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'Most human activities are predicated on the assumption that life goes on. If you take that premise away, what is there left?'

- Haruki Murakami

(Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of The World)

I've been reading all day, and the book is almost done..I came here just to write that sentence down. I will be back when the last page is done..its been a whole day of not-speaking. Do you know how very difficult is that.

Wait for me, Ink.

Murakami

So I've now read two and a half books by Murakami, and here's the strange thing about him: the minute I started with my second book, my mind subconsciously started drawing parallels with the first..I'm on the third one now and and my head is pretty full of geometry at this point. So I decided, since I haven't yet googled Murakami, I might as well write down what I've deduced about him from reading those twonahalf books. And once I'm done, I'll google him and see how close I got to the real thing.

Here goes.

Murakami's a tallish guy, in good shape, likes good food and exercise.

Has a thing for hygiene and cleanliness and stuff.

Likes cats..

Has a thing for shadows the same way that I have a thing for rain and stuff..

Studied literature or philosophy at some point? I don't know. This is wild speculation. I think its perfectly possible he was a mathematician or physicist or something..

Believes in determinism up to a point. That's pretty obvious with Kafka on the Shore and Dance dance dance. But UP TO A POINT. I'd elaborate and tell you what I think both books say about determinism but I'm really not in the mood.

Likes whiskey. For sure.

Has a thing for libraries. And for librarians possibly. Definitely believes the job implies intelligence.

Anti-establishment, but in a quiet cynic-on-the-inside kind of way.

Likes sci-fi. REALLY wild speculation.

Cares for music.

Now lets run a google search. I do believe I wont find a lot of my deductions on the internet. Maybe if I could ask his wife or friends or something I'd get to know if I was right or wrong. But also, I think he doesn't have a wife..unmarried or divorced or something. And now I'm really going a little nuts on this whole exercise. So I'll just go run a google search..I think an image would help corroborate some of our data.

*leaves to google*

Woah. I'm pretty Sherlock I must say. See this:

At 53, Murakami is dauntingly prolific and almost aggressively healthy. He swims and runs daily, and has run marathons in New York, Boston and Sapporo. He is in bed by 9 p.m. and up at 4. "You need power to be a good writer," he explains in a deep baritone that is as comforting in timbre as it is precise in expression.

That clarifies the first few points. About cats, I don't know..no reference anywhere. But really, seems like he likes cats. He has a wife after all..thats one point shot down. Nothing about whiskey either, but he owned a bar once..I think he must like whiskey cos all his characters seem to like it so much. Not Kafka Tamura, but he was only 15 anyway. I don't know about sci-fi.. I think that was a bullshit point to start with. So I'm cancelling it out. Maybe if he had a personal blog somewhere we could find out about the thing he has for shadows and all.

That was my Pointless Exercise for Today. I really hope Murakami doesn't run a search on himself and get linked here. In case that happens..whats up Haruki, I mean no harm. I'm just a fan who has nothing much to do in life. Speaking of which, apparently he answers to fan mail. I will write him someday..

Anyway. This post would have been way funner (do NOT correct my grammar I don't care if funner is not a word) but I'm in a whiskey downing mood myself today, we have that much in common Haruki, yaay. Plus I have a bad cold thats turning me feverish. I think I should go read now, the other half of the third book. Or maybe some mindless TV. Can't believe there was a time I watched almost nothing. How the times have changed! I grow old I grow old, I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled..

Fuck that. I should go wear trousers now, in the first place, cos its too cold for shorts. And by trousers I mean pajamas of course. Will be back tomorrow with a more purposeful post. This one I should have put up yesterday or the day before. Too bad I didn't. There is such a thing as the Right Time to write a post. I knew it. But I fucked around too much. Incompetent blustering idiot.

Now I'm really off.

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Hello Zonk.

Something so big its pretty much improbable is in the pipeline. Now I have a policy against divulging anything here that may betray the tiniest bit of hope (in order to never seem vulnerable, if you must know). But well. Screw the policy for the first time ever in the History of Ink. So.

*touch wood*

*fingers crossed*

And now I must go and spend some time watching mindless TV. It makes me happy. Judge me all you want, but remember, we all know who's boss around here and I can kick you out if you annoy me too much. But please, do feel free to continue touching wood and crossing your fingers even if you do get thrown out..the one has nothing to do with the other :)

Stream dammit!

Hello Zonk,

I had a lot to say two days ago, but I didn't, cos I happened to not be around here in time to say them. Anyway, its too late now for that. And I have nothing much to tell you right now. But I really need to watch the last episode of the 5th season of That 70's Show and the version I have SUCKS and keeps freezing and jumping. So I had to look for it online and now I've found it and I'm waiting for it to get done streaming. Now, as some of you may have already deduced, that means I'll be done watching this episode in about 353838 years. GODDAMIT STUPID SLOW NET. I hate this. Not all the time, cos I never watch videos online really, except for sometimes like right now. Which is when I start to hate my life. And I can only imagine what my poor computer must be going through. It must be like being an athlete with Olympic potential and mild paralysis.

And now I can go watch a tiny bit more.

But it'd be nicer to watch a lot more, so I'll just quickly tell you about my plan for the Day.

