what I've been able to read on the interwebs. Some of the experiences I've read about, particularly involving Lorazepam, include myriad uncomfortable physical symptoms, night terrors and something called "end of times syndrome". I have no idea what that is, but if it involves lots of ranting and raving and hiding under beds and such, it might actually liven up things around Stately Sad Old Goth Manor® for a while. I wonder if this is a good time to try to kick the cigarette habit as well? Maybe not.
So, it's off to hide all the sharp, pointy things and see what happens. This is going to take weeks, maybe months. Might be good blog fodder, I can record all the sordid details as I sink further and further into reality...
Later.
Labels: i have a headache..., i wander..., the wasteland
2.22.2010
Robert is the most talented and innovative guitarists that ever touched the instrument and David's incredible vocal talents are, well, incredible. When King Crimson was being reformed and revived in the early nineties, David was asked by Fripp to be the vocalist, but, for some reason, he declined, however, he and Fripp got together, with several future KC members, including Trey Gunn and Pat Mastelotto, for the Road To Graceland tour. Their music moves me...
Enjoy...
David Sylvian and Robert Fripp - God's Monkey
David Sylvian and Robert Fripp - Wave
David Sylvian and Robert Fripp - Blinding Light Of Heaven
Labels: muzika...
2.20.2010
Heading out tonight to enjoy some Roller Derby action...
Labels: I rule...
um, Girls, I mean...
Labels: got goth..?, the darkness...
2.19.2010
Just a story...
You were pissed off at me because I tracked sand through your apartment.
You yelled at me through your bathroom door.
I stood there in the almost dark thinking that I’d never been in a bathroom before that didn’t have a window.
The smell from the burning wax of a candle mixed with the scent of your soaps and reminded me of a place that I once was, a long time ago. Only no one was yelling at me then.
When I was finished, I got the broom and dustpan from your kitchen closet and cleaned up the sand in your hallway. I threw the sand out the kitchen window.
“That was easy", I thought. "I can remove all traces of myself with just a broom.”
I found you sitting outside at the top of the front stairs, smoking a cigarette and nursing the last bit of beer from a bottle. The brown of the bottle was the same color as your sweater.
“I cleaned up your hallway. I have to go now, it’s getting late.”
You were gazing up at the darkening sky and said,
“It looks like it’s going to rain”.
When I got to the bottom of the stairs you yelled to me,
“It’s a new broom. How do you like it?”
“It’s a nice broom. I like the blue handle.”
“Are you coming by tomorrow?”
“I guess so.”
“Good. I’ll sweep up the sand tomorrow.”
“OK. I’ll bring my broom.”
“Sure…”
“Yep. See you.”
“Bye.”
Labels: i wander..., romantic foole..., the wasteland
You know, when I first read this headline, I immediately thought of this...
Just sayin'...
Labels: another inane attempt at humor..., i don't make this crap up i only pass it on..., scumbaggery...
2.18.2010
House guests...
This is Gremlin. Sitting on our antique server that we use as a bar in the dining room...
This is Basil. Looking very comfortable on our dining room coal stove. Good thing it's not on...
It's nice to have cat hair in my dinner again...
Labels: i like cats...
2.15.2010
Just because I can't wait for Spring, here's a nice clip of a Jack In The Green celebration, stick Morris dancers and all.
This is what really moves me...
(Click on the Musical Monday logo to visit Diane's page and see who else is being moved and what moves them).
I just had to add this, just found out about this sad news...
This song moved everybody...
Labels: i wander..., muzika...
2.13.2010
You have no idea just how tired of it all I am... Something needs to change in a big way, and soon.
Labels: sullen foole...
2.12.2010
and guy, just in time for St. Valentine's Day...
Labels: got goth..?, the darkness...
2.10.2010
If New Jersey can have a blizzard, then I guess it's upon us...
and it's not all about shoveling snow, wet gloves and cold noses... it's also about COOKIES!
YAY FOR COOKIES!!!
Seriously, at the rate it's coming down, I can't keep up with it, I'll probably still be digging out tomorrow.
t
2.08.2010
Murtha croaks...
Please excuse me if I don't weep...
Labels: America..., passings..., scumbaggery..., traitors...
While the snow event of the past weekend was something to contend with, we received about thirteen or so inches, I'm not quite sure it warranted the rather creative name "Snowpocalypse", that was foisted upon it by the media. Yes, I know, I was on the Northern edge of the event, the folks to the South got three times what I did, and had gale force winds to contend with, too. I was lucky. Just before writing this, I received an update email from NOAA and, if nothing else, one word alarmed me... "explosively"... as in "AN EXPLOSIVELY DEVELOPING NOR/EASTER". The last time I recall them using that particular description was during the build up to the January, 1996, event that dropped over three feet in twenty four hours in my neck of the woods. That amount of snowfall calls for expeditions, with snow shovel in hand, to the roof to shovel the snow off to prevent the weight from converting Stately Sad Old Goth Manor® into a ranch house. Depending on the track of the cold front moving in from the West and the moisture moving up from the South, this might be a repeat of the weekend, or it could be a real heller. Batten down the hatches, just in case.
Labels: i don't make this crap up i only pass it on..., weather
Labels: muzika..., sullen foole...
2.07.2010
I seem to be having some sort of Firefox / Blogger comment conflict. It won't let me leave comments on my own blog. If I switch over to Safari, no problem, works just fine. Anyone else ever encounter this? Any fixes?
Labels: damned blog..., i have a headache...
