Desmond and the Gallaghers.

Noel Gallagher quits Oasis

"The future of rock group Oasis was plunged into doubt Saturday after lead guitarist Noel Gallagher dramatically announced he was quitting because he can no longer work with his brother Liam." (Full article here.)

I've followed their current (rather amusing) feud for quite awhile now, but I have to say, I did not expect the split. Sure, it's been intense, but it's the Gallagher brothers we're talking about! They've always been antagonistic to each other, and in spite of the sibling rivalry, Oasis has still delivered year after year of good music.

I would have created a playlist of their songs in honor of them (or rather, their incredibly understanding bandmates). But playlist has also decided on the path of antagonism, and so you can really just guess how my said attempt went.

So here's to Oasis: It was a good run, and I'd love to see what happens next. And here's to Playlist.com: Work!

Desmond and The Lightning-Strikable Piece.

Maybe it's another squall or just simply a bout of rainy weather, but I welcome it with open arms.

Open arms.

And the preoccupation with lightning and thunder never seems to end, in spite of a fear of getting struck by said-lightning. But so far, so good. This man is still in one lightning-strikable piece. His photo-ambitions however, leave much to be desired.

-To more windy nights, and days.

Desmond & the Light of Blogging-Day.

One week is way too long for an entry-consumed-nutcase like myself. I could really do with more blogging.

But scurry, scurry... My time's been hurried away. Buried under books I'd rather not read, and books I should have read four days ago, I have yet to see the light of Blogging-Day. That is, until Now.

Now, I have inched my way out of Book-abyss, emerging like some Book-Mining-Warrior, victory cry all a'ready.

I am Hero and Legend, Miner-Extraordinaire.
I am valiant knight and victorious king.

I am blogging, now.
Or maybe I am just Fraud. Maybe I am disillusioned, driven insane by the sheer volume of books to read, that I've imagined a world where completed readings are possible. A world that only exists in some states (of mind). Denial's one of them.
(It sure sounds as if this Individual resents his post-holiday prison. But he really is enjoying most of it. For now. Still, every now and then, blogging brings him a much-needed break from work. We all have our stress-relief-ice-creams.)

Desmond and the Glee Explosion.

It turns out my first tutor of the new academic year is a visiting professor from Dublin, Ireland. And he discussed writing-writing with us.

Can you say, "Glee Explosion"?

YIPPEE!

(He swears he's not crazy, but this individual really enjoyed class today. And he'll not lie. A small part of the enjoyment came from his Irish professor who just arrived on our Sunny-island, because said-Professor was constantly referring to Ireland. Which, in itself, is enough cause for a mini Glee Explosion.)

Desmond and the Limbo That Lies Between.

I can feel myself snatching desperately at the scraps of time I have left... Desperately trying to prolong my time in the limbo that lies between Post-Holiday and School.

It's hard to give that time up. It's as if I've been delivered a package that I'm reluctant to receive. And now, if I acknowledge receipt, then the transaction is complete. Then... then, I would have left the Lesser-comfort of Limbo, and crossed into the Non-comfort of School.

And so I refuse to give my signature. "My pen has run out of ink," I'll say.
"How convenient," you'll say.

And then Post(Holiday)man will attempt to lend me a pen, and I will refuse even that.

Never accept gifts from Strangers.

Desmond & The Uncontrollable Need to Win.

The next time I can write this regularly (for my personal pleasure, might I add), could well be weeks away from now.

That makes me sad.
Incredibly sad.

I confess to an unhealthy obsession with watching those little bracketed numbers in my archive jump. Every entry adds to that number. Every month is a challenge to trump myself. It's a battle with Me. Fight, fight, fight. One, two, three, ten.

And the best thing about this? Either way, Desmond wins.

Don't end, holidays.
(You can't win, if you can't enter the competition. This Incredibly Bummed Individual realizes that. It's actually the reason he's bummed out. He would appreciate an extended holiday, so he may take part in more competitions with himself. Call it a uncontrollable need to win.)