The Angst is upon me again, charming reader, and I take umbrage.  I’ve got enough on my existential platter without having to deal with The Goddamn Angst.

N.P.: “Mask” – Sepultura, Devin Townsend

I have no comment on this day.  But we can certainly talk about yesterday.
I’m kidding…we can’t talk about yesterday.

N.P.: “Give It Everything You’ve Got” – Edgar Winter’s White Trash

You ever get so busy for such a prolonged period of time that you not only forget what day it is, but what week and month?  There’s a lot of that going on over here, dear reader.  What sucks is going through the trouble of figuring out what day and month it is, only to realize that it doesn’t matter.  Oh, it’s Saturday…so what?  It doesn’t make any difference: Saturday, Tuesday, and every other day are pretty much indistinguishable from each other lately.  It only makes Time go more quickly, and Time was already rather out of pocket well before this latest weirdness.

N.P.: “So May We Start (feat. Simon Helberg)[from “Annette”]” – Sparks, Adam Driver, Marion Cotillard

Today was a fine day.  Which I needed, because the next three days are likely to be shit.  Or maybe not.  That could just be my shitty attitude of hopeless negativism.  I’m supposed to view the next three days…every day, really…as gifts.  Which I suppose they are.  Whatever.  Who cares.  Today was a fine day.

N.P.: “Battle Flag” – Pigeonhed

More learning the new software today.  I’m actually really enjoying learning this latest update: this software is robust, and I think is exactly what I need to start assembling these books.  I was thinking I might do an annotated version of Jekyll & Hyde, just to get handy with the software, but it’s going so well, I think I’m just going to dive in with my books.

N.P.: “Working On It” – Chris Rea

Did a major update on my writing software today, so I’ll be reading and watching tutorials for the next couple of days.  That’s it…that’s all that’s going on here.  There may be adventures on the horizon.

N.P.: “Going Down South” – The Black Keys

Very pleased with the decision to strike down California’s stupid, ill-advised, dim-witted, myopic, untenable, and completely unconstitutional ban on assault rifles.  Finally.

N.P.: “Something Wicked This Way Comes” – Barry Adamson

Did a bit of book work today.  Continued to successfully elude the summer sun.

N.P.: “Tainted Love/Where Did Our Love Go – Extended Version” – Soft Cell

Today was a bit of a pain in the hole.  My afternoon got absolutely chewed up by scheduled events that didn’t happen and unscheduled events that did.  Perhaps tomorrow will be better behaved.

N.P.: “I’ve Been Everywhere” – L.A. Rats

All apologies, well-built reader, but it has been intolerably hot here for days now, and I can no longer artfully cope.  There is simply no way I can properly express myself in these inhuman conditions.  It was a hundred and fuck for the third day in a row.  Birds aren’t even flying.  It’s sad.  And the sky is just fucking devoid.  No clouds.  No birds.  Just an empty canvas with an audience so boring that no deity can be bothered to do anything with it.

N.P.: “I’m in Heaven” – Andrew W.K.