My friend Lepard introduced me to this show last night. I watched both seasons today. So feckin funny.
I'm having a relationship with an album. It feels like an archaic thing from the last century. When was the last time I even bought an album anyways? But tonight I just sat meditating at the center of my living room, the best place to feel the surround sound of this new system I set up at my new place. I sat here trying to forget how deeply disappointing people can be. Anyway, I think this is the second time I've ever listening to a CD on my PS3 and had no idea that it was goinna play it in sorround sound and it's fucking awesome.
I would never kill myself, but you can kind of let yourself die.
For me, this is the centerpiece of the album. If I dropped dead tomorrow and this was the last song I ever posted, I would be fine with it.
Instead, there was a new distraction:
something in my memory flashing,
as if unfocussed, and then clearer,
only to vanish once again.
Then I became abruptly bored
by work with needle and with screw,
observing the shimmer in the pattern,
of monotonous infusoria,
unravelling the bowels of a grass snake.
No longer did the lab seem heaven;
I started to imagine how, at the vicar’s,
she and I would meet once more.
The University Poem, Vladimir Nabokov
This game kinda makes Grand Theft Auto look....simplistic.