A momentary lapse of music

I've always liked A Momentary Lapse of Reason, an album by Pink Floyd. It sounds like something you'd hear if you were floating in the mesosphere, or maybe even the stratosphere. That is, if somehow there was music playing up there.

I like asking people what their favourite Pink Floyd albums are. I mean, it's rare that people know more than a few, but if they really like Pink Floyd, then it's nice being able to discuss the differences in taste within the Pink Floyd universe with someone else.
You know what I'd like to do some day? Listen to an entire album with someone cool, maybe someone I don't know very well, and seeing if you can bond that. No need for drugs or anything, just some good ol' fashion hangout with someone who happens to like Pink Floyd.
Maybe I feel that urge now, but would I ever remember to ask said person: "Hey! Let's go chill and listen to a Pink Floyd album!". Maybe, maybe not.

I wonder what it would have been like, back in the 70s, when that brand new vinyl was coming out, and everyone would be talking about it. You could ask someone if they'd listened to it, where they'd bought it, and so on. In that way, listening to music was a bit more of an experiential event, I think.
It seems like listening to music nowadays is just a matter of how fast you can download it online or just look it up on Youtube. It's fantastic being able to listen to music so quickly, but I feel like listening to music now is less of a monumental event than it would have been in the past.

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I want to end this post with a picture. Words are a little dry and probably a little dull to read in the long run, so adding a little multimedia is the fix. Unfortunately, I'm too tired/lazy to find anything cool to take a picture of, so I'll just take a picture of my clever writing utensil container.

New Year's Explosion

An atomic clock, says he. "My watch is synced!" And yet, we still foiled the countdown by a whopping 15 seconds. It was like having different time zones in the pub. On one side, the people watching TV with their countdown, and on the other, a group of friends gathered together counting down early.
And so it was twice the countdown and free champagne, courtesy of our friend S.

Reminds me of the time I was in London, ON with my katimafriends, and Five Man Electrical Band was playing a gig for New Year's in a place called Victoria Park (or so I remember). There was a stage, and beside it was a big clock counting down till the new year. The clock had been counting down for days, if not weeks already, and by the time we got the last few minutes or so, we realized that the clock was quite wrong. The band had their own watches, and they couldn't see the big countdown clock, so they counted down from their time and enticed the audience to celebrate with them, but that didn't work out because a number of people were counting on the big clock to officially celebrate the new year. So it was a whole big epic fail.

Oh, I guess celebrations are fun. They don't need to be such a big deal, but they are, so might as well celebrate.

I almost kissed a girl tonight right as the clock struck 12, but I acted like a complete fool instead and jerked my hands in front of me and half-yelled "Noooo! I can't!". So instead she kissed the (very) beardy guy on the couch next to her. It's really a shame; I thought she was cute.

Jeez, this is starting to sound like a teenage girl's personal journal, except plenty of people can read it.
Oh well, it's new year's, I'll make an exception and publish this.

Happy New Years!