Harrowing Tales of Snow, Philosophy, and Dumb Laptop Batteries

Listen:

Idioteque - Radiohead

Lyrics:

Who's in a bunker?
Who's in a bunker?
Women and children first
And the children first
And the children
I'll laugh until my head comes off
I'll swallow till I burst
Until I burst
Until I

Who's in a bunker?
Who's in a bunker?
I have seen too much
You haven't seen enough
You haven't seen it
I'll laugh until my head comes off
Women and children first
And children first
And children

Here I'm allowed
Everything all of the time
Here I'm allowed
Everything all of the time

Ice age coming
Ice age coming
Let me hear both sides
Let me hear both sides
Let me hear both
Ice age coming
Ice age coming
Throw them in the fire
Throw them in the fire
Throw them in the

We're not scare mongering
This is really happening
Happening
We're not scare mongering
This is really happening
Happening
Mobiles quirking
Mobiles chirping
Take the money and run
Take the money and run
Take the money

Here I'm allowed
Everything all of the time
Here I'm allowed
Everything all of the time

Here I'm allowed
Everything all of the time
Here I'm allowed
Everything all of the time

deaf and lost are the children


My lovely laptop battery can now only go to 50% battery life before my computer shuts off. Blarg, blarg I say. Hence we listen to Idioteque for my laptop battery is an IDIOT and they talk about ice ages blah blah it's snowing. If only I was as amazing as Yorke in my blatherings to the world about I feel you could be listening to an amazing song rather then reading this dumb. I really don't want to dish out the money to get a new battery, but having to have my laptop plugged into the walls at all times is defeating the purpose of having it.

In other news I think I am going to be dropping my double major in Philosophy. Don't get me wrong, I love the subject, but what am I going to do with the degree? I see it like this: people go to school to become philosophers to then go into a job teaching philosophy to people wanting to become philosophers who will then go into a job teaching philosophy to people wanting to become philosophers who will... you get the picture. Philosophy is like a mosquito, they live to reproduce and then die. I suppose you could say the same about humans, but humans don't (I know they sometimes do) die right after giving birth. And it's annoying like mosquitoes are, long drawn out complicated debates that will never amount to anything nor answer anything. A huge positive feedback loop that grows and grows into nothing. And I just really like photography.

I will leave you all with another cold snowing song, enjoy:

Lua - Bright Eyes

Lyrics:

I know that it is freezing, but I think we have to walk
I keep waving at the taxis, they keep turning their lights off
But Julie knows a party at some actor's West side loft
Supplies are endless in the evening by the morning they'll be gone

When everything is lonely I can be my own best friend
I'll get a coffee and the paper, have my own conversations
with the sidewalk and the pigeons and my window reflection
The mask I polish in the evening by the morning looks like shit

And I know you have a heavy heart, I can feel it when we kiss
So many men stronger than me have thrown their backs out trying to lift it
But me I'm not a gamble, you can count on me to split
The love I sell you in the evening by the morning won't exist

You're looking skinny like a model with your eyes all painted black
Just keep going to the bathroom, always say you'll be right back
Well, it takes one to know one, kid, I think you've got it bad
But what's so easy in the evening by the morning's such a drag

I got a flask inside my pocket, we can share it on the train
And if you promise to stay conscious I will try and do the same
We might die from medication, but we sure killed all the pain
But what was normal in the evening by the morning seems insane

And I'm not sure what the trouble was that started all of this
The reasons all have run away, but the feeling never did
It's not something I would recommend, but it is one way to live
Cause what is simple in the moonlight by the morning never is

It was so simple in the moonlight now it's so complicated
It was so simple in the moonlight, so simple in the moonlight
So simple in the moonlight...