right, had to open and lock up the studios today (edit: and yesterday, and tomorrow), so instead of a weekend, i had night on 8 hours of waiting around making sure people don’t fuck things up. i hate being responsible.
so i get home around 6pm, sometime around then, say hello to the very hungover mother (hi mom) and the internet breaking father (sup dad) and head up to my room to sit in a big-ass comfy chair and listen to sigur ros.

this is happening, and i’m quite enjoying myself, but i’m in the mood for something more. something aggressive and manly; “oh”, i think to myself, “i have a copy of batman begins”.

THIS IS WHERE THE NIGHTMARE STARTED.

normally cillian murphy is quite the attractive protagonist (think “28 days later” or “sunshine”) but in batman begins, that motherfucker is pure evil.

everytime he sprayed someone with that psychotropics weaponised hallucenogen (bruce wayne’s words, not mine) my very tired/bordering on asleep brain decided to FREAK THE FUCK OUT.

i swear at one point he started coming through the screen, trying to grab me.

so yes, i promptly feel asleep, around 8pm, and have just woken up, at 1am. i am neither tired nor capable of sleep, so i’m just sitting here reading a huge pile of old as comics listening to “a day to remember”. if music were graded as precious metals are, theirs would be a heady mix of aluminium and rarest platinum. the album is average, but onl because i’m litererally working out an average of good and bad bits of music. for every crescendo and beatdown, there’s an over-polished, over-produced pop hook waiting to gauge my eyes out.

also, because of the loudness war, even after running mp3gain, having the output volume of my sound card at ~15%, the motherfucker still clips.

anyway here is my brother, as an angel;

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