zx3 @zx3@driveinsaturday.org

i am REAL goddamned fucking tired.

does anyone know how many times i have to listen to "Rez" by Underworld before it hard-reboots my cognition cores? eleven times? is it twelve? more? hmm?

let's ah-find out.

EVERYBODY GET IN HERE, I HAVE LOCATED A NEW HILL TO DIE ON

not only is "THEY LIVE" a documentary, but it exists in the same universe as "Videodrome."

also, "THEY LIVE" is painfully, almost scathingly more relevant now than it was at the time of release. you owe yourself a re-watch.

it's September first. that creaking, cracking, breaking sound you hear is the Auld Gofficks in your neighborhood emerging from their sarcophagi in search of absinthe and clove cigarettes and a place to look morose at without being hassled.

beautiful, isn't it? the cosmic ballet goes on.

https://youtu.be/ubZxoPGVjZo?si=LeRc4F0zW6pZETa_

[after a day of intense competency, forward motion on both job search and a personal project, and general Getting Shit Done] wow, i'm moving past the awfulness. i feel okay. i'm not panicking. is this the legendary "go time?" am i even mentally ill anymore?

[after a night of screaming anxiety dreams and a morning where i could just barely drag my ass out of bed to do a pointless Teams interview, eat a shit-ton of carbs and collapse back in bed] hmm. (insert Bowie's "All The Madmen" here)

corollary: if you listen to the Tron: Uprising soundtrack, it's the same, but you have bad hair and your limbs are helllllla loooooooong for some reason

(nothing but love for my Uprising peeps out there, #TronLives)

remember, if you listen to the "Tron Legacy" soundtrack while you do it, it's not illegal. it's important, brilliantly subversive work that you're doing to create a free system under the thumb of an oppressive megalomaniac.

it's finally raining after a week-long heatwave here in the Midwest. thunder has been booming for hours now. Pearl hated thunder and would need physical contact and reassurance through every storm. now, trying to enjoy the sound of rain on the roof and gentle rolls of thunder across the sky, getting conflicting feelings. i hope Pearl's ghost is not too bothered. i hope she understands i would still be holding her if i could.

i keep miscalculating how many dogs are in the house. "Rose is in the front room, Ray is right here, so where is--oh. dammit."

one of the shining stars at the center of my universe has blinked out. Goodbye Pearl, you will be with me forever.

thanks for your #movie recommendations, everybody. i decided on "Hotel Artemis" because my dear sister recommended it a while back and i trust her judgement. i hope you all have an incomprehensible friday night, as i am having.

i'm making steak curry and kind of drunk, listening to D&B at brain-damaging volume levels, as one does when one has a night away from one's partner. recommend me a #movie, internet. take your best shot.

happy "Elvis is Still Dead Day" to all those who celebrate it.

remember when Elvis sightings were a thing, and fat, weirdly-pompadoured, be-jumpsuited Elvis became sort of a shorthand talisman for the kind of uneasy but vaguely optimistic, post-hippie, pre-millennium/pre-internet fascination with fortean events, UFO's and the supernatural? adjacent from actual cult lore, only mildly overlapping with Fake Real Cults like the Subgenii, often appearing in pop culture imagery before fully metastatizing in its most well-known host, The X Files.

Rotund, Spangled, Perpetually-Young-and-frequently-abducted-by-aliens Elvis was a symbol unto itself that meant a lot of things, and people just stopped using it after the turn of the century. last time i heard anyone mention Elvis in this capacity was in the first "Men In Black" movie ("Elvis is *not* dead, he just went home"). the culture has moved on from this now quaint period of low weirdness that lasted from the mid-80's to the mid-to-late 90's.

if you ever want to read a book that perfectly encapsulates this time period, seek out the book "Buddy Holly is Alive And Well On Ganymede" by Bradley Denton; which was going to be made into a movie starring Jon Heder but never came together.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OmQpZ7iYDo4

oh yeah, i have a masto instance, don't i.

hello. nothing is new. no job, no change, no forward motion.

watching the world right now is like watching a supercut of that one scene in 'Holy Grail' with Lancelot charging the castle and never quite getting there.

the great thing about going to small live music venues is getting to know and recognize your city's wandering eccentrics. like you go to a little club you've never been to before, but check it out, Bathrobe Jesus and the Goodwill Cosmonaut are here, okay this is gonna be a fun show

i don't know to what extent having recieved a couple of encouraging nibbles from possible jobs helped improve my functionality today, but i can honestly say that it certainly didn't *hurt.*

this week i have experienced all points on the full spectrum of functionality, from "fucking barely" all the way to "can dress self and answer questions" and veering wildly back to "segfault, lose equilibrium, release Magic Smoke."