Hazy thing to say today: The most familiar reaction of humans is to conform their actions to the norm; in so doing they cheat themselves of the eternity that can only come of having been unique. No one is remembered for how they conformed.

Back at my house I sat around listening to my new Incesticide CD. I used to have Incesticide on tape back in 1994 (it had Nirvana's Nevermind on the back). I loved that tape so much that I played it until it eventually broke. I probably would have played it twice as long had the tape held out. I used to listen to it while I did digital electronic experiments with an old 8088-based PC. The music is beautifully simple, more punk than average for Nirvana (any punk musical sensibility I have almost certainly has its origin in my appreciation for this album), and the lyrics and singing are excellent. They still evoke something in my subconscious that no other music does. This may well be my favourite album of all time.

The Bad Religion is also good (but not nearly as good). The lyrics are intellectually sardonic, preachy and politically correct, but in a mysterious way that I can abide. The singing has a forceful naive (but "clean") energy about it that is rare in punk. I always liked Bad Religion mostly for how the singing contradicts the simple and noisy guitars.

I played for my housemates some videotape that I'd shot on the 19th. It featured the antics of the goths at the Hillel Jewish Center, Monster Boy's house. For the most part these anitcs were conventional human activities: washing dishes, preparing food, driving cars, walking around, conversing about ordinary events. Goths go so far out of their way to appear odd (they all wear spiked collars for example) that you almost expect their day-to-day living to be unusual as well. But no, it isn't. Andrew remarked, "they're just regular kids."

I was bored and so went to Goth Central, where I found Theresa and Persad with Theresa's sister Angela and Angela's boyfriend Aaron. They were drinking good beers and watching the videotape of the drunken part of my birthday. The tape had somehow mysteriously "turned up" just after the goths came by my house last night.

I was hoping the other goths would swing by, but Cecelia the Brazilian Girl was with Jesse and maybe others drinking tussin while Monster Boy Glenn was at the C&O washing dishes.

There's a bit of soap opera going on in the goth world about which I had not been aware. You recall some days ago I wrote about Theresa's legal troubles stemming from her and Persad beating the hell out of the Weirdo Doug? Well, today I learned that the Weirdo Doug had, at the time, just taken up with Rebecca, Monster Boy's old goth girlfriend. Yes... Rebecca had abandoned Monster Boy for the Weirdo Doug. Now, I have had problems in my life, don't get me wrong. But I have never been abandoned by a girl for anyone as ...let me find the word... ...how about "cheesy"... as the Weirdo Doug. It must really suck for Monster Boy to have been judged inferiour to the Weirdo Doug. But goth is partly about misery...

Theresa said she might come by my place later that evening, but she never did. I fell asleep at about 10:30pm. A pathetic Saturday night if ever there was.

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