the world has turned and left me here

what's 'it' is weird and scary

It seems like it's been a long time since I've heard a new song that I like (excepting the tracks off Weezer's Maladroit and the new Eels Disc, Soul Jacker). Afraid of getting out of touch with the latest stuff, you know, and I catch myself ranting about Nu Metal, bubblegum pop, etc. a lot. To quote the Simpsons (ala Mark Dietz), "I used to be with `it', but then they changed what `it' was. Now what I'm with isn't `it', and what's `it' is weird and scary."

So I brought up the playlists at 93x and The Point, my preferred stations of yore, downloaded KazaaLite, a clone of the file-sharing system Kazaa minus the spyware, and now I'm back in business.

I've also revived the omelette. She was my constant companion last summer until I left her for a strict diet of Grape Nuts. They say you can't go back, but I say they're wrong, and I made a decent one tonight just to prove it. Eggs are not subsidized over here like they are in the States, where I could get them for 38 cents a dozen. Here they're more like 2 dollars for ten.

And you have to put coins in the shopping carts in order to use them. You get them back, of course, but coins in the freakin' shopping carts...

When I visited that big field the other day there was a blue sign on the perimeter with a stick man walking, a little stick boy playing soccer, a car driving, and a house, all slashed through by a giant red diagonal. No walking, playing, or driving I could understand, but the house meant--no building? As if people are going to sneak in during the night and surreptitiously erect a house.