Desolation Boulevard.

I admit defeat. I am a beaten, broken man. The only thing I feel is an all-consuming emptiness. Yes, this is the dicotomy that is my soul. The fire that fuelled my personal rage has been extinguished. Life has won out. As such, this will likely be my final entry. Not that it matters, as no reads this tripe anymore. It is with a heavy heart that I bid you all adieu.

Fin.

Kick to the cool.

It's amazing how much life can beat the shit out you. Just when you think things can't get any worse, BAM! a major kick in the junk. My vehicle insurance provider somehow deemed it necessary to pilfer my bank account thus leaving me fucking destitute until payday, and by destitute I mean to the tune of 40 cents in my account instead of the 80 dollars I expected to see there. I'm unsure of how they can take two payments out at the same time when the payment schedule said there would only be one and more baffling is the fact that the dollar amounts differ by some 50 cents. I can't wait to unload on the poor, unsuspecting fuckwad that answers the phone at the insurance company. There is no justification for this kind of ignorant fucking bullshit. I refuse to sit idly by and let the corporate fuck-faces rape me blindly just because they think they can.

On a positive note, my boss took a bunch of us out for drinks tonight and believe you me, it couldn't have come at a more opportune time. I do believe that it saved me from going to jail as all day I was contemplating who I would most like to off in a most aggregious fashion. Fortunately for them, the list is so long that by the time I had finished my beer, the feeling had past.

The Last Bastion.

Well folks, I've finally hit a new low. The singular thing in Cowtown that I didn't hate was my place of residence. The rent is cheap (compared to the rest of Calgary) and the resident manager and her daughter are very nice people. Music is my life, it gets me through the bad times and lifts me up even higher when I'm feeling good. Tonight I had a visit from an angry douche-bag neighbor. Apparently my Nuance bookshelf speakers are pumpin' bass that I can't hear. I wasn't aware that speakers could magically produce frequencies that normally aren't possible, and I'm supposed to be clairvoyant enough to know that he is a pussy and goes to bed at 9 o'clock.

I can't wait to move, just to piss this asshole off the same way I did the last asshole I had to deal with in a former residence. When I knew I was moving, I flipped all of my speakers on their backs and cranked everything I had (which is quite substancial, even though I no longer get to use any of it).

So it looks like I'm moving back to Toon Town, only because I can afford to rent a house there. Lord knows that I don't want to live there, but circumstances being what they are, Alberta has absolutely fucking nothing to offer me.

The more things change...

... the more they stay the same. I've come to the conclusion that taken as a whole (with a few notable exceptions) women are nothing but a bunch of hateful, deceitful bitches. Their sole purpose on this earth is to make man's life a living hell. It's ironic that god gave men two heads, but only enough blood to run one of them at a time.

I wish I could find an anti-viagra. It would solve nearly, if not all of my problems in one fell swoop.

Those of you that know my past can likely predict where this is stemming from. Once again I've been burned in the EXACT same way that I've been burned in the past (twice by a certain hateful bitch). Stupidly, I fall into the same trap time and again. I must admit I'm mighty tired of running on this fucking hampster wheel of relationship hell, fuck I wish someone would jam a stick in the spokes.

It's amusing how just when things start to look up life can give you the most heinous kick in the junk at just the right time to let you know your place in the world. So it would seem that the virtiol has returned, and this time I think it's for good.

Fuck you all,
Jason

Two fifty for a decade.

Tis the start of another year. With each one I am amazed that I've made it this far. Long ago I thought I'd either be dead or in jail due to some heinous incident involving me going postal. I must admit that music is what has kept me around this long.

I've been working on a new logo for Marble Orchard as you can see above. As well, I've been messing around with an embedded MP3 player seen below.

Unfortunately the electronica has been mostly put on the back burner for now as I've started playing more and more guitar. Suprisingly, I'm actually coming up with some new song ideas and finding ways to integrate some of the synth stuff into it. My biggest stumbling block right now is my lack of knowledge of Cubase, but I keep plugging away at it and slowly but surely I'm figuring things out.

Well, enough of my rambling, here's hoping that you find a measure of peace and prosperity in the coming months.

Peace out,
Jason

P.S. for those of you that are wondering, the title is from a Tragically Hip song titled "Little Bones", it's from the Road Apples album.