I’m listening to Bad Religion again, and this takes me back. Back to a time where everything was well, better. And it was really simple back then, work, slay folks on Ultima Online, pillage and plunder! Loot houses, slay entire guilds, fight people. Rinse and repeat. I’ve gotta say that we played the bad guys back then, you know, murderers, thieves. We fought everyone and had fun at it. I didn’t get this thrill off World of Warcraft and let me tell you I was very committed to it.
Then again I was the guildmaster on UO, so of course I was more into it. I guess.
Those were the days. The good old days. Now All I’ve gotta do is get a rocking chair and sit on a porch.
Anyway, as I was saying!
Bad Religion has some pretty awesome songs. I was making breakfast today while listening to some of them. My favorites (who kept playing on my head since yesterday) are:
Generator (if possible the Rock Am Ring 2002 version)
Social Suicide
You
Infected
Struck a Nerve
And I could go on and on. If you never listened to punk (which shouldn’t be an issue, I mean I’m sure you’ve listened to The Offspring) you should give these lads a try, they are the best that punk has to offer.
Cheers!
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So I was hiking and suddenly, out of nowhere I was feeling blue. Blue because of well, guilt. Guilt for not doing the stuff I was supposed to do. And of course I cling to the (childish) idea of me doing those things in the past and making things right. I know that even if I did the stuff I was supposed to do (in the past) in the end, the outcome would still be the same. Still I like to torture myself with the infamous “what if”. I still try to make amends and do the things I was supposed to do. But I guess I can’t improve on my previous mistakes. Can I?
Basically I know that it won’t change a thing if I did it or not, but the guilt is something I still carry and I have no way to get rid of it. Maybe there is but I still haven’t found it. There must be a way around it.
That’s the downside of being me I guess. Having this badass memory is such a bad thing. I will keep reminding myself of the mistakes I’ve made and how (maybe?) I could have fixed them. I end up being my very own judge and jury. And a damn good one at it.
Anyway, this comes straight from Dexter. And it really hit the nail: “Sins may be forgiven, but conscience is a killer.”
I can hardly wait to watch the new season and keep relating to a fictional serial killer. Of course I relate at the “how he relates to other people” level not at the “how I’m going to chop someone to pieces” level. Those are two different train of thoughts I think. And I’m not a serial killer. I think.
Anyway. I’m going to let this blog act like the ghost of a foster father that is Harry to Dexter. I need some good sense beaten into me.
I gotta stop thinking random crap when I’m hiking. Hiking is supposed to relax me, not make me sad.
I guess that’s all for now.
Cheers.
(thank you Google cache!)
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