Something New to Review – Music

Sorry for not posting more, a mixture of college work and a certain game has consumed my life… Like I had one before. As well as situations I manage to get into, for whatever reason. (Just once, ONCE, I’d appreciate it if my online time did NOT HAVE SOME SORT OF DRAMA. I mean, it’s not as bad as it has been in the past, but this is where I go to avoid things that make me uncomfortable in real life, even if just for a few hours or so. Butt faces.)

I’m pretty gosh darn sure, that even though I have a music category, I haven’t used it. Or at least, not as a main category. I’ve been meaning to, but really, how does someone inexperienced review music? I always feel like, whenever I read an album or band review, that they compare them and they say fancy things and I’m just sitting there like “…The hell does this mean? And why are you comparing it to this band or this artist?” and then at the end, the author’s opinion on the album and musicians becomes clear. Kind of. “Oh, I THINK you’re saying to liked it.” I don’t think I can live up to the typical music industry reviewer, but I can force my opinion on you, whether you like it or not.

We’re starting off with this awesome band that’s actually been around since, like 2008, and released a full length album this year. I believe their song “In Time” was covered by Glee. I’m trying to remember how I originally heard them. (Yes, I’m a Gleek, okay! And I’m totally shipping Rachel and Brody. Screw Finn.) And then I was on WoW Insider for some reason, and found a machinima of one of their songs, “Tiptoe”! I didn’t watch the whole thing through, I just hightailed it to YouTube. “MUST. FIND.”

Yeah, if you know who this is, you guessed correctly: It’s the musical stylings of that — I’m still trying to figure out what genre they are. The album, Night Visions, is listed as pop, Wikipedia lists the band as alternative/indie rock (which I believe), so who knows! Okay, I swear, I’ll drop a name in three… two… one…

Imagine Dragons.

Ooooh, yeah, talk about sexy. I mean, uh, amazing! What the music and his voice may or may not cause in certain areas has no reason to be discussed. Let’s move along.

I love the first two songs on Night Visions like a child loves their blanket… I’m going to wear holes into the songs, figuratively speaking. I present to you: Radioactive and Tiptoe.

I implore you to at least listen to 30 seconds of each song before you walk away and decide you’re done with me and my musical tastes,  considering I know a ton of people who are closed-minded in this subject. (I will at least listen to something before I toss it out. Even rap! And jazz. I’m not quite partial to jazz, it brings memories of my maternal grandpa. RIP, Grandpa Jack.)

This concludes my first music review! I think. I haven’t got a clue what I’m do— Actually, I just generally don’t know what I’m doing. If you didn’t get my opinion on this band and album, it’s “I love it and if I had the money I would follow them across the country.” They’re actually playing Wednesday and Thursday in Portland. Opening for AWOLNATION I believe on Wednesday. I sorely wish I could go, but hey, poor college student. Not gonna happen. At least in this moment in time.

I will become a millionaire somehow and attend a majority of my favorite bands’ concerts. Someday. Muahahaha — Oh, that’s not where you insert the evil laugh? Oh. Okay.


California, Worrisome Circumstances, and Apocalypses

As you know, I was in California for a little while. As in a week. As in longer than I intended to stay. As in, night shifts really frickin’ suck. My friend had night shifts, which meant he was super tired, and because we met halfway, I needed him to drive me for four hours. We did see a little bit of San Francisco, but we were both a little unsure of what to go see and do. Or we’re just lazy and didn’t want to look it up online. I did get to see from a pier the infamous island of Alcatraz. That is probably one of the single most exciting things I have ever seen in my life. I don’t know why, Alcatraz is just cool like that. I also saw a semi-truck with a bumper sticker pointing the right that read “Suicide”. Another “I don’t know why but…”. It made me giggle. Which is always a good thing, don’t you think?

I’ve also been under a ton of stress, just because everything has to happen that way. Which means that I’ve been clenching my teeth. When I noticed I was gritting my teeth (during which I was reading a part in A Storm of Swords which included Joffrey Lannister), I eased my grip, and Oh. My. Goodness. It was as if someone stabbed me in the mouth again. The molars on the right side of my mouth are sensitive, but not as much as they were. I could barely chew, that’s how bad it was.

Now for Apocalypses… Because I’m incredibly good at being ADD and jumping from story to story, especially when bored, I’ve started a new one! Yaaaaaaaaaaaaay! Actually, the thing is that I was on GoodReads and looking through lists to find potential books to read, and I noticed something. Now, I don’t know if it’s because I just spent a week with a gay guy, I interact with quite a few men who have no interest in the female species (men are a species, too; one day, I will discuss this. And take it with a large dose of humour), or because I am so frickin’ tired of silly romances, but something truly irked me: there are, like, NO homosexual main characters out there. I’ve read one YA fiction where the main character was homosexual. One. Am I missing something? Or do I have to go find mature stories to deal with this. I don’t want to read the nitty-gritty icky stuff, I just want to read a nice, polite novel where the main character is gay. Is that so much to ask?

