I’m always planning. I’d say the majority of my time is spent thinking of fun and original projects I’d like to someday undertake. I’ve become very adept at multi-tasking through the years, going to class, working, socializing, while simultaneously plotting, or daydreaming, or whatever you’d like to call it. These ideas typically range from serious aspirations to downright-silly, half-baked concepts, the majority of which fall somewhere in between.
Yesterday I was reading an article by Zack Parsons on Something Awful about a book of his that’s just been published. It’s about the strange inventions of World War II. It reminded me of a book idea I had a few years ago, because the notion of writing a pulp non-fiction book of “lists” or exploring, in-depth, one of my [many] lists has always intrigued me. I see this genre of book often. For example, a sportswriter retelling the most memorable ballgames he’s attended, or ranking the bloodiest boxing matches ever.
To make a long story even longer, I’ll start the main point of this entry here, in the third paragraph. Yesterday (after a weird and ambient jam session with Ian and Ken) I watched Chopping Mall, House of Wax and Evil Breed: The Legend of Samhain. Watching shitty-movie-after-shitty-movie reminded me of my idea to write an book that chronicled the worst movies ever made. I actually started this book a year ago, when I watched Urban Legends: Final Cut and wrote an incredible, drunken, real-time review of the film, with little regard for grammar or coherence. I churned out some gems like, “The killer, I guess, is wearing a fencing uniform, which makes sense, because I know I’m terrified of fencers…terrified of being the target of unwanted sexual advances from a person with skin like a pepperoni pizza.” Now, tell me a book of reviews just like that wouldn’t be a laugh-riot!
- I finally ordered an extension cabinet for my H|H amplifier. It should be here in a week. It’s a 2×12 cabinet with Celestion V-30′s, and it cost a measly $330. Now I just have to find someone to buy the Twin Reverb. If anyone is interested, let me know.
- I updated my weekly picks at The Tripwire, because I’ve been digging all these re-issues of acid-drenched folk records from the ’70s. I’m sure self-defined pundits are going gay for the (insert Sub Pop band-of-the-moment) album, but that shit don’t impress me. I’m only happy when I’m listening to The Parapsychic Acoustic Research Cooperative record and severely freaking myself the fuck out.
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