Bus-tin' out.

I sit now, on a bus. Not just any bus - a MEGAbus.

okay, that was lame.

I'll admit, the bonus that I can wile away the hours to NY on my handy-dandy notebook is no small thing. Pew Pew Pew, I can shoot aliens in a game while sittin behind an absurdly tall man and in front of a pretty blonde.

Wonder if she's reading as I type. Hello, pretty blonde.

And yet, there remains a flaw in the plan. A four hour ride i have, but a four hour battery I have not. here I sit, with only 21 minutes left. Oh please stay alive, Mr. Mac.

shit. 20 minutes.

I'm heading down to NYC now, to spend the halloweekend with a change of costume and a change of scenery. It should be fun, and I'll be sure to write about it on Sunday or Monday.

Anyways, that's all I've got for now. I think i've got enough battery to check my twitter feed a few more times.

"May Your Organs Fail Before Your Dreams Fail You"

The title is the post is the key line to a song called "Little Maggots" by The Matches. There's a link to them performing it live, which of course ruins any sound quality whatsoever, but the point is there nonetheless.

It's funny to me how such a positive message, coupled with sharp vocals, questionable dialect and a fast paced punk rhythm, can sound almost sinister. It's essentially saying "May your dreams never die" - positive, optimistic, wistful even - but this rendition comes off sounding almost threatening. It reminds me of a culture, exactly which one escapes me, that uses "May You Lead an Interesting Life" as a condemnation.

Upon googling, it appears that I was thinking of the Chinese, and the exact quote is "May you Live in Interesting Times."

The point is, it really all comes down to presentation. No matter what you try to say, inflection will always surpass intention.