Adeo durus malis

Ooh Lordy, troubles so hard
Ooh Lordy, troubles so hard
Don't nobody know my troubles but God
Don't nobody know my troubles but God
-- Vera Hall, "Trouble So Hard"

It's been a rough time and I have not updated here as I ought to have done. I am still at the same apartment. Still married to Alison. My roommate, AliQ, is no longer with us; circumstances forced her back home. Unfortunately (and partially my fault), her departure left us financially troubled. It has been that which has mainly occupied my time of late.

Still, I came up with a solution this evening that should be feasible and will right what once went wrong. Unfortunately, this does not involve Scott Bakula leaping into  my body and uttering "Oh boy." - though that would be cool if it did happen. No, my solutions tend more towards the practical.

It should also be noted that GPC did an excellent job of fucking me over, but that is simply the reputation of that vaunted Georgia educational institution. My usual cranky rankling is now beginning to settle into grudge-hate; this pleases me. I can do things with grudge-hate.

(Ooh) Outside your balcony… I have a room with a view
(And I’m watching you)
I dial your telephone… each and every afternoon
-- Dalbello, "Gonna Get Close To You"

An interesting incident involving Alison's cell phone last night may lead me to a mystery that needs unraveling. It is a pity, because I really do not have the time to deal with it at the moment. No matter. I fulfilled my part of the bargain and alerted Her that the first tier of security may have been broken. Pity it will never get a chance to go beyond me.

If that seems cryptic to you, it is because it is supposed to be. No, do not ask. I will not say.

Doctor oportet destrui

"—E’en then would be some stooping; and I choose
Never to stoop. Oh sir, she smiled, no doubt,
Whene’er I passed her; but who passed without
Much the same smile? This grew; I gave commands;
Then all smiles stopped together."
     - Robert Browning, "My Last Duchess"

Tonight I am listening to this playlist. This is the sort of music I have come to like best, a soundscape of a certain grimmer note. It is is comforting; it relaxes me and enables my focus. It allows thought to rest with crystal cold in my brainpan.

I believe that everyone has music that speaks to them. Dark ambient seems to speak best to me. Perhaps it complements my outlook on things. Perhaps I just like dissonance or unsettling noise. It does not matter; what matters is that I know what I like and seek out what I like. The one mistake I avoid is assuming that others will share my tastes unilaterally; this is definitely not so.

"The needle slips in and out
Never was one more pricked by poison
Then by that transcribed in clear detail.
Who says the sword is mightier? Certainly
Not the proverb."
     - Gustav Hendricks, "Does the Ball have a Point?"

I am currently attempting to create a complete chronology of Doctor Who. I had created one previously, separated into Old and New Who sections, but my roommate AliQ told me that it was too restricted in what was decided as canon. I completely disagree, but I concede the point; this is a more inclusive chronology. Anyway, the main source that I am using is the Doctor Who Reference Guide. It is the most complete listing of media that I am aware of.

And it is finished, in its basic form. I'll have to go over it later and proof it.