And I don't know what to blog aboutttttt.

​I really have no clue. I mean. I suppose I could mention I think I have depression, but that's nothing new.

If you think that hell is fire and brimstone, try lifeguarding for 30 rowdy kids in a small, crowded pool where there are a bunch of things they have access to which have a fair number of rules. You will quickly realize the error of your ways and accept the truth that fire and brimstone would be a welcome change.

...Aside from that, though, work went great. I DID, however, write a song during work. The working title for the song is "Just give me my rock". It goes like this:

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I realize of course times are tough;
In this economy making money's rough.
The services once offered aren't good enough,
So trying to adapt they add some fluff.

However they forget the quality stuff,
And leave me wanting very much.
Radios should be entertaining and fun,
Not where noise-content's ratio is five to one.

So let me plea,
In this opening.
Let me critique
What they're doing.

Hear my voice, as just a thought;
I don't listen to the radio to listen to talk.
I listen to this station to hear some rock;
Is that selfish, I think not.

I don't listen to country, I don't listen to pop.
I don't listen to rap, or to hip-hop.
The music doesn't need to be in a bloc;
It doesn't really matter, just give me my rock!

I know they need cash, I can't complain,
The problems of making profit are a pain.
And now everyone is exactly the same,
They think less music is better but that's insane.

The trend has emerged, as of late,
To cut out content and leave the lame.
Yet I am at the point, I can no longer wait,
These changes here have left me full of hate.

So let me plea,
In this opening.
Let me critique
What they're doing.

Hear my voice, as just a thought;
I don't listen to the radio to listen to talk.
I listen to this station to hear some rock;
Is that selfish, I think not.

I don't listen to country, I don't listen to pop.
I don't listen to rap, or to hip-hop.
The music doesn't need to be in a bloc;
It doesn't really matter, just give me my rock!

Hear my voice, as just a thought;
I don't listen to the radio to listen to talk.
I listen to this station to hear some rock;
Is that selfish, I think not.

I don't listen to country, I don't listen to pop.
I don't listen to rap, or to hip-hop.
The music doesn't need to be in a bloc;
It doesn't really matter, just give me my rock!


...You miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight be able to guess what inspired my song here. Just need to think about it a little bit. It's subtle. Truly. Honestly. You wouldn't be able to tell without me hinting at it, surely.

...Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Did I mention I'm still bitter? (Or did I even blog about this at all? I know I've told my girlfriend, but I can't always remember what I blog about.) Well I am for some rather obvious reasons.

It was completely by accident, too. I slept in my work clothes, something I typically don't do because it's something I shouldn't do. (I mean, it's not like I actually wear them when working. But I wear them TO work which is why I call them my work clothes. By which, I mean my red shirt/coat and the red jacket over it.)

By doing so, a thought appeared in my head. Neural pathways are funny that way, in that if you create a pattern once, it's easier to follow on future days--and it is purely by having had that pattern in the past, mere happenstance, that allows me to have done what I did to remember.

Basically, my mind created a connection, a mental connection. Something I did in the past was sleep in the same work clothes, wearing them on Monday in spite of no need for it. However, this was born from laziness, as I work every Sunday and I worked that Tuesday so in my lazy viewpoint there was no reason to change out for one day.

This isn't something I've done often. Once, maybe twice. That's all I needed, however, to then raise the question, "Wait...do I work this week outside of Sunday?" Prompting me to check. Because I got it in my mind that no tae kwon do and no counseling for the rest of the year meant that I was free aside from Sundays for the rest of the year. I manually had to add back in, "Except for dance, of course", but work on non-Sunday days was excluded.

And needed to be reinserted, for good reason because this week I actually work twice! That being, tomorrow (just with no tkd after) and Friday. OH WELL. A little less free time than I thought I had, but no big deal in the grand scheme of things. It's a simple 10-4 shift tomorrow without the tkd which eats up my day so most of tomorrow is free, I got to stay up tonight reasonably late, I'll have tomorrow, Wednesday, and then Thursday night because work on Friday is in the afternoon and thus allows me to stay up late on Thursday so basically...

