Laura and Sasha found an apartment downtown - right across from the Lenin statue in Fremont, which is just about the hippest/coolest neighborhood in all of Seattle. I'm looking forward to visiting them and having them introduce me to some cool new spots to chill. I'm also looking forward to living in my own place. My basic plan is to become a total and complete hermit and not talk to anyone or meet anyone new. I plan on immersing myself in the study of very unconventional topics and basically removing myself from reality as much as possible. It's going to be great! Strangely enough I think I'll miss petting and playing with the cats, but I will by no means miss the cat piss/ cat poo smell that constantly seems to linger in the bathroom and hallway. Ugh, can't we all just agree to have "outside cats?" Laura is afraid they'll get run over or eaten by a coyote if they become outside cats. Oh well.
Today at work Leslie forced me to listen to this guy, Matt Nathanson. It was like the first time I actually listened to what seemed to be genuine heartfelt songs in ages ... and they seemed not only highly fake and cheesy, but highly inappropriate for the modern age in which we live! Maybe I'm just brainwashed because all I ever listen to now is KEXP where they usually just play all these newer than new happy fun indie hipster songs, but the whole John Mayer/Jack Johnson romantic acoustic singer songwriter style just seems in such bad taste to me. Who am I to talk though? Half the time I'm listening to some type of death metal anyway, which is absolutely about the worst taste in music anyone can have (and incidentally an important reason why I love it so).
Not much else to report. I'm proud of the United States for finally electing a non-white person as president. It's a great way to tell the rest of the world that Americans are ready for change, and we're not all belligerent ignoramuses that support ol' Dubya. I kinda feel for Obama though. Man stuff pretty much sucks all around right now and it's probably gonna be getting worse for a while. Meanwhile people have such high hopes and expectations. It's a tough position to be in.
I started reading The Black Swan by Nassim Nicholas Taleb last night. It's pretty damn awesome. The guy is a true intellectual rebel and he pretty much criticizes everything about everything in a fairly entertaining way, all the while making everyone really think hard (in a good way) about everything we think we know. I continue to watch How I Met Your Mother and Family Guy and I think How I Met Your Mother might be my most favorite TV show of all time. I'm just mesmerized by it. For music, lately it's Rush, Elton John, David Bowie, Band of Horses, Bow Wow Wow, and Helms Alee. After over 29 years, I've finally just gotten to the point where I can listen to Rush. I mean Geddy Lee's voice is not only annoying, but absolutely creepy. Who would sing like that and expect people to like it? It's just terrible. But Neal Peart is like one of the best drummers ever so he makes up for the creeptastic vocals. So that's it for now. Time to go cook up some homemade mashed potatoes and gravy and grill up some steaks (from some brutally murdered and butchered innocent cow). In vitro meat, people - one day.