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N.P.: “Bittersweet” – Galactic

Not believing in anything makes for a rather tedious existence most days.  I miss the things I used to believe in…they gave life meaning, and made the horribleness of a cruel and brutal reality significantly easier to cope with.  I am quite envious of people of faith.  I’m presently envious of everyone running around in the first thing to resemble a good mood in months because it’s almost New Years and the calendar says that the present year is ending.  It must be so comforting to take an arbitrary construct and actually believe that “reality” will bend to the construct.  “Good is rewarded and evil is punished, I am a good person, therefore I get presents on Christmas Day or entry into the kingdom of heaven” or whatever.  That old chestnut.  For the rest of us, oh we of little faith, it’s narcotics, hard liquor, and art, and if those ever quit working, good luck.

N.P.: “Trust In Me” – Siouxsie and the Banshees

Took another day off from writing.

N.P.: “Rock Me Amadeus” – Front Line Assembly, Jimmy Urine

Took a rare day off from writing.

N.P.: “I Want Your Body” – Nymphomania

Merry Christmas, dear reader.

N.P.: “Electric Fever” – Them Vibes

It’s Christmas Eve.  At least that’s the rumor.  Certainly doesn’t feel particularly Christmasy.  But maybe I’m just insensitive to the subtleties of the modern world.  Which is likely the case as I’ve been doing what I can to ignore the modern world, or at least the idiots who seem to make up an alarmingly large portion of its population.  Anyway, enough about them…let’s talk about you, dear reader.  I hope you have a wonderful Christmas.  Stay safe and healthy and all the rest of it.

N.P.: “Cooler Than Santa Claus” – Morris Day

Quiet day.  Got some writing done.

N.P.: “Sweet Lover Hangover” – Love & Rockets

I’ve got a lot on my mind, but nothing I want to write about.  Saturn was visible in the daylight sky, which needs to happen more often.  Other planets should be close enough to be visible in the sky.  Not just like a really bright star, the way Venus looks, but close enough to see the shape, and where the sunlight is falling on it, and the weird rings and colors.  And we need more than one moon.  And the moon we have is lovely.  But it’s lonely up there, and it leaves our sky looking rather…desolate.  We should have three moons.  And more vividly visible planets.
Then, if we fill our skies with blimps and dirigibles, and it rains all the time and everybody walks around hidden by black umbrellas, then things will start looking more like I think they should.  Not that anybody asked.

N.P.: “It’s A Long Way To The Top (If You Wanna Rock’n’Roll)” – Dropkick Murphys

Happy Solstice, hippies.  It’s the first day of winter, the shortest day and the longest night of the year, which makes it one of the finest days on the Gallaway Calendar.
Speaking of the calendar, I’m considering stepping things up schedule-wise with the books, given the recent brush with mortality.

N.P.: “Flieger Gruss Mir Die Sonne” – Eisbrecher

I was promised fog the last two nights, but no fog was delivered.  That feeble meteorologist is again promising fog tonight, but he has about as much credibility as the governor these days, so I’m sure tomorrow morning will be clear as a fucking crystal.  Why, Lord…why must you keep your humble servant in this, the most meteorologically banal place on the planet?  What the fuck, Lord?  Don’t just hang there…do something!  Make it rain!  How hard can it be?  You created weather…deploy that shit.

N.P.: “Night Flower” – cEvin Key, Edward Ka-Spel