I ain't dead, I ain't done:

when this semester ends, I will never have to go back to St. Mary's.


oh, man, that feels so good to say.


there have been a great many happenings in my life as of late, gentle readers, and I know that you're curious about them because I've been terribly negligent in my blogging yet again. I would apologize, but it would be fairly insincere and you probably know that, so let's just skip that part of the proceedings and see if I can't stick to this once a day idea that I had a month ago. deal?



I thought you'd like that.


so, yes, I am done with St. Mary's. as of December I am officially withdrawing, never to return (fo'eva eva? fo'eva eva.) I'm moving into a new place that month and hopefully going full time at my current job, which is boring production round peg in the round hole sort of nonsense, but with time I will be working my way into the field of technical writing, which is equally boring but will pay me great big piles of cash American. after the first year I'll qualify for tuition reimbursement, which means I can finish my bachelor's online (likely through College Park.) my car is paid off in March, my loans won't come due until July and I'm consolidating them later this week, and I am more or less marking days off the calendar as I count down to wonderful, glorious freedom from stuffy, stiffling, time-consuming all-hateful pain in the ass academia. if I were not in a very public place as I write this, I would probably get out the Katt Williams Sportscenteresque victory dance. in fact, I can't guarantee that I won't feel compelled to do so before I finish writing this.

in other news, I have managed to write maybe eighty percent of a rap album only to find that 1) lo and behold, I have decided I can write better shit and b) I do not have the time nor the funds to actually make my own beats. the writing is actually a fun thing to play with; I've spent the last several years constantly attempting to one up myself in that regard and not having twenty credits' worth of blah blah etc. to read for a year makes reworking the bulk of it less daunting. the latter is a far more substantial problem than the former - though come December, maybe I will make another go of it. I have become fond of telling people that tracktion, protools, etc. are not the magical musical super computer clickity clickity boxes that I previously thought they were. you actually do sort of need to know what the hell it is that you're doing in order to get non-shit non-MIDI sounds out of them. it seems you also need to spend a fair amount of non-monopoly dollars, which I do not really have on tap just now. maybe Black Milk could get some dope shit out of tracktion and a usb mic, but I am not him. yet.


it is starting to seem like some degree of networking is in order to make any real progress with this, which is upsetting, since my original impetus for learning to make my own beats was that I am deeply averse to playing well with others at this point in my life. explaining to other people that I want to make an album that condenses eighteen hours of my particular personal hyperintense trippery into forty-fiveish minutes of dystopian hip hop is tricky business, especially when I have no musical vocabulary to express such with other than 'no, not that, not that, and not that, start over, do it again'. maybe this is why so many MCs end up rapping about empty trap shit. maybe I should do that too. I'd look gangster as fuck with some tattoos and a Gucci rag.


wait, no. it's not time for a tangent yet. run that back.


so, to summarize: I am alive, gentle readers. I am working, I am writing, I am still sorely lacking patience and still unlikely to listen to reason. there have been many changes but they are more or less superficial; I still think I'm right about everything and I will still be telling you all about it from time to time and you will still be interested despite yourself. there will be album excerpts, there will be occasional venomous social commentary complete with suspect leaps in logic, there will be a top twenty list for 2008 that will probably not include your favorite band(s), there will be a variety of things that make no sense or are not wise to write about on the internet or are otherwise full of moderately questionable content.

but that is what I do, and that is why you like me. and if you've been really good this year, gentle readers, and I'm not saying for certain that you have, there might even be Team Hate guest appearances in the foreseeable future. granted, I haven't told them that yet, but I'm sure they don't mind me committing their time unawares to my various shortsighted ideas. they mostly ignore me anyway, really, so no harm done. probably.


so tune in tomorrow. same bat time. same bat channel.


rep yo' set in the meantime.




(wonder how he facin' years and he still chillin'?)