TOMORROW the world will be mine. I shall be the Czar of my own private domain, the ruler of dreams and ambitions. I shall charge them for a penny and then sell the pennies for gold. All of this, TOMORROW.
This evening's agenda:
-Clear away rubble and rabble
-Peruse the catalogue of magical armaments
-Make this land anew
Everything written here is the truth.
Beware the Caterpillar Man.
Firefox and Livejournal have made poor bedfellows for quite a while now and I shake my fist at their constant squabbling. Grrr.
Anyway, I've been hidernating, with a great many things to get around to that have been lying stale for weeks, but for now the morning comes and that is when I slumber. Soon, though... oh yes, very soon, the revelations shall come. And they shall be mediocre, but at least I'll have scribed something.
God damn the moon is fucking awesome.
You'd better like the moon, or I'll have to come 'round to your house and kick your ass.
I have e-mails, comments and entries that I am well overdue to respond to, and I apologise. I've had a completely unbusy day and hoped to make an effort to catch up, but my mood has been in a downward spiral and I've gotten nothing done. I'll go to bed and hopefully be in a better mood for it tomorrow.
It seems fate has foiled every attempt at fun I've made today, so I'm doing this instead. Roleplaying isn't on tonight, Anthony wasn't able to come over, and my computer has decided to cease recognising that it has CD and DVD drives, while at the same time acknowledging that they're there. All I wanted to do was play Portal.
So I'll piss around on the internet for a while and then resume trying to fix/wreck my computer.
I've returned from Christchurch, and while this feeling has been growing over time, I can now fully conclude that the city is a total hole. Anthony and I were discussing this tonight, and we both agreed that it's a city too large for itself. It's not a large city in the way that one thinks of New York as a city. I'm not even sure if it has any buildings above ten storeys. It's just a large expanse of suburbia with a city in the middle to support it, and there's simply not enough there for the population to really thrive on.
I feel it is a city that ignores its youth at best, and demonises them at worst. I don't necessarily think that the place hates young people, but rather they simply don't know what to do with them. It is a rather cultured city, which spends quite a bit in supporting its heritage and the arts, but the end result is that it's a city geared towards adults, and there's very little for teenagers to actually do. So these kids end up out on the street causing trouble and all the older folks wail and scream and wonder why someone else won't fix it. Teenagers exist, they sometimes act like little shits, and while I certainly don't think people should just roll over and live with it, it really feels like the citizens of Christchurch and trying to find ways to make them go away, as if they are malevolent spirits that can be banished, instead of trying to fix the problem. And the problem is that Christchurch is a boring shithole of a town that lacks the ability to properly support its population. I grew up there, and it's my home, yet my friends and family are the only reason I ever go back.
In contrast, Dunedin has the problem of a medium-sized town with the largest University in the country, so you get drunken students burning furniture and making noise at all times of the night, but they're at least recognised as a part of the population. It's small enough that you can walk anywhere important, but big enough to have places you want to go. And while Christchurch supports art in the sense that it supports paintings and craftwork, Dunedin supports art in the sense that it supports ideas and creative expression. Graffiti is a great example here. Christchurch is littered with awful tagging, but most of the graffiti I've encountered in Dunedin can actually be called street art, and some of it I've been meaning to take photos of. Meanwhile, Christchurch forks out taxpayer money to commission abstract sculptures and then places them in places where they clash horribly with their surroundings in an attempt to fill their city with art without actually being an artistic city.
That's me for now.
I am here, in Christchurch, after a long trip of cramped legs and awful Christmas music. I was reminded of why I rarely get conventional fast food - at KFC I paid $9.90 for what looked like a decently sized combo only to find the burger was tiny, the type normally given to kids. Along the way we saw a UFO, which was later identified as an aeroplane.
The vampire LARP this week was, in a word, hilarious. Actually, that's untrue. It's the events that followed it that were wonderful. I got home the evening after the LARP and thought to myself "Well, that went rather well." The next day I walk in to Nexus to find out that there was a special news update about the night following that session, which includes the deaths of thousands of people, about twenty lupines, every member of My Chemical Romance, and some trees (Matt was particularly upset about that last one). Glorious.
Upon arriving home tonight I saw there had been a large earthquake in Gisbourne, which was rather surreal. My real life and roleplaying shouldn't mix like that. Then again, for most of the time the LARP has been running I was completely unsure as to whether My Chemical Romance were actually performing in New Zealand or not (even now I'm only assuming they didn't because I haven't heard any mention of it).
Was going to make an update tonight but too tired and busy. Still, I'm alive.