1. Finish stupid shoe

2. Start on cool shoe but not really ON the shoe cos I don't have it yet

3. Go to get watch with mother

4. Jam in the evening cos I'm too lazy right now

Of all of that, I better make sure at least point number 1 and 3 get done. SPECIALLY 1.

AAAAAAAAAAH!

Okay, little more streamed. Now I vamoosh. Boodgye.

The blackest blue

What I would give..

Pwned

'World of Goo' was featured in Eurogamer's top 50 games of 2008 in the tenth slot. Peter Moore, the head of EA Sports, in a rant about FIFA 09 being missing from Eurogamer's list, commented that he was surprised World of Goo was included up so high in the list, despite not having played it. 2D Boy (World of Goo Developers) responded by saying they were honored that World of Goo had this much mainstream awareness, and that it derives sick pleasure from the "industry big-wig's indignant, self-righteous incredulity".

source: Wikipedia

And that sick pleasure, is derived by us all...much love to 2D boy, you guys are the reason im in a video game design school :)

Some devil, some angel, has got me to the bone..

Few songs depress me like Shine and Some Devil.. Such music. But then Dave Matthews and Alexi are more god than men that way, we've already established that.

And now it's switched to Where are you Goin..

'' don't hide away, you are like an ocean..I can't see but I can smell and the sound of your waves crashing down...'

A whole day more of perching. I hope tomorrow dawns differently. It wears me out this waiting and this massive hopelessness. And its been going on too long now. And song switched to Dreaming Tree. 'If I had the strength to, I would leave you up, to your own devices..'

And so it is. I should be going now, Zonk. I have a little more work to finish today that I could have finished yesterday and didn't. Goodnight sleep tight don't let the mindrot bite. Step one in that direction: get a happier playlist. Morose, I know. My apologies. I'm in that Mood today, Zonk. Where I want to put off my phone and make music except I'm not feeling creative enough to do that. And I almost never want to put off my phone too. Screw.

I'll be off then.

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Sweatshirt weather

Goodmorning Zonk. I wonder why I'm so spaced out today, and I'd come to a conclusion with lightning speed in most cases of wondering, but being spaced out makes it difficult to wonder why I'm spaced out. Anyway. I'm not even supposed to be here. The Blog Police are on my trail and I need to move suavely through posts and crouch a lot. I'm even wearing a perfectly crafted dark suit right now as we speak. Pity its getting all crumpled cos of my habit of putting my feet up near the keyboard when I type..

*pink panther tune*

Nyaaah. I'm wearing pajamas. Which is what I came to tell you'll in the first place. Its sort of cold today and I'm wearing a sweatshirt at home and that makes me feel really pleased. I love sweatshirt weather. And pajamas-at-home weather. Needless to say, I'm not much to look at during the winter when I'm at home B-)

Now I must go buy ochre paint. Baaaaaaaaye Zonk.

so are we all 'rockstars'?

You're all rock stars now in a network town

theres no place to go,

to be on your own

making friends and foes

watch the network grow,

Will you find a time

when you're not online

standing all alone,

Where's your real friends now?

you have let them down

you're a download pal.

from the awesome song 'we are rockstars' by the band 'does it offend you, yeah?'

Hey

I'm tired now, Zonk. I've worked too long with this one guitar and now that I've glossed it, I wish to god I hadn't primed it at all. It would have been such a smooth paint job but no. I had to go prime it and now its all uneven and you can see it cos of the light reflecting off the gloss. Its unfair goddamit. Fuck you Universe. Chut.

Anyway, the artwork is good. So whatever. I have a pile of stuff to go through and a stupid entrance coming up that I don't want to give...If x spends y on z, and z runs away with all the shopping, whose fault is it? I don't fucking know and I definitely don't care to find out mathematically. Well to be fair I think its Z's fault, and to be fairer still, this is not much of a mathematical equation. But its been six years since I had to cram any of that bullshit and I don't see why I need to begin now. Of course, the math is a tiny bit of the paper. Apart from that and GK I should be quite sorted.

But I digress. Repeat: I have a pile of stuff to go through and a stupid entrance coming up that I don't want to give..Sometimes I get tired of waiting for things to work themselves out and we all know how much of a go-getter I am. (Not a go-getter at all, in case you don't actually know. So take that piece of information and move on and don't bother to tell me all about how everyone doesn't know who I am..Of course they don't, you Final Straw in this particular stack. And you should know better than to interrupt when two people are talking or one person's ranting, you ungrateful little lump of toejam. Moving on. *mumbles*)

Forgive me, Zonk, I don't mean to snap. But I am Sisyphus sitting on a mountain of Shoes and the brows of Family, all all awrinkle and clocks going Tick! in a painful, perfect synchrony. I grow old. I do I do. You do not do you do not do any more black shoe. Sorry, but 'do' and 'shoe' in the same paragraph..I could not resist. I wonder what I want, Zonk. Folks that will let me take my time to decide what I want to do? But hasn't this been time enough already? No. I really don't think it has..But who tells us these things..We do what we do in the end. Screw the why of it. It all still ends up well often enough. But its hard not to spot the difference on days like these when so much is on the verge of happening and whole humans hang from Hope. Dismal it is, and negative I am. So help me Universe. In spite of all the trivial times I've ever sworn at you.

Love you, Zonk. Its nice that Someone's always listening.

Time for TV now. Goodnight.