In Retrospect

I grow silent in the shadow of my failures.
Though they stand as a monument to improving me,
I grow silent in the shadow of my failures.

Though I fly on the wings of my successes,
I grow silent in the shadow of my failures

Unfortunate

“It’s not like it’s going to matter”
“How can you be so sure?”
“From the minute you picked up that bandana she was lost to you, and you know it.”
“NO! I refuse to accept this!”
“Fine by me, it’s your funeral.”

As he felt the blood running down his temple his mind wandered back to that last brief conversation. He had been certain that the kid had been wrong. His inability to face the truth had never been a problem before, but this time Reginald had known for certain it would get him killed.

He had never expected this though. How could he? All your life, there is only one point of view that matters. You are always the lead character in your own story. Your own world by definition revolves around you, so you will be the hero of your own story. You will be the one who comes out on top, since if you don’t come out on top, you won’t be there to experience the story, therefore there is no story.

An explosion in the distance made him turn his head.
Aargh, wrong move.
            Even though he was pretty sure he had stopped moving his head, the world had not stopped moving. Round and round it went, as if his body had finally realized it had been spinning round the world at about 1600 kilometers an hour for the last 53 years.

He closed his eyes.
This is getting me nowhere.
           When he opened his eyes, the frantic spinning of the world had come to a screeching halt, but his head was now officially on the floor.

It’s a rude awakening when you discover that actually, you were just a supporting character in someone else’s story. It’s especially painful when that message arrives via a stray bullet ricocheting of a golden care bear statue. A bullet which hadn’t even had the decency to be aimed at him in the first place!

He wasn’t even sure if the kid was the hero of this story. Who knows, maybe the explosion he had just heard had blown him and his girl sky high, to the further glory of some other shmuck who was probably never going to get anything real done either.
Maybe this is our eternal fate then, to be supporting characters of supporting characters in a never ending loop of senseless misdirection and superiority complexes…

He had given up on trying to feel anything, the pain had gone a long time ago and despair just seemed silly at this point. As he felt his consciousness prepare for a silent exit, a thought occurred to him.
What kind of name is “Rambo” anyway?

The Fall - lilypond is fun.

As the title says, I've been brushing up on my lilypond, which is like LaTeX for sheet music.

A long time ago (Somewhere in the whereabouts of december last year) I promised my sister to write a duet for two flutes so we could play it together. Well, since then I've worked out several iterations of ideas that all ended up dying (Due to various reasons, dying phones and laptops being some of them).

However, now I think I've got something that I'll stick to as the main theme for one of the three or four parts that the piece will have. Working title for this part: Fall (Originality can always be forced onto the title later).

Yeah, so I didn't quite work out the accidentals and phrasing for the second part yet, but so far, it's a start. I had actually recorded it at first, but then when I was finally happy with how I thought it had sounded, it turned out my microphone had not been turned on... Figures.
By then it was also quarter past ten so I couldn't really continue without seriously annoying half the neighbourhood. Anyway, after that I decided to brush up on my lilypond and show this thing instead.

Updates are ready to be installed. Goody.

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Whee! Let's up the geek-level!

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So.

This will be my wonderful addition to the utter pile of crap that is at least ninety percent of the internet.

Why? Well, a friend once told me that when you create a blog, you should do it properly, or you shouldn't do it. I wholeheartedly agree.

This blog will probably be about the opposite. Even more likely it'll be somewhere inconsequential in the middle, with no real relation to a solid statement like that whatsoever.

Because, as I reckon it is for most people, I do have a lot of crap on my mind. Ideas pop up all the freaking time which make no sense at all and which have no relation to each other whatsoever. Opinions are another one of those things that seem to creep up on me (Again something I suspect other people will be able to recognise).

All this needs a place to go to (though I guess, not really), but I have no need for expectations or vague self-imposed deadlines. Ergo, this little spot of blogosphere has been reserved to be my least pretentious creative toilet.

Easypeasy.

Hmm, Pie.

P.S. Of course the question arises, why on earth (or in this case, the internet, which probably counts as well) would you put your creative excrements out on the web for everyone to read? Why not lock them up on a hard drive or god forbid, write them down on a piece of paper? Well, I don't really know, perhaps I'm just an attention seeking bastard, geek-style. Meh, Possible