So I googled "moogle" just now for reasons that are not particularly important, and I am now in stitches over this. (Read the whole way down - this is a rare, golden exception to the "never read comments on the internet" rule!) I also discovered that moogle.co.uk is the homepage of a National Lottery syndicate, bizarrely. I am very confused as to why, and also I thought that was illegal/against the Lottery rules. Someone needs to buy that domain and fill it with actual moogles, stat.

In other news, zeldenthuis, I've just found something for the strange covers collection, in case you haven't heard this: Monumentum doing "Fade to Grey". Italian goth-dark-metallers do weird things. O_O

I'm also currently in love with Mono Inc's "Grown", which I can't find on Youtube but the lyrics are here. Because, well, yes. O_O (Although whoever transcribed those lyrics didn't have a very good ear, but they're close.)

[The administration thanks you for your time. This post was brought to you by http://www.relentlessenergy.com, because there are so many empties around the house now that even I'm starting to wonder if I have a problem. >.> ]

Laters,
Rath

A propos de rien, except that sternenstaub mentioned the Eurovision, I've just found the bestest photo of Lordi that I've seen in ages. Castle + monsters = win. ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

WUS last night was completely off the sanity chart, since we got a prog set and a weird covers set right after each other. Word to the wise: don't cover Megadeth. You do not sound like Dave Mustaine, and consequently absolutely nothing you can do to the vocals will do anything but detract from the awesome. On the good side, I did get to headbang myself into rapturous oblivion to the Children of Bodom cover of Alice Cooper's Bed of Nails, which is one of the most brilliant things ever. There's this one moment in the chorus where the lead guitar line collides absolutely amazingly with the note Alexi's singing and it makes the back of my neck tingle every time. Eeeeeeeeee. *shivers*

There were also two (that I picked up) weird Manowar covers in there and now I have a terrible urge to listen to Manowar a lot. Okay, I don't think that's so terrible, but I bet everyone else does.

Meanwhile, I am so dead of tired right now. Luckily I am off work this afternoon. Downtime plz...

Laters,
Rath

For once, I did NOT ask to be awake at five in the morning. But I am. Also I think I have found the song I want to slice my own ribcage open for so I can tuck it into the cavity of my heart and never be without it. Song in question is Goteki's Shinjuku Lullaby, as if everything they've already done to me over the years wasn't enough, now there's this and it's so much of the truth and beauty of this perfect fucking perfect world that... I don't have words, and I just typoed that as "I don't have worlds", which is not right at all because the problem is more that I have too many of those. Every time I think it can't get betterworsewhatever it does, and every time is one more step towards an ultimate mystery that's an infinite number of steps away and somehow, all the same, this is progress.

...oh, and then there's a remix which may actually be more beautiful and therefore hurt more than the original. I think I want to die. Please. Now, quietly, lying in a gutter in the grey before the dawn, with the sky turning silver-blue between the tops of the skyscrapers and the gulls calling above, and this song playing in my ears. Maybe that way I'd rest in peace. I almost think I would.

(Not suicidal, btw. Just want to die this way. Not the same thing. Don't worry.)

The Navigator, staring at the sky and watching the neons blinking...

For the benefit of those who stood by me and of those who had to go to bed - I'm not dead. Hello people. *s* Thank you so much (lj)fluffymormegil, (lj)oml404 (hope you're feeling better mate!), (lj)lonescorpion raisedbymoogles, deepbluesquee, lookingforsigns and sternenstaub for all being there for me in one capacity and another.

So yeah, I got out of work at two thirty yesterday. That is, two thirty IN THE MORNING. It's quite bizarre, my IJ posts show off the descent of my brain quite neatly. First post is a simple "oh bugger, have to work late," unlocked. Second is a panicked plea for help, locked down to a few close friends. Third, completely private, is the draft of a very ill-advised email that I'm really glad I didn't send, from sometime around midnight. Oh dear.

This is your brain on copy-editing...

Laters,
Rath

I wanted to write this review last night, ie before I'd actually had a break in the thirty-seven-hour period of not sleeping that formed most of my weekend. It would have been much more deranged and fun reading than the slightly (only slightly...) more coherent review you're about to get instead. However, by the time I got in last night I was so dead that (lj)lonescorpion had to force me to go to bed rather than do anything else. So.

( How it happened was like this. )

So yeah. How was everyone else's weekend and please can I go to bed now? ^_^

Lots of love and cybernetic bats to all,
Rath x


[1] To everyone who knows that one: yes, I know you will now be hearing it on loop ALL WEEK. I'm just evil like that.