If you ever see this man knocking at my door . . .
. . . give it a few days before you try and contact me. :P
(What? So he's a little older than me, and the lead singer of a huge metal band in Germany . . . so what!? )
And as I said in my first post about them, something that probably comes as a bit of a surprise to most . . . the man in the above picture, Till Lindemann, the lead singer of Rammstein . . . growling, muscle-bound, leather-wearing, pyromaniac Till Lindemann . . . is also a poet.
I found his book, "Messer," on ebay for fairly cheap. :) I can't wait til it comes in.
I also mentioned in my last post that is was my friend Josh who loaned me "Reise, Reise," a week and a half ago and started this addiction. He's now essentially become my dealer, slowly introducing me to more and more, making sure I get my next fix. This week he loaned me the CD and DVD from thier Völkerball tour. Haven't had a chance to watch the DVD yet, but I'm looking forward to it!
Expect to hear more from me about Rammstein, Till Lindemann, and Messer in the future!
(I should also mention that I'm half tempted to edit that picture and put a lolcat-style caption on it that says "INVISIBLE BOOBIES!" :P )
Q: How many psychologists does it take to screw in a lightbulb?
A: Only one, but the lightbulb has to want to change!
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Q: How many psychoanalysts does it take to change a light bulb?
A: How many do you think it takes?
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When the new patient was settled comfortably on the couch, the psychologist began his therapy session, "I'm not aware of your problem," the doctor said. "So perhaps, you should start at the very beginning." "Of course." replied the patient. "In the beginning, I created the Heavens and the Earth..."
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"Doctor, I'd like you to evaluate my 13 year-old son." "Ok, he's suffering from a transient psychosis with an intermittent rage disorder, punctuated by episodic radical mood swings, but his prognosis is good for full recovery." "How can you say all that without even meeting him?" "I thought you said he's 13?"
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A psychologist's secretary walks into his office and says, "There's a gentleman in the waiting room asking to see you. Claims he's invisible." The psychologist responds, "Tell him I can't see him."
It's an unlikely attraction for me. An often hyper-masculine industrial metal band who perform almost entirely in German. Grit and grime and sex and violence are the primary themes of thier videos and songs.
I like ponies and rainbows and fluffy kittens . . . so why am I so hopelessy addicted to this group? Other than the fact that it's a way to get better at my German, of course :P
Whatever the reason, I can't seem to get enough of them. I've been familiar with thier song "Mutter" for several years now, but have never really thought I'd be able to get into thier other, heavier stuff. Friday I asked my friend Josh, a long-time fan, if he could recommend some more songs from them that might be similar in style to "Mutter," figuring that listening to them might help me practice my German. Instead, he just loaned me a CD and sent it home with me to listen to on my own. Saturday afternoon, I put it in while cooking . . . and quickly found that I really liked several of the songs! After letting the CD go through twice, I had to hear more. I plugged Rammstein into youtube, and came up with several long playlists. I pressed play, and I was done for.
The songs themselves were one thing, but the videos were completely captivating. So dark and gritty and often gruesome . . . and always telling a story of some sort. And it doesn't seem to matter how many times I've seen the video, there are several of them that I have to stop and watch when they come on. It's decreasing my productivity exponentially.
A couple of good examples (these are also examples of thier lighter stuff) are:
Rosenrot
Ohne Dich
Another thing that strikes me about them, is how much thier look changes from video to video, especially that of the lead singer, Till Lindemann. From a shaved head, to slicked back hair, to a mohawk. From interesting leather get-ups, to business suits, to birthday suits, to flaming trench coats. I can't imagine thier shows being anything less than amazing.
And after listening to thier music and becoming completely enraptured by them over the last week, it came as a surprise to me last night as I was reading through Till Lindemann's Wiki, and I discovered that, aside from being the frontman for an industrial metal band, he is also a published poet. His book, Messer, sells new on Amazon.com for $70!
I want it.
All said, I'm not really sure I mind this addiction. I'm glad I finally made the leap and explored more of thier music. I'm looking forward to eventually reading Till Lindemann's poems, as well, becuase I will get that book! :P
Oh, and one final note . . . if you decide you'd like to watch some videos, too (other than those posted above), be sure to do it when no kids are around. Much of thier stuff is not kid safe!
Each night, as the seconds tick away, and you're still not sleeping, as the exhaustion creeps in, the frustration builds as you realize what your day is going to be like tomorrow. You realize how hard it's going to be to get up in two hours in order to make it to your first class. You realize you probably won't make it to your first class. You think about how hard it's going to be to pay attention through your second class. You worry about whether or not your boss will notice your decreased productivity. You wonder what problems or arguments your increased emotional sensitivity will get you into. You try to see the bright side -- at least you'll be tired enough the next night, that you'll sleep well. Won't you?
No. The next night, you'll watch as the clock hits 3am . . . 4am . . .
So, on occasion when I'm supremely bored or trying to avoid life, I like to find a mindless flash game of some sort to waste my time away. Years ago I found Fetchfido, a great website with hundreds of games to play, sorted by flash and shockwave.
This website has obliterated hours upon hours of what could have been time spent doing productive things. Some of the games are 'meh,' but there are so many that are simple yet highly addictive.
But there's one thing I've learned while searching through these games . . . there are some ANGRY video game developers out there! Games like Ant City, where you're holding a giant magnifying glass over a city, and you focus it on the people and cars below to destroy them as they are going about thier business. (Make sure you see what happens when you get the helicopter)
Or how about Nuclear Eagle, the game where you're a giant eagle, plucking the frightened townspeople up from the ground and tossing them up into your nest to feed your hungry babies? (Needy little freaks, they are.)
