Reboot

Three years ago I restarted my life. Made big changes. Became someone else.

Six months ago, I started doing that again.

My thanks to all the friends I've found along the way, the people I've met, the new perspectives.

You're awesome, you're brilliant, you're hilarious, you're excellent.

And I don't have to be the person I was yesterday anymore.

Thank you for teaching me that.

ACTA

First, you should watch this:


Then you should read this

Thank you.

Well...

Said I'd quit with the Rollins Band, but didn't say I'd quit with the Henry Rollins.

Just sayin'

Forgotten Advice

But it comes back.

My Reality Is Better Than Yours.

Exhibit A, Rolling Stones cover of a song written in 1936, "Love in Vain":


Exhibit B, Skinny Puppy, early 90's, "Love in Vein":



Granted, making admonishments about songs nearing their second decade isn't a strong argument, but holy fuck, can we agree that a 40+ year old band could be done already?

(I'm sorry, I'm just bitter because I got into a conversation with a friend this evening that thinks the best song ever written was Kansas: "Dust In The Wind")

Everyone is free to their opinion, but even I need focus on what comes next rather than getting wrapped up in the loop of "But it'll never be as good as..."

Probably close enough

You Didn't Need

Ok, I'll stop with the Rollins Band after this, but the words...huh.


And hey, Request Video!

(better audio quality version here)

words, as the video quality isn't so good:

You turned me in and you burned me out
You pulled me in and you locked me out
You ripped your feelings right across my back
You didn't see that I was bleeding

You looked at me and I saw right through you
You looked away when I spoke right to you

You didn't need...to do that to me

When I touched you, did you feel it?
Did you ever feel anything at all?
Do you ever lie awake at night?
Do you ever think of me?

I've got my arms wrapped around myself
You've got your arms around someone else

I lie to myself.
I tell myself...I'm not down. Down, down, I'm not down.

Some people are better left alone.
Some people are better left alone.

I didn't want it but I got it anyway
I didn't want it and I couldn't get away
I can't deny it...I miss you
Even though it hurts inside
In my dreams, I kiss you...I keep a lie alive

You didn't need...to do that to me

I wrack my brain trying to remember everything I did to you.
I wreck my brain trying to dismember every thought attached to you.
I'm sorry I still feel this pain inside
It shows on my face like a scar, it's something I can't hide, I can't hide, I can't hide, no!

Some people are better left alone.
Some people are better left alone.

It hurts so much when you've got nothing to say
It hurts so much to have to walk away.

Walk away.

Low Self Opinion

Some of your friends may already be this fucked.

I heartily recommend that if you read this BoingBoing article, you should immediately follow it up with this greatest hit

mnemonic

Considering that my main computer was named "mnemonic" for several years (until it, well, died), I like this place. Somewhere to go for new computer naming schemes.

(via LifeHacker)