Defying BrettCajun's Negativity Spell

The blinky animated .gif of Bubbles was even bothering me so I had to write another post to push it down the queue. I know I did a good job when I end up annoying myself with something I created. I'm proud of that.

(RAH)² (AH)³ + [ROMA (1+MA)] + (GA)² + (OOH)(LA)²

The New Gay staff won't stop pestering me to pimp out their events and I forgot to add it to the last post, so here goes:
DJ Natty Boom will be on hand at the Black Cat mainstage on Saturday, Jan. 2 to help spin some of the best indie, goth, rock, alternative, electro, retro and other music that is still somewhat unknown therefore tolerable to TNG staff until some common person hears about the band and then it's no longer cool.

There will be early morning birdwatching that day, so I don't know if I'll be in any condition to go out that evening. The initial birdwatching census was rescheduled due to the Snopocalypse*. My plans for New Year's Eve are pretty tame, just dinner out with friends. I long ago tired of going out to clubs and having to leap over that inevitable curdling puddle of vomit dropped before the ball did. Like my bearded buddy Xanthos says, "NYE is for amateurs." I save my party points to spread throughout the year.

Why is everyone hatin' on 2009, or the last decade for that matter? OK maybe the last decade started off bad then got worse with 8 years of Bush fucking everything up, but we survived. 2009 wasn't that bad. I would post a retrospective of the year but reviewing the past year's entries and linking to them and writing about my feelings about them takes time and you'll have to wait.

BUT I must mention that the BUTT Magazine interview with our Dungeons and Dragons gaming group did make the "Best of 2009" list of their online content. The BUTT link is probably Not Safe for Work. The story didn't make the 'zine's print edition but the online story was popular.

Anyway, back to hatin' on things. Now I'm no ray of sunshine but ever since I moved out of a basement and into a bedroom that faces the rising sun, I have been in a slightly better mood, and friends have noticed that. Perhaps a little dark magic was involved in some kind of mood transposition spell, or I dumped my negativity into the Mississippi river and it flowed down to New Orleans where some poor mangy nutria slurped it out of the mud.

Something has changed within me
Something is not the same
I'm through with playing by the rules
Of someone else's game
Too late for second-guessing
Too late to go back to sleep
It's time to trust my instincts
Close my eyes: and leap!

It's time to try
Defying gravity
I think I'll try
Defying gravity
And you can't pull me down!

* FYI we never got the "thundersnow" the weather forecasters promised.