​...Not quite as much free time as I'd LIKE, but plenty enough.

​Which I will, undoubtedly, waste.

My idea of it is apparently mutually exclusive with the definition used by the rest of the world, since for me, holiday spirit can be summed up as, "Less is more".

As in, the less you subjugate me to Christmas music before the day itself, the less you oversaturate things, the less you desensitize me to it, the more positively I will react to the music the day of. Especially considering most of what's sung is the same junk, sung by the same people. Pretty much the only Christmas song I'd listen to before then is carol of the bells, and I don't really consider that a Christmas song.

I had in mind a much longer rant than this but the words don't seem to flow so well, so hopefully my feelings can convey what my words do not. It's not that I hate the holidays. It's not that I hate the music. (Though most of it is junk with only a few good songs and said good songs are horrendously overplayed.) It's that I hate how you celebrate the holidays by blasting that music at me constantly nonstop before the time it should be.

The earliest I should hear Christmas music is December 24th.

Yes, I can acknowledge a starting point of December 13th (for the 12 days of Christmas), but that's really not something I subscribe to especially when you would if you had your way start a full month before Christmas the moment Thanksgiving ended, switching over immediately to my dismay. And, yes. 25 days of Christmas is way, way, way too much so waiting until December is not being patient as far as I'm concerned.

​/rant.

I wouldn't so much say I forgot, per se, so much as it is I was under the impression for some reason I had already blogged and thus didn't have it in my mind. OH WELL. Not much I can do about it now. Today I have a staff meeting, though honestly I don't want to go.

Staff meetings are actually enjoyable, I just would rather stay at home today because leaving home is a just "uhg" moment, of sorts. But ANYWAY. I didn't come here to blog about that. I came to blog about my dream last night. It involved lots of short skits which I could tell were largely the same cast. Meaning, lots of the same people, doing different things.

These skits involve just fooling around, for the most part, people being people in funny ways, but there was a lore which developed from it. Specifically, these were people who were basically the office workers at a spy organization. Specifically, some worked above ground in their front--a McChevron station with a McDonald's within a Chevron gas station, and some worked below, but all of them were nerdy/geeky type people messing around (and occasionally getting in trouble with their bosses).

Other spies made occasional appearances, but were not the focus of the dream until later where we got to see "average day in the life of a spy" which was basically a cinematic-worthy picture full of action and drama with some ridiculous things thrown in (including the idea of a perfect spy able to completely and entirely take on all aspects appearance/voice-wise of another person), where they were essentially waging all-out open war in the streets, with fully automatic weapons, and yet civilians didn't notice a thing.

​It was a really fun dream and that's why I felt like sharing it with you.

Just...not really something I typically would admit, since...admitting it is admitting that I'm doing this instead of doing something I should do instead! (Though that being said, people who know me on Steam can see me do this anyway and thus were well aware of how I was wasting my time.)

Basically, there was a game, a badge of the day on kongregate--but the game on there was a demo. I got the deluxe version on steam, and have since been playing through it to get 100% completion. I got my characters to Level 38 fair and square and bought the best gear in the game also fair and square, doing the Hero Mode. I did this, because I assumed there would be some sort of consequence to me adjusting things in my favor.

...I learned there was not.

Which meant all that hard work was done entirely unnecessarily because the game literally gives you a way to crank money (which I now have more than I'd ever need) and experience up and remove the penalty from failing a level when it comes to retaining that which you've earned.

I mean. I beat the game multiple times with multiple endings including both paths prior to this. I did everything except for earn like 5/90 of the gold stars before learning this. I was absolutely convinced there was a consequence to messing with the default settings--but there isn't, so all of that time was time which could have been spent far more efficiently.

Ah well.

I'm close to finishing the first playthrough's hero mode (one of each type of character--the heroes--only) in its entirety, where I have nothing left to do. After that will come the new game + hero mode playthrough, because there is an achievement for getting 180 gold stars with heroes exclusively. Then, and only then, will I be in a position where I could actually buy new defenders.

