I’ve always been somewhat of a compter guy. I know my way around a machine and I can generally fix 99% of the problems that arise with my own personal computer. However, I’ve always favored box PC’s over laptops, simply because laptops have a tendency to slow to a crawl after a few months of moderate use, while desktops can go for a number of years without needing an upgrade, depending on what model you get.
But to me, Apple laptops are a much different story. They’re built much sturdier than most Windows machines and are pretty damn sexy to boot. While they are expensive, I believe, especially in the case of laptops and computers in general, that you get what you pay for.
So, on a slightly similar note, I’ve been looking into laptops for a while now, with my eyes set on a 15″ MacBook Pro. Low and behold, my 18th birthday comes around, and what else do I get but…
I am currently typing to you from the comforts of my bed at 1:43 in the morning. Ah, what a wondrous adventure this will be. Now, all I need is a mouse.
A few years ago, I came across another man’s identity. I didn’t steal it by any means, I’m not a sleaze. I didn’t betray him, I’m not his friend. I just came upon it one day, laying there on top of a pile of trash. The man, who in the interest of safety and morality I’ve decided to call “careless man”, was a wealthy 30 something who lived in downtown Manhattan. That day I picked up his name and social security number, and since then it’s sat inside my wallet behind my drivers license, each day fading a little more.
I tell you this story because every once in a while I enjoy checking in on careless man. I don’t steal money from his bank account or anything along those lines, and he has no idea that I have his information. Sometimes I just like knowing that I have this man’s life in my hands. Granted, in this day and age, stealing his identity would be more of a nuisance than a life-ending event, but then again, it’s the little things in life that matter, right?
I haven’t told anyone that I have this god complex; I feel they might lose trust in me. But every few months or so, I see what he’s doing, what he’s buying, you know, the kind of stuff stalkers do.
Turns out his wife died a few years ago.
So every year, on his anniversary, I write him letters posing as his wife, saying that I wrote the letters before her death. In the letters, I tell him of the affairs that his wife had with first names that I pull out of my old high school yearbook, hoping that careless man will know these men. I think I’m slowly tearing this man’s life apart, because last time I checked in on him, he’d taken a new found interest in firearms.
Sometimes I just think I’m the funniest guy I know.
I’ve gone through a number of blogs in my years as a teenager. Each on distinctly different than the next, but yet somewhat the same in a number of ways (I’d assume). Yet in the end they all meet a timely demise due to a lack of interest (‘that was so two weeks ago’) or some other personality flaw. The same was almost true about this here blog, due to the fact that I have another blog that actually gets views and comments, and I was about ready to jump ship entirely.
Yet, for some reason, I came back.
I don’t really have a concrete reason why, nor does it matter, but here I am, and instead of segwaying into an actual topic, I believe I’ll just cut it short, but I will end it on this:
Go see Wall-E and The Dark Knight. Easily two of the best films of the summer.
http://www.zshare.net/audio/15153327ae310e4d/
First song off of Anberlin’s September album “New Surrender”. Sadly, it’s a low-quality MySpace rip. 96kbps. When I get a better copy, I’ll upload it.
192kbps. Have at it.
Filed under: music, review | Tags: coldplay, viva la vida, viva la vida or death and all his friends
You know, ever since The 40-Year-Old Virgin, it seems that it’s sort of been taboo to enjoy a Coldplay album. It would seem that enjoying Parachutes makes me gay. Well if that’s true, turn my stool upside-down, cover me in rainbows and give me a lisp, ’cause I’d be a queer.
While I may be a Coldplay loving (more like enjoying) queer, I failed to see the majestic beauty that everyone else saw in “Viva La Vida”. I mean, yes, it is a good song, but everyone held it up on this pedestal like it was the Coldplay song. But I’m wandering (slightly) off topic.
Viva La Vida or Death and All His Friends, aside from having a ridiculously long title, isn’t that bad. With every new CD from a band I like, there’s always a nagging doubt in the back of my as to whether or not they’ll retain their sound (see Narrow Stairs). So with Viva, I kind of went into the experience hoping everything would be just like the last time we were together, but at the same time, trying to be open to the change.
But Viva is definitely Coldplay, and during some of it, it’s them at their finest. Tracks like “42″ and “Lost!” are great example of what Chris Martin & Co. are capable of. Sadly though, most of the album consists of tracks that are altogether skippable. Granted, it’s not like the tracks are bad, but at the same time, they just kind of felt like filler between the tracks that I actually did enjoy.
In the end, Viva La Vida or Death and All His Friends is a good CD. By no means is it their best work, but it’s a nice follow up to X & Y. Also, in a Nevermind-like fashion, there’s a sticker on the album to cover up the boobs, for those of us who can’t handle 14th century breasts…
***/*****
