Wow Jim Morrison.
For the past few days I've been almost obsessively listening to the Doors. That is quite unusual for me, I generally don't focus on one band or listen to the same song over and over again, but there you have it. One thing I really like about them is their live performances. Jim is high, flying in the sky... It's really... I don't know how to say it. Or what is it? Arghh.
Maybe I find it interesting because I don't do drugs. Not normally anyway.
Oh man. That's another thing I just noticed. Does pot count?
Well anyway. Sigur Ros is also awesome.
Last night we separated the bed, it was basically two mattresses on top of each other, and because there are two of us and only one bed, we decided to make the one bed into two. BUT! Now there's the problem of finding a place for this new bed to go in this tiny room. If only the computer table was less... crap. And smaller. Then it would work. But noooo... Things must always be difficult. Ah well. When thingy gets home we'll sort something out.
It's suddenly become freaking cold here. And rainy. Rain, rain, rain... It never ceases. Well. It does, but the intervals are few and far between, AND short. So, I might as well be in the Faroe Islands again. But I like rain normally. I have no coat. This is a deep bummer.
I think this post needs something extra. Ah yes. A quote.
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I'll tell you about punk rock: punk rock is a word used by dilettantes and, uh... and, uh... heartless manipulators, about music... that takes up the energies, and the bodies, and the hearts and the souls and the time and the minds, of young men, who give what they have to it, and give everything they have to it. And it's a... it's a term that's based on contempt; it's a term that's based on fashion, style, elitism, satanism, and, everything that's rotten about rock 'n' roll. I don't know Johnny Rotten... but I'm sure, I'm sure he puts as much blood and sweat into what he does as Sigmund Freud did.
You see, what, what sounds to you like a big load of trashy old noise... is in fact... the brilliant music of a genius... myself. And that music is so powerful, that it's quite beyond my control. And, ah... when I'm in the grips of it, I don't feel pleasure and I don't feel pain, either physically or emotionally. Do you understand what I'm talking about? Have you ever, have you ever felt like that? When you just, when you just, you couldn't feel anything, and you didn't want to either. You know, like that? Do you understand what I'm saying, sir?"
Can anyone guess who that is?