So, apparently blogger’s fixed now, which is nice, but it’s also being very whacky. So, if you notice any wackiness, it’s totally not my fault. Unless it seems intentional. Then it’s my artistic genius at work.
by krisis
Comic Books, Drag Race, & Life in New Zealand
by krisis
So, apparently blogger’s fixed now, which is nice, but it’s also being very whacky. So, if you notice any wackiness, it’s totally not my fault. Unless it seems intentional. Then it’s my artistic genius at work.
by krisis
So, two days off and i accomplished absolutely nothing. Truely. Except, well, i got someone’s #. But, that’s neither here nor there. I just slept nearly 18 straight hours (with a small intermission) and finished off all of my pre-thanksgiving classes (partially due to the fact that i don’t do any work). So, here i am. Yeah. I think i’m gonna go to work early so i don’t sit here being lame.
by krisis
Now i’m not so sure. The focus of my next demo keeps shifting as i add both old and new songs to its potential tracklisting, and it is now taking a slight turn away from the cut-away model of an imagined relationship that it once was. And, in that turn, “under my skin” is becomes less and less the obvious title track and more and more the catchy first single. Of course, those two intersect, but not by rule. All of those flailing tendrils taking root are what can shift this disc; it’s at least two months away from being recorded, which was the amount of time between “crashing” and “under my skin.” But, enough of that, go listen to a Trio.
by krisis
Every once in a while when i’m bored i write a Soap Opera in my head. It would be sorta Beverly Hills 90210-ish, but more expansively cast like a real soap-opera (or, the latter years of Melrose Place). Every time something somewhat significant happens to me i try to plot ahead to the next episode, where more senstation happenings will occur. Last night had a lot of possible endings in the realm of Soap-Opera, but the one it wound up with was perhaps the most perfect of all… me walking home alone feeling both hope and closure. But, now tiny tendrils of new plots are starting to grow up from the cracks in the proverbial sidewalk of life. What can i say’ it keeps me tuned in.
by krisis