It is 8:46 AM on Saturday morning, the Gilligan's Island Roseanne parody episode is currently playing on TV land. Now I'm watching Nirvanna the Band the Show and I've started to get into a writing mode. The Dirties, which is by Matt Johnson from NTBTS, is my favorite movie of all time. My Aunt, Cyndi, who is a very lovely lady ordered me this blu-ray box set for the movie that will arrive in March and it will have like a booklet and a t-shirt and a bunch of cool stuff. My aunt is usually the one on my dad's side of the family who gets me the cool stuff for Christmas. A couple years ago she ordered me a bunch of books; I specifically remember her getting me the Dostoyevsky biography by Joseph Frank, A bunch of Kierkegaard books, and a couple other books that I'd have to go look for. I have not read any of those books, I do not believe.

After completing the blog on Monday, I passed out. I awoke in the same clothes and I was still wore out. I woke up in the same clothes from Sunday and I spent my workday mostly filing paperwork whilst listening to Pallettown's Narrated sections of Infinite Jest and some Ruin Road true crime documentaries. I decided I would go see my grandma (Maw Maw Tootie) with my mom after work, I ended up getting stuck in traffic and I decided to take the interstate. I'm not very directionally literate, so I usually put on my GPS when I have to take the interstate. The GPS took me out a different route than the usual interstate and I ended up following this road that comes out from a park where I had my first date and the 4H camp I went too when I was a kid. It was rather sentimental, especially since I was listening to Kimya Dawson's album Knock Knock Who, which is a geniune and nice Antifolk album. This route also took me past the Recycling Center, which I have a very fond memory of listening this Lazy Masquerade video about random creepy stories from 2chan while my dad brought cans to the recycling guy. I have linked that video here. I arrived at my grandma's about 15 minutes later than I said I would be there and she made a really good oven pizza. She told this story about how her and her sister quit the job corps because the job corps people tried to give her and her sister therapy - which my mother found lightly concerning in a humourous way. Me and my mom left soon after and I did schoolwork until I went to bed.

On Tuesday, I was late for work due to being stuck in traffic. It's always something: roadmen, school buses, people letting each other through a misunderstanding of traffic rules and kindness, hitting every red light, etc. I kid because my lateness is just my own fault but my stress can be exaurbated by those factors, most likely justifably. Whilst being stuck in traffic I grew depressed whilst listening to some of me and Seth's old Socialist Book Club recordings. I missed my buddy Seth and making and recording those songs. I grew increasingly depressed about thinking of the songs I wrote for SBK - they are probably the best songs I've written. I depressingly wondered why that was, I theorized that the reason the songs were so good was because I wrote them at a time when I had more time to think and read, I was isolated and in a bad situation which caused me to sort of encrypt my songs in their meanings. I'm unsure exactly it was. I worked and then went home and I started to use rit dye on my guitar. Specifically I used black rit dye and charcoal grey rit dye. The rit dye gave the guitar more of a swampy sort of Les Claypool look that I really enjoyed. I did quite a few coats and then went to bed.

On Wednesday, I woke up at a decent time and worked a fair bit. I did a majority of my gurling schoolwork and then went home and used the rit dye on the front of my guitar. I watched Slimebeast's new video about Plagued Moth. It was very good. I went to bed around 9PM.

On Thursday, I had band practice with Dave and Caleb. I also saw Seth and his wife Hannah which was nice since it'd been a while. Deaththreads is developing a really great setlist and after Emo Nite, I'm really going to hunker down and commit to the DT live stuff. The set is pretty complete we just need to practice for the month of March and then we are planning a show at the beginning of April. Caleb is really getting the songs down and he seems to be coming out of his shell a little bit. After practice, me and Dave went to El Rancho. El Rancho is a really nice restaurant. Me and Dave ended up talking about philosophy until we realized the place was actually fully empty and the employees were trying to close the restaurant. It was a very good talk and Dave said I was smart. I am only good at two things realistically: Harsh Noise and BSing philosophy talk. Specifically, I know a lot about Kierkegaard. Dave knows quite a lot about a lot of different things, he makes really great music and really great movies too. Dave talked about Jung and he asked a lot of questions regarding existentialism and Christianity, some of which I really had to think through. One point that I really want feedback from readers on is my mediation on the Kierkegaardian Necessity of Paradox in Christianity. As I explained to Dave, Kierkegaard’s view of Christianity was that Christianity in itself was paradoxical, something that could not be reasoned – e.g. Christ was both god and man, The Whole Binding of Issac Affair, etc. My personal addition to this idea is that the Bible is filled with problematic passages and while some of these may be due to misinterpretation, mistranslation, or bias related to whoever is attributed to a specific version of the Bible that those problematic passages are part of the necessity of paradox, that the problematic passages exist and yet, the Bible still tells us to “Love Thy Neighbor” and “Love your enemies” and “Love each other deeply” and a whole host of other beautiful passages. But my personal thoughts are those problematic passages are another part of Christianity to wrestle with in the same way Abraham hand to wrestle with his faith and that whether or not they are mistranslated or biased is irrelevant, and a Christian’s battle in doubt includes thinking about those passages in relation to the more savory passages and the paradox they present. Anyways, this could very well be a cope – Most West Virginian families often contain problematic family members in which this paradox is evident and most of us Left Leaning West Virginians have to wrestle with this distressing event in which some of the people we love the most often have unsavory opinions in relation to others, politics, various states of affairs, etc. Anyways, I am done talking about this because I think I’ve talked myself into a feedback loop. Me and Dave had a very good time discussing all these ideas and paradoxes, and he told me to text him when I made it home. I thought that was very sweet and I love him. He’s like a big brother to me.

On Friday, I worked until I didn’t and then I went to K’s at about 1:45 PM. I bought her some cute flowers and a Vuse pod. Me and her had a cute date – we went to Books A Million and I looked at the philosophy and true crime sections (both are abysmal and I encourage to the reader to utilize ThriftBooks.com as BAM is awfully expensive). From here me and K went to Michael’s which is a craft store that I was amazed by, I’m honestly slightly depressed that Michael’s was not opened when I was a kid, if it were I probably would’ve become a prop artist for movies or a makeup artist for movies or a stop motion animator with clay or literally anything else I wanted to be. Anyway, I bought some paint for my guitar and then me and K went home. I played PUBG mobile on my phone and won my first game. Me and her went to bed around 10 PM.

Yesterday I awoke, spent sometime with K, and then I drove home around 8 AM. I painted a rather unspectacular forest scene over that spot where I filled that Jazzmaster bridge cavity. I’ve linked an image here. I took a nap at around 1PM, I fell asleep to a Matt Orchard video and awoke to a different Blameitonjorge video. From here I went to my friend Meg’s birthday and we all had a very good time. I went home at about 7 PM and I played Minecraft and I found 6 diamonds and then I fell in Lava. Oh well. From here I facetimed K and watched the movie Gone Girl. I went to bed at about 10:40 PM.

It is now Sunday at 8:44 AM, I have a slight hangover. I am typing this whilst this funeral episode of Golden Girls plays in the background. It’s a rather good episode. I am going to upload this blog, send it out, and then go to church. The next blog I will write will be about Emo Nite. I am looking forward for Emo Nite and I am also looking forward for it to be over mostly because these songs stress me out. I’m not saying this to be mean, it’s just once you finish a big cover set like that – you can feel a big weight off your shoulders. I’m looking forward to artistically readjusting myself with Blue Shell and all the Silverdale guys. After about a year of playing shows, you can get burnt out and you need to just to realign yourself. Maybe I can realign my interest in Philosophy. Who knows. Goodbye.