Okay, you guys. Picked up a Roy Orbison compilation on Johnny Cash's reccommendation (f'realz) and I like what I heard. Anyone feel like telling me which of the man's albums were the awesomest? I know you know. She's a Mystery to Me was awesome, as was Claudette, and the latter leads o my next question...

I've got a hankering for some harmonica. Anyone going to name any Max Geldray-style virtuosos who actually professionally release their awesomeness? On a related note, you know how Bob Dylan (who performed near Pittsburgh a few days ago, incidentally) used that little harmonica-around-the-neck thing? I think it'd be hilarious to put one on a hat and just wait for that person to realize they can't reach the instrument just by looking up.

Finally, are there any popular albums (that is, ones I could get on the cheap) with the St. James Infirmary Blues on them? Because that's some good bluesing.

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My uncle has been ill for a few months now. I don't think I could really do justice to him in an essay, but I will say that he was and is a fantastic fellow. I think it was Lowtax who said it was easy for a rich guy to be charitable, but I don't care. My uncle was really generous. He got an OBE this year as Wikipedia testifies, met the Queen, and had a terrific sense of humor. He has three adoptive daughters whom I barely know, and a wife who is a similar enigma, and yes my choice of who and whom in this sentence is correct.

I just wanted to say this to remind myself and inform you all that I had an Uncle Christopher.

Hey, it was two years on this site a few days ago and since I erased most of my gallery I seem pretty inactive. I guess I am. But someday I'll be rich and famous, just you wait.

Anyway, a supervillain should have an arm that's just a string of cueballs, big heavy ones, and they can fire them like bullets, only bigger, from their sleeve. And then their arm will reconstitute itself.

Just a note to myself there. Ignore it.

I have two notes to make, and I shall ruminateth upon them. First note is that I am so freakin' awesome I am the only person in the world with immunity to the Jante Law. El noto segundo es "Roy Orbison is better than Dan Harmon and possibly Roronoa Zolo." Orbison, man! Gorgeousness!

Did I ever tell you kids about when I discovered Nietzche's work regarding the ubermenschen was all about me? See, I was sitting there and suddenlyI realized that if there was a God, He would undoubtedly be my biggest fan. This is especially weird because I've never done anything noteworthy. Oh well. I'm sure there's a platitude somewhere about inherent greatness giving rise to great deeds or whatever.

In international news, I'm told Toni-chan, in fact, never loved me, which does tremendous things for my feelings! This no longer cncerns me. My only wish is that someday she sends back my copy of Xenogears, which she never played anyway. Xenogears was excellent.

Cityan Uzuki + Roy Orbison = something so excellent it could only be outdone by Christopher Lloyd performing a Meatloaf guitar solo with Freddie Mercury singing a Bob Dylan song

I've come to the conclusion in recent month, that I'd much rather be friends with assholes than nice guys. And by nice guys, I don't mean Tony Vermuelen nice guys. I mean Joey Bean nice guys. Can't stand him. I think I'm the only person in the world who got what I just said, primarily because no one from Penn Hills reads this. Even if they did, I doubt ayone knows both of them too well. Anyway, as long as Joe does not read this, I'm going to tell you all up front that he's stupendously creepy. Not creepy like that one Photoshop Phriday guy. Creepy like the furries. its not that I mind them doing what gives them pleasure, but he insists on talking about it endlessly and sending me the most revolting pictures ever.

... I've drifted from the point. Anyway, I'd rather have someone who was cocky but didn't care than someonewho was cocky but didn't know. You know the sorts I mean? Who insist that they're humble, fantastic people because they endlessly talk about themselves (by way of their faults)? Yeah, and he spent this morning very subtly (in the same sense as as an elephant can fit in your pocket) hinting that how there's a female who isn't utterly creeped out by him. This is right after he expressed sympathy for that whole thing with Toni, which I wouldn't mind if it didn't seem so darn intentional.

Who's obsessively bitter?

I've found a supendously discount record store near my grandma's house (where my family is still staying), so I might actually be sad to go home this year. But only a little.

One Piece is totally excellent. Yupyup. So is Arlo Guthrie.

I'm leaving for Britain today! If I should die, I keep most of my Analogue-related files in my C:gnome/gnome directory. They would have to make a cartoon for a dead guy, wouldn't they? Isn't that the law? Well, it should be.

The Bee Gees rocked. Too Much Heaven is fun.

I'm leaving in two hours, before which time I must give chemistry to school so that school can eat chemistry and I can get more credits. Hooray!

Toni's not on.

I'm sorry if this journal seems half-assed, at least in comparison to the last one, but it hasn't had as long to gestate. I must write and post now, or never post ever again! Ever.

Superman Returns was jolly good fun. Luthor was perfect, Superman was Jesus, and the dog ate the other dog. Excellent. Also, I'm pretty sure in the scene where Luthor gets the kryptonite they had Geoffrey Rush in full costume as Casanova Frankenstein. Y'know, he was the one with the kryponite-finding-thingy. I thought it was a nice touch.

Speaking of which, has there been a new Flaming Carrot comic since the one with the chicken wing? 'cuz I thought it restarted, but I've seen neither head nor hide of it since last August or thereabouts.

Innuendo is a great Queen songs. Lyrics for the first half of it or so are pretty dumb, but ooh do I love me them instrumentals. Is that a mariachi guitar solo?

It's weird, but I've noticed that a band's most popular songs tend to suck the most. I mean, Staying Alive? Definitely not their best moment. In Queen's case, a lot of their pure musical pleasures are the ones that aren't-that-popular-but-not-too-obscure-either songs, like Bicycle Race, which is pretty much undisputedly awesome.

We still have no kitchen in this house, but at least in place of it I've gotten the print edition of JDatE and even the PWoT Socrates shirt! Yes, I am a drooling fan of Mr. Wong, but on the other hand, I'm obsessed with practically all internet celebrity. Probably unhealthy, but hey! I haven't hurt anyone yet!

But never mind. I'm going to go post this journal and sit here getting unnecessary sleep whilst waiting for my sweetest friend to get online. Still have something to ask her.

Toodles.

Edit as of July 29th: I just realized while watching the movie again (in Spanish, no less) that it's just Spacey with a wig that makes him look like Rush's character. Never mind.