It is disgustingly warm. I’m wide awake after a shift at Bell. The heat at once lulls me a bit yet keeps me from wanting to touch anything at all.

I’ve been staying up till 4 or 5 in the morning the past few days. Last night I worked on a commission site for four hours, from midnight to 4, then went straight to bed. Other nights I just watch movie after movie. Today and tomorrow, and later in the week I actually work from 4pm to 11pm. My days are being pushed back, almost to the point that I wrote about a few posts ago.

Our new neighbors above us stomp around at all hours of the night. I would complain to them about it, but I’m also awake at this time, and Laura sleeps right through it, so there’s no problem.

The G20 debacle fucking boils my blood. I can’t even write about it, apparently. I just get lost in it. Something is very wrong, and it’s obvious, yet ignored. We can’t amass the numbers that, say London can, due to the sheer size of our country and how spread out we are compared to them. This protest was huge, though, in Canadian terms. That the “violence” that occurred is the center of attention, and the reason behind the demonstrations is ignored baffles me. We very obviously don’t live in a democracy.

Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance is getting tedious. It’s full of really annoying motherhood statements and black and white arguments. I feel like a lot of the judgment on the part of the author is naivete of the state of mind of others, that he only really knows idiots, and not so much a fair view of how most people thought then. It certainly does not apply at all to the way people think now. And yet this book is highly praised. Maybe I just didn’t get to the eureka bit yet.

Anyway, I’m taking a break by reading Tucker Max’s I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell, lent to me by co-worker Kyle Bourgeois. Tucker Max is a hedonist in the worst kind of way. He has only one passion, it would seem: destruction of self and others through sex and alcohol. He’s a real asshole. It’s quite an entertaining read.

Today I started listening to Powerman 5000 again for the first time in quite a while. Tonight the Stars Revolt! was an absolutely amazing album. It still carries the same power for me that it used to. It’s just so… exactly what it wants to be. It completely ignores reality and embraces so much kitsch, paranoid, over-the-top theatrical sci-fi. I wish I had their costumes.

I used to conflate the lead singer, Spider One, and Seth Green as seen in Can’t Hardly Wait. It was the goggles. I want goggles.