I'm beginning to feel like I've spent more of my waking hours this weekend typing into this browser window than on any other activity. This just brings me to wonder: Do I make this web page so I can write about my life, or is it the other way around? Do I instead live my life so that can go and write about it in this web page? lol. What is the means, and what is the end?

[Insert big long commentary about the post-modern psychology of this question here.]

Well I guess it doesn't matter right now, because this weekend, my life has consisted mostly of writing in this web page. Hence, I can sit and write about how much time I spend writing in my web page, forming a nice little recursive loop. Hahaha!

And now, here I sit, singing like some sort of drunken fool, while glorious music of the Piano Goddess plays over my speakers. That's right, the artist formerly and always known as Tori. Contemplate the possible subtextual meaning in Rhaspberry Swirl. (Yes, I mean subtextual in the nutforum-ish, Sapphic sense.) I dunno. Maybe not. No my knowledge, none of her other work has had such a slant. And here, that interpretation is a bit shaky at best. But there is some lyrical context to support it. Perhaps it's best to just enjoy the music, and leave the wacky interpretations to other Tori-worshipers. But her lyrics are the most fun to interpret, because you can come up with so much wacky stuff, and find so many cool puns if you look carefully! Layers and layers of meaning. The mind just boggles. Time for a new paragraph.

I think my brain could use a... something. A goddamn lobotomy, perhaps?

Oh shit, I take it back. Rhaspberry Swirl is NOT the only Tori song that could be seen to have a slight Sapphic slant. Bells for Her, of course! I totally forgot about that one. Of course, it's highly ambiguous there too. You know what I think of whenever I hear that song? The movie "Fried Green Tomatoes." I swear. Every time I hear it, that movie pops into my head. And those goddamned bee-charmers! Yeow. And moving on...

Well, since I really have nothing to say, maybe it's time to put a little bit more into the "other stuff" column for the weekend activities. (The primary column, which has gotten the most hours so far: "Random Ramblings") Truly silly, and truly pathetic. Or maybe not. Truth be told, I'd rather be living my life than anyone else's. Somehow, I suppose that's a Good Thing (tm).