2.06.2010
I spent four hours today, out in the snow and cold and wind, shoveling the back walk, the driveway and cleaning off the cars. I'm sure tomorrow I'm going to be pretty stiff, but right now, I'm all warm and fuzzy and a bit wired. I was just outside having a cigarette and another cup of coffee, and it is really cold, but it is very still and the sky is what pilots call "severe clear". Orion is continuing his hunt in the South-west sky, and Mars is about thirty degrees off his right shoulder, a bright, orange, twinkling orb, set apart from the rest of the heavenly lights, shining in their winter blue white. Stars in Winter have a different look than they do in the Summer night sky. They are sharp and thin, and incredibly bright, especially against the velvet black of the midwinter heavens. They are more like little jewels, strung about, randomly, adorning the breast of the cold, yet enthralling night. In Summer, they seem to take on more of a yellow hue and twinkle so much more, as our sight is filtered by the uneasy and ever in motion warm atmosphere, but on a night like this, they are so sharp, so clean, so clear, so much more real. Or, perhaps, our perception is different in these Winter months, sharpened and honed by the cold and the seemingly darker dark, aided by, I think, our own concentrated existence. Life in Winter is a bit harder than in Summer. We live minute to minute, driven by some deep down necessity to survive, that, even as we are surrounded by such modern conveniences as well heated homes, well stocked larders and insulated clothing, we are still very afraid of the cold and the dark. We still feel the terror and stare into the unknown of the bleakness, as we huddle in our shelters, stare through the flames and smoke of our meager fires, wondering what is out there, just outside the circle of light cast by our pyre, and worrying that it may never, ever be warm again, that the fruits of the land may never return, that we may be lulled into the warmth of an eternal sleep as one quiet, final way to fight the iciness of our lives, the wretched chill that has clasped it's frozen talons deep withing us, freezing our very souls...
But we prevail. We are unique. As we stand and shiver on a night such as this, we are warmed within, just a bit, by the harsh beauty, our sight made more keen by the sharpness of things, and the joy of surviving just one more day. We are not really so far removed from our ancient family, maybe. We recapture a bit of who we are and from whence we came every time we stand outside on such a night as this, and stare in wonder at the darkness above and bask in the warmth of just being alive, if only for a fleeting moment.
Tomorrow, the sun will be out. The snow that hangs from the edges of the roof like some soft, white and cold bunting hung in honor of some Winter celebration, will soften and, in an unexpected moment, come sliding down, to bury the back walk again. The snow on the ground will soften under the rays of Old Sol, and settle and then, at night, the surface will take on such a wonderful hard sheen and all the world will look painted with a high gloss white under the light of the stars and the waning moon.
Well, dearest friends, even the coffee cannot hold off the sleep that calls me after today's labors, so I think I shall go commune with my ancient ancestors for a short while more, have another smoke and enjoy the stillness of this beautiful Winter's night. Then, off to the Land of Nod.
I bid thee all fair 'eve, my fellow wanderers. Fare thee well.
Labels: coffee..., i wander..., weather
2.04.2010
I'm waiting for this to come in the mail...
It's a cobalt glass and pewter aroma therapy pendant that I ordered from Lady Hawk's Treasures... It's intended purpose is to hold aromatic oils, but it's going to be holding all of Tiger The Cats® fur that I spent two hours picking out of my ratty old sweater that she always slept on. I'm going to wear it constantly, so she's not only in my heart, but next to it all the time, too. Yeah, I know, you're thinking that I've really gone over the edge, but not really. She was as close to me as anyone else in my life that I cherish, maybe even a bit closer, and I need to do this. We had a very special bond, something that I can't explain, or would want to, if I could. It will bring me some peace.
In other news, it's supposed to snow like a bitch starting tomorrow afternoon. I'm prepared; Snow shovel and push broom are in the laundry room; My surf fishing waders are at the ready; I'm been taking extra potassium tablets to help ward off the leg cramps from shoveling... I stopped at the grocery store on the way home tonight and bought a bunch of staple items and some fun food for the Super Bowl on Sunday, a six pack of Anchor Steam beer and a six pack of Long Trail Oatmeal Stout. And an extra pack of smokes. Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow...
So, on that note, I'm going to go finish that bottle of wine I opened last night, settle in and read for an hour or two, then off to the land of Nod.
All I ask, my fellow wanderers, is to bear with me while I get over this Tiger thing... I promise not to be a drag about it.
Have a wonderful evening. Fare thee well...
Labels: i wander..., sullen foole..., weather
2.03.2010
I finally received the Haloscan death notice and my comments with them are now disabled, so I'm using the embedded Blogger comment thing until I figure out whether or not I want to shell out thirteen dollars a month to Echo to host my comments. I'm thinking not.
Please let me know how the Blogger comment thing is treating you.
Thanks,
The Management
Labels: damned blog...
2.02.2010
just on the outside chance that overgrown rat in Pennsylvania sees his shadow this morning, I'm prepared...
go ahead, make your day...
Labels: our animal friends..., weather
2.01.2010
Some stuff from my prog rock roots, my British folk-roots, some psych-rock and some goth stuff. If you want the particulars, let me know, I can make the whole albums available for download.
Enjoy.
Karnatake - The Storm
Graveyard - Thin Line
Fotheringay - Gypsy Davey
Love Spirals Downward - Last Classic
Arcana - Outside Your World
Scarling - Bummer
(best enjoyed in full screen mode...)
go ahead, make your day...
Labels: muzika...
adulation expected, comments tolerated, bullshit deleted...
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