First of all, I’d like to first deal with some administrative matters. A Perfect Circle have the video for their new single, Weak and Powerless out from the new album Thirteenth Step which is out in the next week or two. Bowie also has a new album called Reality due out in a couple of weeks time. If Underworld is as half as good as the soundtrack looks, there will be much rejoicing. On the topic of rejoicing, Once Upon A Time In Mexico looks like it should rock as much ass as a particularly ass-rocking thing.
With that out of the way, I can get back to discussing the mostly anecdotal occurrences that happen between the times when I’m sleeping or doing terribly boring things related to Uni. Being stabbed in the face by the dentist wasn’t too painful thanks to monumentous quantities of novocaine, which worked wonderfully aside from delivering no soothing effect to my bank balance. On the bright side, it’s only money. I’m going to have to try and retrieve my copy of Heart Of Darkness which my sister lent to my cousin. I have hope that it’s still in relatively few pieces, contains most pages and continues to function generally as a book, but the chances, I fear, are remarkably small.
Have you ever been in a situation where a choice seems to have been laid out for you in some supernatural way? Where a path has appeared before you seemingly laid so intricately that there’s no way that all of factors encouraging you to go that way could possibly have occurred coincidentally? The kind of thing where so many different aspects of your life seem to converge in such a way, that everything supports the potential choice to go that way, that everything looks like it would work out peachy. Like you’re holding the single last piece to a jigsaw puzzle and you’re quite sure where the piece goes, and that this is the piece that goes there… I’m getting that kind of inkling lately about something, and it disturbs me. I’m suspicious. Maybe I’m being too cynical, maybe I’m just so jaded and bitter that when something potentially good comes along, that I’d refute it’s validity because it looks so tempting that I assume that there just has to be some nasty catch or something wrong that I can’t see. So it’s confusing, I’m not sure whether I’m hesitant because I think that it’ll all go wrong, or that I’m hesitant because things might work out great. It’s a interesting kind of conundrum.