Rocking out like someone with an oedipus complex to: High tide - Futilist's lament ('69)
Hail to the nations.
It's been a while, ya da, etc.
I have to admit that at this moment in time I'm probably in the best physical health that I've ever been in, in good knows how long. The fact that I've stopped drinking coffee and given up a lot of the sugary snacks that were once my forte have probably helped along the way. Although come to think of it, as I write this missive, I'm after a few cans of beer and I still smoke like a chimney, which definitely will have its effect in the future, but irregardless of that, compared to last year, I'm definitely in better form.
I'll admit though, I miss last year at times. Don't get me wrong, my housemates are wonderful people and I have all the time in the world for them, but, meh, I kind of miss the human communication that I had when I was living out west with the first family of Uam Var Drive, all the shenanigans, all the bullshit artistry, all the rest, all the times that one of the guys rocked up with this or that or the chance to be an obnoxious male, etc, all the same though, as far as assignments are concerned, I'm doing alright. The last assignment we had to do was a matte painting for the graphics section and I, modesty be damned, went through it like shit through a goose. I need to add another few bits and pieces, but I'm ahead of schedule, at least I perceive so. All the drinking, and smoking, and god knows whatever else of last year was an absolute hoot, and although I do have misgivings about a lot of the behaviour of last year, I honestly wound not change a single iota, because, let's face it, you learn from your mistakes, and damn it, I've made my share, and I will make them again because at the end of the day I'm only human and none of us are perfect, but this year, initially though it may have seemed to be a major pain in the arse, has been my rejuvenation.
The flash assignment, whilst most definitely not a piss in the ocean, will be more than manageable. There's no reason why I shouldn't be able to master flash and I will, why, because I'm the man, and I can.
Seriously though, I'll land on my feet. I've a lot more time to engage in things that I enjoy, and I'll tell ya, I'm a lot closer to what I was back in first year as far as energy levels are concerned towards college. Hell, I'm already looking on to third year.
In other news, music wise Mastodon was an almighty celebration altogether, approached the whole thing sober as fudge and had a whale of a time, although I kind of held back in the pit from doing any serious damage (tooth situation and what have you, heh) but how can I fault a gig that started off with "hearts alive" not to mention that the new track they played sounds like a real stormer, so I'll be looking forward to the next album when it sees the light of day. All about ghosts and air, apparently, so they've dealt with all of the four elements when it is all over and done with. Was it as good as Opeth and Cynic? Well, I will say that both gigs were amazing crack, but the Opeth and Cynic gig was that little bit more special, but in general, it was a hell of a time, and everyone left the arena battered and bruised but smiling from ear to ear, so it did certainly reek of rated R awesomeness.
Family business, my little sis and her boyfriend Shane came down to the gig as well which was double plus good, because I haven't seen her in Jesus knows how long, and Shane bless him is a great guy, a man who digs his post-metal and progressive rock so having the two of them together was an absolute pleasure.
Marina, the other sister, is after announcing her engagement to her other half, which is also quite awesome. Myself and Marina have had our fair share of arguments in the past, but damn it, she's me flesh and blood and I'd do anything for her, and vice versa, so I'm as proud as punch. Plus her fiance was always a chap that I could talk to when I was working in That Place years ago.
My family, bless them, sometimes we fight like dogs, but when shit hits the fan, you can be guaranteed that if you send one of ours to the hospital, we'll send one of yours to the morgue.
Now, since we're on the subject of family, it's been three years since my indomitable grandmother passed from this mortal coil and yeah, I think about her all the time. How can I not? Myself and her have always shared a lot of similar attributes, stubbornness, the will to survive no matter what the cost, yeah, arrogance when necessary, as well as loyalty to those who have passed, and those who lay ahead. It's no secret that when I graduated from the university of Limerick, I dedicated my degree to her, and to this day, irregardless of some of my behaviour, I have, and will always strive to be like her in everything I do, and that shan't cease. Gran, was the person who raised hell and high water for me when I needed someone to provide that extra rock of support, and bless her, I think about her a lot. We all do.
It may seem like a footnote in a live journal post laden to the gills with hyperbole, but she was the one that we all learned from, and she's one of the reasons why I've never quit anything over the years, because she'd be the first one to say "James, you maggot, if you quit now, you'll regret it for the rest of your life".
Gran, as always, this one is for you. Stay well, I love you, we all love you, and always will.
Alright, we're going to knock this one on the head, this post may well be overly long and shizzle, but hey, it's my LJ and I can say what I choose.
You guys, do me one favour, stay safe, alright?
J.
p.s. can't wait for January. The whole month off. I shall make an arse of myself. |
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