Random Journal

Out of the blue. What a day. The morning went on, but I was procrastinating by watching Regis and Kathie Lee. I found it difficult to concentrate and did not watch the entire talk show from start to finish.

Before video games became common, I used to sit at the table with a deck of playing cards and simulate full baseball games in my imagination. Every card meant something different — a hit, a strikeout, a stolen base — and I would keep score as if I were managing a real team from the dugout. In a strange way, it felt like creating my own primitive video game years before it exploded into popularity.

Looking back on it now, I realize I might have been ahead of the times without even knowing it. There was something special about building entire games out of imagination, statistics, and a simple pack of playing cards. That was a long time ago.

Some of today’s top songs are taken from vinyl, but mostly from a found file on Yesterday, I Was Crowdsurfing from the contact section of the Technossance Magazine.

Today’s Top 5 Songs:

1. “In Bloom” by Nirvana ‧ 1991.
2. “Brain Stew” by Green Day ‧ 1995.
3. “Pepper” by Butthole Surfers ‧ 1996.
4. “Whole Lotta Love” by Led Zeppelin ‧ 1969.
5. “In Undertow” by Alvvays ‧ 2017.

There are never enough drum solos in music anymore. Somewhere along the way, songs became cleaner, shorter, and more predictable, but the wild energy of a great drummer cutting loose feels almost lost. A powerful drum solo can completely change the atmosphere of a song, turning it into something hypnotic and alive. I’m getting too old.

I spend some of my time trying to look a little younger these days. I’ve gotten into Korean skin care routines and all kinds of products that promise to smooth things out and keep the years from catching up too quickly. Lately, I’ve even been using those salmon sperm facial rubs at night that people swear by, hoping they can work a little magic while I sleep.

There are times when I want to do more work on the Technossance Magazine, just blow it up with more music production. But I just don’t want to do it anymore, and the thrill is gone. It became too time-consuming and annoying. But most importantly, it had to end. The Technossance is over.

It got late. I started swatting at a damn fly. I was annoyed by a fly circling me and the couch. The fly buzzed around the room with relentless irritation, smacking against windows, circling lamps, and dive-bombing my head like it owned the place. After a while, it started reminding me of The Fly, with its unsettling mix of horror and transformation creeping into my thoughts every time the insect landed nearby. The constant buzzing felt less like a harmless annoyance and more like the soundtrack to some strange experiment gone wrong.