trenchkamen: (The nut runs the nuthouse.)
Saw the Touring the Angel concert this evening. That would be Depeche Mode, back on the road since Dave Gahan is out of rehab.

Oh my god. What an amazing concert.

And here is what you need to know in capsulated form:


If you want a longer explanation of our evening check out Whitney's entry.
trenchkamen: (Freedom.)
I'm barricading myself in my room with my textbooks and applications this weekend. I want my Thanksgiving break to be relatively work-free. Severus Snape / Remus Lupin / Sirius Black may be able to prod me out.

The Trial is a rather boring book, but it has to be finished (and written up) by Monday. American Gods was moving slowly and disappointing me for a Gaiman book. I may try to get back into it after I read Memoir of a Geisha, as the movie is coming out soon. Red Dragon is going to be a must before Behind the Mask is released next year, and I will be looking forward to that one--when I was reading The Silence of the Lambs and Hannibal I could not put either book down. Reading a Lecter book without Starling will be odd, though. I still have books given to me as birthday gifts that I very much want to read -- The Scar and Thud! It is a crime to have an unread Pratchett book in my room.

This time next week I will have seen Depeche Mode perform live. They better play all their good, old stuff--short, if they don't play all the goodies like "Enjoy the Silence" and "Black Celebration" and "In Your Room" and "It's no Good" and "One Caress" and "Personal Jesus" and "Photographic" and "Policy of Truth" and "Precious" and "Strangelove" and "Somebody" and "The Sweetest Perfection" and you get the idea, I'll help Mr. Pain-and-Suffering-in-Various-Tempos accomplish what he never accomplished all those times he tried to kill himself.

The trebuchet was prematurely named "Milkshake" today. By Monday I would like there to be some truth to the catch-phrase "Damn right it's better than yours." It's hitting off-center and is quite the fickle bitch.
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When is that BitTorrent tracker going to approve me for uploading, anyway? I've been neurotically checking my email all evening ever since I found it and decided that it would do a hell of a better job than my own ghetto-tastic tracker. The fans demand their movie!

If there is one thing science projects have taught me, it is this: success is inversely proportional to the amount of effort and revising one puts into a project. I think it would just be better for us to leave it be and pray to a merciful god on Friday morning. Or slap together a new rocket half an hour before launch with a party-hat nose cone. I bet that new rocket would keep an egg aloft for 60 seconds, no problem.

LimeWire is the best thing since sliced bread. I'm being spoiled after so long with WinMX.

Depeche Mode's new single is delicious, as expected. I cannot wait for their new album to be released.
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Me + [ profile] keichisfuuma + [ profile] xcerebraledemax + [ profile] jawzdharken + [ profile] chrissykitty = Depeche Mode, November 25, Glendale Arena, Glendale-fucking-Arizona, USA.

Hell. Yes.

And, on that note, it's October-the-fucking-2nd, and it's still hot as hades at 9 AM. Die, Arizona. Die.

Trenchcoat season won't some soon enough.
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Hell. Yes.

I've been waiting for this for so long.

July 2012



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