...And it's also by that point I imagine that I'd actually be able to have the summoning mana to spare for said extras. One reason I haven't bought them even WITHOUT the achievement, is that I prefer to fully upgrade anything I summon. I can't upgrade all my heroes from the getgo right now and I need to have that before I can waste mana on other units. (Who I don't know if they can be upgraded or not.)

I'm HOPING the level cap if existing is high enough where I can actually do so. The growth rate is 75 mana per level, and given what I need...lesse...1,000 plus 300 plus 300 plus 270 plus 375, though I have 75 to spare so let's call that 300.

2,170 mana needed. That's almost 30 levels. And given that my character is level 39 or so, that means I'd need to be basically level 70 in order to get all my heroes fully upgraded and I'm HOPING the level cap isn't 60 (since that's the last achievement for levels in the game).

​Anyway. I have been doing that. I should go to bed now.

I really can't think of anything. Which makes it a bit hard to blog. I don't really do things like think about stories, art, song, and whatnot when I'm doing nothing, and when I'm doing nothing, I often lack the ability to really describe that nothingness. So sometimes, I just...I just get situations like this, wherein I am given nothing.

...Oh!

I suppose.

There's one thing.

I absolutely need to not forget that I need to print something out for the staff meeting on Saturday, which is a thing, so making a mental note of it here on my blog is a good way. (Especially when a certain someone is all too happy to remind me......)

I imagine full of stories to tell if I could actually get a coherent narrative but even if I was wide awake (I'm not, I'm falling asleep as I type this), I don't think I ever possibly could. So instead, you'll get the cliffnotes of the two most important items I worked on during...well, work (which was before tae kwon do).

I basically compiled a list. It started as a list of supernatural diseases: vampirism, lycanthropy, zombieism, etc. However, it quickly evolved into what was essentially a list of every half-human animal I could think of, as a "were-"animal.
The full list was:
-Vampire
-Zombie
*Shambler (Walkers)
*Revenant (Runners)
-Werewolf
-Jackal (Weredog)
-Kitsune (Werefox)
-Were-coyote
-Other canines I'm sure deserve to be on here which I couldn't think of
-Fauns (Weregoat)
-Centaur
*Horse
*Zebra
*Donkey
*Camel
-Were-raccoon
-Ratmen (Wererat)
-Werebear
*Brown
*Black
*Grizzly
*Polar
-Werecat
*Cat
*Cougar
*Lion
*Tiger
*Jaguar
*Leopard
-Lizardmen
-Some snake hybrid?
-Merkfolk
​-Birdmen
*There'd be various subtypes but I wasn't gonna be bothered to think up many beyond "Crow" and "Raven".
-Fae (Wereinsects)
-Minotaurs (Werebulls)

Mostly mammals, as you can tell, and this is by far an incomplete list.

But it's a thing I did.

The other thing I did, I earlier made a song about "Aint no rule".
Well today I played around with a completely different take. Instead of that being a song I'd sing as part of a band more or less, of it being added to a musical--specifically, the Villain Song setting. It'd go something like this:
"There aint no rule
Says I can't be a fool
There aint no rule
Says I can't be a tool
There aint no rule
Says I can't be a goon
There aint no rule
Says I got to be cool."

But the song would have the protagonist subverting at points.
"Because I asked you."
"I asked nicely, too."

Didn't finish the song, but I have a good idea for the scene more or less it'd involve, of her recruiting yet another ally on her mission.

That's about all I feel the absolute need to blog about, which is hopefully a good enough entry.

I have the coherency to blog and I have the time​ to blog, but I can't really think of anything TO blog about. Today I had counseling but I can't think about much there. Tomorrow I have work and after that I have tae kwon do, but I also can't think about much there, either. Today was mostly a "stay with some semblance of a life" day, and I don't really have much beyond that.

We had our normal sibling ritual, but for the sake of safety (oh god I'd be in SO much trouble if a sibling actually read my blog, but thankfully they don't; still, I act as if they do just to be on the safe side as a precaution), I can't go into the details of what we did there.

I did have work today, but it was a pretty standard (albeit light in traffic) day.

Not much else I can really think of. I skipped my nap because I have counseling tomorrow, though, so I'm in need of sleep now.