Dogmatic Bastards

I could, perhaps, point out where you are wrong, idiot.

I think you must have misunderstood.
I won't follow a human being. I will not take your word as my rules.
I am not the kind of person who accepts something blindly and then continues to push this same belief onto other people, being hypocritical, judgmental, presumptious.
I am far from perfect, but so are you.


QUESTION.



Religion without Science is Blind.
Science without Religion is Lame.

As my Conscience seems to be.

So, today I heard a robot play the piano piece I've been working on for a month now.
Chopin's Etude in C minor.
Opus 10, 12.
The "Revolutionary" Study? The "Fall of Warsaw?" Such a name leads me to wonder. But I see it. I can hear it, I guess.
I love this song so much.
It spins and runs and falls and spins again. Crash, Crash.
admittedly, it is kind of tricky. Allthough I loathe to admit it, I still can't get the hang of one of the chords on the second page.
But the computer nailed it.
It's okay. It still sounded hollow.

I Just Realized Who's Ass I'm Going To Kick.

THAT'S what I need to do...I need to kick a certain someone's ass. Ass-kicking, if you didn't know, is actually a very effective and productive way of releasing energy. Yes, yes, before you try to rub your pacifist beliefs all over me, I know violence is not the answer to anything. And I'm all for that, but I have a rule of thumb. I'm against any sort of violence that involves more that two people. I think one-on-one is perfectly accetable. Even enjoyable.
I don't usually resort to physical violence with people unless they really, really piss me off. That's why it's so unusual that I have not just one, but 3 people who I feel the urge to smack upside the head. I feel stupid, but not that stupid.

I Could Go SuperSonic, The Problem's Chronic, Tell Me, Does Life Exist Beyond It?

I like Bad Religion lyrics.

But anyway, the moral of the story is....why I hate people.
Why do I hate people? That's the funny thing, I actually don't. I've just been going through a get-easily-irritated spell. Maybe I'm just taking out pent up frustration on other people. But regardless, I have been taking it out on other people. Sometimes I get so mad, I start shaking. I shake, that's what I do. Whenever I'm really ANYTHING, like really mad, or really sad, or really happy, I start shaking.

Freak-y, yes. But that's not the moral of the story either.

The moral of the story is....Why I don't hate some people.
It's true. In this time of hateeverybody-itis, I have been very pleased with some of my closest chums. More pleased than I have been in forever. I'm like, "Ah, friend! I love you! Yay!!!"

But, that, too, is also not the moral of the story. The moral of the Story is...My theory on why I'm really mad. I think I'm just bored. I think I'm going to go dye my hair again.
Freakazoid.

Totally Didn't See That Coming.

Hi Mitch.

It might have been the most brilliant thing I'd seen in quite a while....

So, Show.
I hadn't been to a show in a long time, seeing as I lived in Las Cruces, A.K.A, The Land of No Shows. It's ironic, because we have a thriving local scene as far bands go, but our supply of available venues is pretty sad. We've got a couple tiny coffee shops that can only hold an audience of about seven people. There's one stage by a bowling alley that is kind of overpriced, a Christian owned "room" that only seems to hold metal shows, and the occasional house show. All in all, our shows are usually either cramped or depressingly empty.
But, getting to the point. My winter break just started this Friday, and since my weird little art school decided to be year round, our breaks, when we do get them, are ridiculously long. What better way to celebrate than go to a show every night they are availible?
The first night, I went to a metal show. Truthfully, I didn't really like the band too much, but my bestest crony in the land was going out with the drummer so I bit my tongue. But, I have to say, I was really impressed with the vocals. I had never seen a girl that could throat so good. She was pretty fucking incredible.