When being wet is the last resort.

I think there’s an expectation you have with prog rock that the music you’re listening to comes from a tight group of guys with long hair and weeks of stubble growing on their chins, working hard, sweating and lighting up in a studio to produce a transaction between the psyche of the band and the listener. That’s a given. So when the new Muse record is played through you can’t help but be amazed by how earnestly, truthfully, and of course, spectacularly (!) gay an experience it is!

This is my first experience traversing through what can only be described as “Camp Space-Rock.” Love child of Barbarella, YES, ELP, Hawkwind and just about a gallon of pretension, and they somehow become the hairdresser’s version of Pink Floyd.

This is of course delightful.

Other avenues of though? Not many functioning today. The heat’s too high, the sun too bright, and most of the day spent working towards going home, which will not be that much fun due to the furnace like qualities of the apartment.

I feel clinically depressed, which is good for me as I work in a cubicle landscape with no lab coats in sight. It’s almost as if my emotions have no bearing whatsoever on my life or the lives of others. No wonder people think I’m a soulless zombie…it’s quite true.

If I’m around a conversation between a group of people (that means I’m not the focus of the conversation if you’re bothering to follow this) and you notice I’m not talking this is why: I’m imagining what you would look like dead after a car hit you. This is also quite true. Another example: when I go to bars I imagine the look on people’s faces if someone were to suddenly pull a gun on them. I want to know what their mouths would do. How fast would the react? Do they ever consider the possibility that someone could become really unhinged and do that? How thin is this transparent line between the crime and dream of the crime? Andrew Cunanan was possibly obsessed with this idea.

In a typical fashion I’m hiding from reality, so nothing cold can touch the last spark that burns.