I mean, seriously, who comes up with this stuff?
Oh, and I want to set something straight, here and now: Midgets are people, too! Who is the sick bastard that thought it would be fun to create a Midget Tossing game? And to accompany it with a song that says "Short people have no reason to live?" You're mommy didn't give you much love as a child, did she? (Contrary to popular belief, midgets fly through the air quite nicely, btw.)
Occasionally I cheat on Fetchfido with other sites . . . that's how I found Twisted Nipples. Yes, you read that correctly. TWISTED NIPPLES! The goal is to twist the nipples of the fat man's man-boobs as violently as possible before he breaks away. I'd really like to know what happened to the creator to inspire such a sick and twisted (heh, get it . . . twisted . . . ) game. Or, maybe I don't.
My latest discovery? Chain of Fire. In this game, you get points for setting a person on fire, setting off a chain reaction for each person he bumps into and gets engulfed in flames. You have to get a certain amount of points before advancing to the next level. This game is particularly heinous, considering there are SEVENTY LEVELS! Seventy levels of burning people alive. It sort of starts to make you think not only about the angry, pathetic lives led by the people who creat such games, but also about the people who would lower themselves to actually PLAY them. (Level 31 is particularly difficult.)
My message to those of you who commit such atrocities . . . seek help. Now.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have another 15 levels to complete. .
I have never properly introduced you guys to my baby. My pride and joy. The apple of my eye. I read her bedtime stories and give her a kiss goodnight every night. I love her.
She is my iPhone. This was her just 2 days ago.
I take wonderful care of her. I keep her safe and clean, and make sure she gets a good night's charge every night. She almost never leaves my side.
But as I tragically found out today, accidents can happen even under the most watchful eye.
Be careful, everyone. Cherish every moment you have with your beloved gadget, because it could happen to you, too.
(and uh . . . I don't really read it bedtime stories and kiss it goodnight. I'm not *that* weird!)
I'm not one to have celebrity obsessions, (Ok, maybe I had a lot of them in high school, but not these days!) but I think I have one now.
After re-watching the Lord of the Rings series, I was quickly reminded of how much I lust after Viggo Mortenson . . . but this time, the actor who plays Faramir, David Wenham, caught my eye, too, so I looked him up . . .
I'm needlessly depriving myself of sleep. Often on weekdays I lose out on sleep for the reasons that are fully expected of a college student: homework up the wazoo!
On weekends, I catch up on sleep usually, but do it in a manner that messes up my sleep patterns for the rest of the week, regardless of the homework situation. I'm a night person. Always have been. So the weekend comes, and I stay up late. It doesn't matter how tired I am, I almost never go to bed at a decent hour. The last few weekends I've ended up staying awake until nearly dawn. Why? I have no idea. It just happens.
Sunday night rolls around, and I should be getting to bed at a decent hour so I can get up early on Monday . . . but since I stayed up until 4:30am the night before and slept until noon or later, I CAN'T SLEEP!
So I drag myself into school on 2 or 3 hours of sleep, feel horrible all day, and go home to a mountain of homework . . . that keeps me up until who knows when. I usually (not always) get more than 2 hours of sleep unless I'm working on a term paper or some other big project, but because I didn't get to catch up after getting so little sleep the night before . . . I walk into school even more of a zombie on Tuesday.
Often by the end of the week, I'm starting to get a little more evened out. Then Friday comes around . . . and I stay up far too late . . . and sleep in far too late . . . and the process starts all over again.
Going to bed at a decent hour should be simple, right? For me, it's not, and I don't know why.
Well, I've not really posted on my blog much in almost two months, for a variety of reasons. The first reason was an incident that happened that made me feel like my blog wasn't much of a safe haven anymore. I know that everything I write here is public, and I write with that knowledge in mind. However, there are one or two whom I thought would never find my blog, who did.
I've found it very hard to open up to certain people, so I've found it very difficult to post here.
The other reason I've not been around much is due to the emotional roller coaster I've endured since losing Ana. When I write, often I am pouring out my emotions, whether they be happy, sad, or confuddled. Putting my emotions into words has always been a good way for me to sort out and better understand what I'm going through.
However, doing so forces me to face whatever emotions are trying to come out. The emotions that I have been wrestling with since Ana's death are dark and cold and unlike anything I've ever dealt with. I've spent most of my time trying to find ways to avoid confronting them. Therefore, writing has been out of the question.
But I can only avoid them for so long before it becomes unhealthy. At some point I have to face what it going on, despite the agonizing emotional pain that comes with it.
Besides that . . . I've missed my blog.
So, I'm going to try and post more. About school. About my friends. About politics. About my hopes and dreams. And about Ana.
I'm a 29 year old city girl at heart, trapped in small town Illinois. With a new-found thirst for life, I am bursting with enough dreams and ambitions to pave a bright and exciting future for myself. I LOVE school...can't get enough of it! I have a passion for travel, and spend as much time as possible on the east coast with the best friends in the world.
I'm a 29 year old city girl at heart, trapped in small town Illinois. With a new-found thirst for life, I am bursting with enough dreams and ambitions to pave a bright and exciting future for myself. I LOVE school...can't get enough of it! I have a passion for travel, and spend as much time as possible on the east coast and Texas with the best friends in the world.
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