This feeling of desire for something other than girl/guy romance has led to my newest character, Nikolai Elliot James. He lives in New Chicago, a city built over a bomb crater somewhere near the ruins of Albuquerque. So I’m doing three new things: writing a post apocalyptic tale, writing from a male perspective, and writing a gay character (that isn’t flamboyant like we see on the television (except for Max from Happy Endings. He’s not stereotypical.)) Wish me luck, because I just blundered into a world I have no idea where to even begin in. Perhaps I’ll post what I have at some point, we’ll see. I’m pushing it past my guildmates first.

As a side note: Nicole and Jason are both gone. Alana won this weeks and I believe Rod won the week before, but I don’t remember. Also, for anyone curious, MoP does come out in five days. Five. Pandas, here we come.

I Do Not Like Them, Sam I Am, I Do Not Like… Dentists.

So over an hour ago, I finished getting my wisdom teeth removed.

It was an appointment I did not make. It was an appointment I had wished never to make. It was an appointment that I sorely did not want to go to.

I am not an enthusiastic person when it comes to the dentist. At the age of 8, I had my first set of braces. They were removed about a year or so, and four years later, I had them back on again. Two years, I suffered monthly visits to a place that thought shoving metal appliances and tools into my mouth was a good idea and a wonderful way to make a living. $5000 dollars worth of fun. I simply do not like having sharp, pointy objects in my mouth.

Imagine my horror when the dentist today said “NEEDLES! WE’RE GOING TO STAB YOU IN THE MOUTH WITH NEEDLES!” I have an aversion to getting shots. It’s like, they’re trying to kill me. That’s actually what went through my head: “I’m going to die, I’m going to die, this stupidly comfortable rotating chair that everyone should have and would make a rather comfy place to sleep is going to be my deathbed.” It took a lot of effort not to cry, both before, when they were shoving metal tools into my face, and after, when I was relieved it was over.

And it’s not just dentists, but I also hate doctors. I swear, just sitting in the waiting room of either is like a walk of shame for me. I hate being there, it makes me uncomfortable, and I really don’t want to have to listen to their narrations of their life or tell them about mine. Don’t get me wrong, I’m sure they’re nice people and wonderful to be around, but I dislike the dental and doctoral professions with a passion. It’s not you, it’s what you do for a living.

Today has been wonderful. My bottom lip feels like it’s too big for my face and my face feels weird. And the pain, “soreness” as he called it, is starting to kick in, on the upper right hand side of my mouth. Looks like I’ll be needing ibuprofen sooner than I thought. The only good thing to come out of this is probably the fact that I’ll most likely lose some much needed to be lost weight.

In other news, I totally spaced on informing y’all of who won last week’s episode of Face Off and who lost: Derek won, Eric was sent home. Damn, that sucks. It makes me wonder if they did that on purpose though, choosing twins… The world may never know. And tomorrow, hopefully, I will be on my way to California, because I am being coerced visiting a friend in San Francisco! He literally said “What are you doing this week? When does college start? Come to San Fran and let’s explore this city.” I love half-assed plans and sudden surprises! They’re WONDERFUL! But I’m looking forward to it.

Word(s) of the Day: The Essence of Excitement

  • Excite: to provoke; to awaken; to stir up the emotions of

One of my favorite things to do is look up words, and when I see that I have appropriately used that random word in a sentence, well, let’s just say I’m proud. I mentally pump my chest out in pride, because, hey, I’m good. I’m… excited. Excited, though a word we use in everyday life, is a good word. It’s a strong word. It has different connotations depending on the situation, and when I think about it, I can’t help but notice how… pernicious and angry it can sound. “He stirred their emotions; he excited them with the idea that the person who lives in the cottage in the woods was a wǣrloga. And it was blood they wanted.”

  • Pernicious: harmful; ruinous; evil
  • Wǣrloga: the word that warlock is based on; oath-breaker

Yep, these are some wonderful words, too. The idea that ‘warlock’, generally considered a male witch, comes from a word that means “oath-breaker” is pretty neat. I don’t know why, exactly, but it does.

Back to excitement. One of the things that has caused me a fair amount of emotional stirring up is the Project Imagina10n campaign. These photos are amazing. Check them out, and see if there’s one or two that provokes you! 😉 It definitely makes me want to rollick through fields and take some pretty gosh darn awesome pictures myself.

The Tale of the Furry Lad

This is a poem I wrote about a friend. It’s a funny little ditty, to be sure. A little dirty, especially with all this fur. Oops, I’m rhyming again. But it’s a little racy, so be forewarned. This is what happens when you make friends with a furry. Strange sh*t happens. I’ve also made a reference to a BBC show, and if you can figure out that reference, congrats, you’re amazing!

This is a tale,

Of a wee lad,

By the name of Furry,

Who chases the boys,

And scares the girls,

While looking for his John.

As he searches,

The fur upon his body,

Falls like leaves,

Causing a mess.

Everywhere the huskyboy goes,

He leaves a little trace,

As he ambushes people,

While in their pillows,

Or kills off the guild heralds,

All the while,

Trying to hump Aphro’s leg.