"The Force Trainer (expected to be priced at $90 to $100) comes with a headset that uses brain waves to allow players to manipulate a sphere within a clear 10-inch-tall training tower, analogous to Yoda and Luke Skywalker's abilities in the Star Wars films."

[USA Today article.]

A twenty-six year old named Matt Smith. He will be the youngest actor to play the Doctor.

I cannot avoid posting this.

The first two minutes of the Doctor Who Christmas special aired tonight. It is on the Children in Need site, but is once again restricted to region. So here's the dirty YouTube version:



Oh, yes. This makes me happy.

After not writing for ages, a little meme brings me back for a spell. Thanks for the thought, setsuled.

1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 56.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next seven sentences in your journal along with these instructions.
5. Don't dig for your favorite book, the cool book, or the intellectual one: pick the CLOSEST.
6. Tag five other people to do the same.

I'll admit, I opted for Stiff Upper Lip, Jeeves by P.G. Wodehouse over the unabridged Webster's New Twentieth Century Dictionary that is nearby. Picking the closest book is a bit difficult when there are literally thousands stacked, boxed, or perpetually drifting around me. Anyway, in this passage Bertram Wooster is referring to a centerpiece he spies at his host's dinner table:

In any normal house it would have been a bowl of flowers or something on that order, but this being Totleigh Towers it was a small black figure carved of some material I couldn't put a name to. It was so gosh-awful in every respect that I presumed it must be something he had collected recently. My Uncle Tom is always coming back from sales with similar eyesores.

"That's new, isn't it?" I said, and he started violently. I suppose he'd just managed to persuade himself that I was merely a mirage and had been brought up with a round turn on discovering that I was there in the flesh.

"That thing in the middle of the table that looks like the end man in a minstrel show. It's something you got since . . . er . . . since I was here last, isn't it?"

Tactless of me, I suppose, to remind him of that previous visit of mine, and I oughtn't to have brought it up, but these things slip out.

To view the first episode of Jeeves and Wooster, just follow this handy YouTube playlist. There's also a preview for those who do not wish to open new windows:

So. I should have written all sorts of things by now. I'm no longer in the Falls, and I'd honestly rather not talk about any of it. The mucus monster resides in my chest and nasal passages, making anything and everything nearly impossible. However, I must post this news;

Barrowman (Captain Jack Harkness) will return to Torchwood for a third season mini-series of five episodes on BBC1. Filming starts in August. (Information found on Wired.com here.)

This may be old news. Keep in mind that I didn't have internet access for quite a while.

P.S. Sayonara Zetsubo Sensei is an amazing anime. Thank you setsuled for the recommendation. I've watched seasons one and two, but that's for another entry...

My roommate doesn't want me to use his laptop, and the USB wireless card that Karl was kind enough to buy me won't work. So right now I'm borrowing his laptop to let you all know that until I get a job, I won't be able to be online regularly. Or if I magically make the wireless card work and pilfer for a bit.

We shall see.

Otherwise all is fine. I'll update again when I can.

Withdrawing from most everything brought silence in my life, including here.

As usual, much has happened and most of it isn't what you'd generally call good. Al broke up with me. Twice. He fucked a mutual friend behind my back. I gave him another chance. It didn't work out, and I didn't go back. Some newfound friends let me sleep on their futon until I managed to move into a loft with a guy I went to high school with. We were both in situations that required a quick move, so it was mutually beneficial. Now I'm back in the town we went to school in. It wouldn't be so bad if there was any sort of public transportation. My job search is limited to walking distance.

That wasn't so bad. Nice and neat. A tidy mess bound by letters. Perhaps I'm too tired to notice the holes.

Justin and I are going to see Radiohead The Cure* tomorrow evening. This shall definitely be something I'll never forget.

*Apparently I could forget which show I was going to, though. I'll be seeing Radiohead later. It's still rather surreal to think that I saw/will see either of them.

Softly touch my left hand
It feels likes butter
Melting on plastic
That is panic
That is confusion
Seven dreams I had
Are all coming true
But I wake up and I see
Ceiling, white, blurring
I only wish for everything
And then I may be less sad
There are people
There are countries dying
And I still presume to complain
That my heart is longing
Deeply stroke me
Remove my needs, for a while
And soften my senses
Those that prick so harshly
Every day, each singular day
Tongues slide easily over honey
So beguile me, so comfort me
I cannot live
Otherwise
Touch me

- James Mulligan

CANCER (June 21-July 22): Are your cohorts looking at you quizzically, wondering why you seem so energized from exploring the shadowy, off-limits places? I'll offer some suggestions about what you could say to them. First, try to make them see that until you've risked going too far, you may not know when to stop. Second, tell them that you suspect there are healthy desires buried at the roots of your dark feelings, and you're hoping to free them. Third, explain to them that you're not picking at your scabs in order to prolong your hurt, but rather to better understand the hurt. If those rationales are too subtle for your companions to understand, cackle softly and say that you just need to be a little bad in order to give your goodness more soul.

Horseheadedfleshwizard

Hose down the dead
Before they die, before they die
Hose down the dead
Before they die, before they die
Do you hear a dying fire, a dying fire
Oh, can you feel a golden soul

I put the ovaries in my mouth
And all the dogs won't die
And the devil will call the cats home
And he looks up to the sky
I put the ovaries in my mouth
And all the dogs won't die
And the devil will call the cats home
And he looks up to the sky

Hose down the dead
Before they die, before they die
Hose down the dead
Before they die, before they die

- Devendra Banhart

Your fantasies are kicking up a storm and you cannot just ignore them. The problem is that your dreams can run you all over the map, for they feel so real. With Mercury retrograde now, there can be a deja vu quality to your life. Rest assured that you are moving through new territory. You have not been here before, so don't make assumptions based upon past experiences.

Saturday night, Justin and I attended a costume party. It was surprisingly fun. I dressed as a goth faery and Justin was Hunter's lawyer in Fear and Loathing. We only had a day to get our costumes together, as he was invited at the last minute by a co-worker/friend, but it didn't matter. Everyone was very nice and excellent to observe after drinking a few cups of punch. Unfortunately, I forgot to bring my camera. I had to bring my costume and such to work in order to be ready for the party on time, so it was inevitable that I'd forget something.

I've come to develop rather pleasant social skills. Almost no anxiety, and generally casual. If only I could keep that up constantly - then my anxiety would be nearly non-existent.

If I don't go to bed now, I'll never stop rambling...