Also, new dating rule: no more rubbers. I likes to fuck in the raw, y'all. Not that I'd fucking remember what that's like. Goddamn society. You'll get yours, though.

How about I give a quick run-down of what I've been listening to that's awesome, and also the stuff that is either less awesome, or just outright sucks ass. But let's not spend too much time on the suck-ass stuff.

PEOPLE WONT BE PEOPLE WHEN THEY HEAR THIS SOUND
THAT'S BEEN GLOWING IN THE DARK AT THE EDGE OF TOWN
PEOPLE WONT BE PEOPLE, NO
THE PEOPLE WONT BE PEOPLE WHEN THEY HEAR THIS SOUND
WONT YOU SHOW ME WHAT BEGINS AT THE EDGE OF TOWN

Koufax, "Hard Times Are In Fashion": It seems to me they've lost interest in doing what they're doing. They should either do something different, or stop doing this, because doing something you hate, particularly something you should love, is a pretty slow, tedious suicide.

Ex Models, "Zoo Psychology" and "Other Mathematics": Like if Steve Albini was in a Devo cover band and a Talking Heads cover band, respectively. Which is to say this fucking rocks, despite the Talking Heads angle.

Menomena, "Friend and Foe": No, just friend. Holy fucking shit, this is awesome.

Black Dice, "Smiling Off EP": Interesting variations which, in retrospect, seem to have been the directions Black Dice was heading in anyway. Also, why the fuck is someone skateboarding in my courtyard, and where is my scope? Oh wait, that was the song.

Arab on Radar, "Queen Hygiene II/Rough Day at the Orifice": Man, did I ever sleep on Arab on Radar. I'm sorry, Rhode Island. That's one I owe you, dude.

Mastodon, "Blood Mountain": CHUNKACHUNKACHUNKADAAAHDAAAHDAAAAAAAHDAAAHADADADADADADADADA CHUNKACHUNKA CHU CHUNK DAAH DAAH DAAAAH CHU CHUNK, and so forth.

And of course that goddamned Beirut album. Over and over.

Oh, and one more week or so until Tonto+ is out. Damnit. Which brings to mind a tricky situation I've got to deal with this week; having previously asked someone to go see Battles, they had excitedly said they wanted to go, but circumstances have changed on my end. I no longer want said person to go, simply because I feel better when they're not around, and because they're my motherfuckin' tickets. So, basically, I've not talked to that certain someone in the last 7 days, and I'm thinking I can just continue that strategy for the next four, then I'm in the clear, and can either casually dismiss any grief with a quick, "Oh, well, I didn't hear from you, I figured you weren't going... Sorry" or, if necessary, cop a "sorry, I totally spaced. It's been a real hectic couple of weeks...". Any other plan seems bound to fail. Plus, this plan shows how awesome and nonchalant I am: TOO BUSY FOR THE LADIES; MY APOLOGIES, THE LADIES. OH, WERE YOU IGNORING ME? I CAN'T EVEN BE BOTHERED TO BE BOTHERED, THE LADIES. THAT'S JUST HOW BUSY AND NONCHALANT I AM.

Finally sat still for long enough to watch 300 last night. It was pretty much what I expected; lovely to look at, ultimately another graphic novel turned into a movie, though. I certainly don't need to own a copy of it, having borrowed Netflix's copy for the last 3 months. I like to have a film sit around for a while and kind of get used to the place before I make it get down and dirty and do it's thing. Playing it slow: more risk than reward.

Whoa, pizza should almost be here; I shall investigate...

Yep, pizza comes, and pizza goes, and pizza leftovers last for like 4, maybe 5 days. Another successful 48 hours in the same two rooms. Damn, I'm like some kind of hermit ninja.

THE SINGER IS A CROOK
THE SINGER IS A CROOK
THE SINGER IS A CROOK
THE SINGER IS A CROOK
THE KITCHEN IS THE COOK
THE SCISSORS ARE THE BARBERS
THE SINGER IS A CROOK
THE CHORUS, FULL OF ACTORS

I need to assemble a team; a team for JUSTICE; a team of technically talented musicians in San Jose who will unquestioningly carry out my orders. This differs from "starting a band" in the sense that a "band" would be a little more collaborative; I just want the motherfuckers to do exactly what I want them to do. Sadly, I'm not James Brown, so I'm not in a position to do this. Where does this leave me? Good old fashioned "talkin' to dudes you know". Lame. Hella lame. Wicked hella mega super lame.

So now comes the time where I watch THX 1138 for the first time. I've only had this Netflix disc for, oh, a couple weeks. Or I could just do laundry. Man, life is good in the First World.