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I'm bored. So I will share this boredom with you; my adoring fans. I hear there's at least four of you now!

I've had a very reading-heavy week. I started and finished Jodi Picoult's Vanishing Act and David McCullough's 1776.

Vanishing Act was much better than I expected. Whilst laced heavily with oestrogen-driven, illogical emotions, it was a fairly good book. I especially liked the final chapter (although the end in general was a bit weak). "Because you asked." LIKE OMG I WANT TO CRY A LITTLE BIT AND STUFF :( But yeah, good!

1776 was pwnage. Knowing slightly less than sweet fuck all about the War of Independence, it was extra informative. It's been a long time since I cheered for the Yanks, if nothing else :P

Despite the fact that I only got stretched on Saturday, my ear has already stopped throbbing :'( Whilst it's still a bit tender to the touch, it's healing very quickly (touch wood). I think the piercer likes my ear lobes as both times he's stretched it he has always declared his surprise at how well they stretch. Yay for my ears? Picture below is deformed a bit so it doesn't look too different from the one below. In person the jump is reasonably noticeable, however.


I have mostly nailed the riff to the song I'm working on at present. Which I'm kinda proud of. Whilst not overly complex, it's reasonably quick. I'm mostly just glad that I've finally had a moment we're I've noticed my skill improving. Playing guitar is such a gradual process for me that at times I'll sit back and lament that I seem to have made no improvement.

It's weird to think that things I was positive I was doing wrong (such as barre chords) because they seemed so impossible are now heading into the second nature category. And when I feel like I've got chords down, someone else will come along, like riffs, or solos, or barre chords, or scales or a million other things to remind me how impossibly far I have left to go.

I think I can see myself playing the guitar for the rest of my days. It's the one thing in my life I have never felt my interest waning in, even for a second. It's also amazing to know that no matter how long I live, no matter how long I play, I will never know everything. That's both daunting and amazing.

Obligatory gay/myspace/self-portrait follows.


I actually kinda like this picture. Mostly because you can't see how hideously ugly I am when it's at this size (Warning: Do Not Open Picture to Full Size) and because I like the way fingers always so look spastic when freeze framed over a fretboard.