It looks like Stephen Hawking, Bill Nye, and Neil deGrasse Tyson are about to drop an album.

Jesus fucking Christ. At least Charles Kinsey isn't dead. And it is Florida. But what the fuck?

So "Inception" totally blew my mind. A lot of thoughts have been streaming through my head since, and the synchronicity of some of these thoughts have been kind of unnerving.

Brand New "Millstone": a punk rock retelling of "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner"

Apparently one of my neighbors is either reminiscing about the past, or feeling heartbroken, or both, because he/she was playing this song from TLC from yesteryear:

“If she means so much to you,” said Dumbledore, “surely Lord Voldemort will spare her? Could you not ask for mercy for the mother, in exchange for the son?”

Because of the release of Deathly Hallows today, I had to catch up and read Half-Blood Prince. One of the reasons why I had decided to put off reading it was because everyone had ruined the “big surprise,” which was the death of Albus Dumbledore.

Excerpt from Encyclopedia Mechanica Temporis (18th edition):

I am feeling really out of sorts.

The root of all my misery.

i have walked into my school and discovered that today is the first day of orientation for the m1s. for some inarticulable reason, i cringe. oh well. live and learn. nothing teaches like the hand in the fire.

well. until i figure out how to post things remotely at my hand-crafted blog, this will have to do. this is where i shall post random snippets from my promiscuous wanderings amongst strange computer terminals in this brave new world.

I feel so subnormal. Abnormal I could handle, but this is a realization that I am not fit to live this life, that I cannot fight, don't even wish to fight, and I'm just waiting for oblivion to swallow my head. More melodramatic bullshit. I don't feel like I can handle a crisis right now. I'm not strong enough to rebuild the walls, not deal with people. Goddamn, why can't I deal with people? This is easily the source of all my problems. I get all achy, shivery, dying. What do I do with people?