Why I spent 165 dollars on a pair of headphones.

I have to admit, I depend on quite a lot of things. Some of which, such as the ability to feel safe in my own skin, I ought to be able to take for granted. And the fact that I cannot take that one for granted, well, certain people out there ought to take a good, hard look at themselves about that one.

Rethinking 13.

Last year, Black Sabbath did something that numerous people around the world, myself included, had been breathlessly hoping they would do since 1997 or 1998. That is, they released a whole album consisting of new compositions.

The Valve Bar, Sydney, May 16 2014

Frozen Planet 1969 / Horsehunter / Vile Ways / Yanomamo

One of the numerous quirks of my neurology is that I do not find it easy to go to places that are unfamiliar to me. Although I love Sydney as a place to live and travel, places like the Valve Bar in George Street in Sydney are slightly problematic when I have never been to them before.

Relevance: how getting more of it can be tragic

Two years ago, if you told me that three fourths of the lineup that recorded eight albums and defined the musical style that would provide the soundtrack to my life would record and release a new album, I would have told you I would believe it only when I saw it.

Music and culture war, part one of many

I cannot remember whether it was last night or sometime today, but I had the occasion to read this post through a Fudgebook link.

I lack a faith section in my brain? No shit?

Sometimes, when I read something, I get so angry that I want to not only destroy the person who said it, I want to destroy any person who even entertains the thought that it is acceptable. How is voting Campbell “55 million for disability funding is not preferable to 110 million for horse-racing” Newman in working out for you, by the way, Queensland?

But no, sometimes not only does a person say something so utterly ridiculous that it makes me even more certain that at least two thirds of the Earth’s Human populace needs to die quickly. Sometimes they say something so abominably stupid that you make a special exception for them, and say that rather than reducing all populations equally, that person and the population that they represent should be terminated. With extreme prejudice.

How I spent the second half of February

(A note before I begin: This entry is going to talk a lot about the goings-on inside an acute-care ward within a mental health facility. For that reason, I am going to use aliases and flat-out mess-ups of names in order to protect anonymity and privacy. Please do not ask me who is who, because even if I do remember, I am not going to tell you. Similarly, if you recognise yourself in these writings and would like to be completely blanked out, feel free to comment.)