Subtle Reminders

For those of you who live places where the clocks change. . . last night was when to do so. (my notice was a drunken IM waiting when I woke up).

I'm also apparently much less cool than the other kids because I don't visually grok binary. I'm not certain if I feel old and lame, or glad I've got a life. I somehow doubt I'll be contributing much there. . . between the inanity (including guest rambles by Jett Freaking Blakk) and the dick-swinging. . . is that all "cool" is anymore? Being obscure and angry?

This man still rocks my socks. I've been lounging in the witty organic repartee of this guy, and while it's enjoyable, I feel like I've lost some edge I used to pivot my world on.

Or it may be the hardened brick of hot-melt glue occupying 200cc's of convoluted void inside my face. A deep ache that makes me want to spit a couple teeth out to relieve pressure.

Oh. . . I've seen the C9 logo, and you haven't. Neener, neener, neener.

Re: current music - anyone else intrigued by the notion that "fire on" could be a directive, rather than an observation?