It’s not that I want to keep only my “best” possessions, or the ones that resonate with me the “most,” it’s that I want to get rid of everything that doesn’t, so that way as I’m doing my evening chores that help me prepare for the day ahead, I won’t be hindered by yesterday’s regrets or today’s misadventures. I don’t need physical records. I can record everything here that won’t enable my brightest future ahead.
As I sat in the lobby waiting for my interviewer to arrive, I thought about how I only own one polo shirt now, and three dress shirts that aren’t white. I prefer a limited professional wardrobe. Call it laziness, or inspired by videogame characters, but I see no point in spending any effort showing myself off in various colors. Which is funny to contrast with the multitude of concert shirts I own, but there’s logic.
I own some CDs I haven’t heard in over 11 years. As I’m packing up everything to move, I’m not doing a decisively thorough cut of my collections. If that means moving an additional box of CDs I’ll later sell/donate, that’s fine. I’m just doing a preliminary sort at this time. But as I put away this particular box of CDs, the question came to mind: when will I next listen to all of these CDs?
I’ll sometimes ask questions a self-aware videogame character might ask to progress the story along. (…I was a character in a videogame…) Especially when there’s enough time for parting words, I like asking for advice. Along with the extra lives’s worth of experience, these are the most rewarding conversations, because when faced with the reality that we may never meet again, any pretenses are dropped, and we exchange unfiltered truths about ourselves and our realities.
While my current rating system was forged during 9 years of cataloging 6188+ albums, re-cataloging anime I’d seen years ago got me thinking about changing opinions. What looks like garbage now, like these Street Fighter statues below, might take on a nostalgic or regretful bent in the future. I might look back 10 years from now and say, “I shoulda got these things!” No use buying crap you might want later, or holding onto regrets over missed opportunities.
Until GWAR signed onto the Warped Tour, I hadn’t been interested in attending the all-day pop rock and punk festival. Festivals are a convenient way to see twenty bands you’re halfway interested in seeing live along with two you want to see. It was a bummer finding out Anti-Flag and Suicide Machines were only for select dates. Was it worthwhile otherwise?
Sidenote: “Low priced” 32-ounce bottle of water for $5.50? More disgusting than GWAR! (Try $2.)
Average Rating: ★★☆☆☆ [2/5] [37 stars out of a 90 possible star rating]
Adjusted Rating: ★★★☆☆ [3/5] [my score]
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Despite seeming like GWAR knock-offs or KISS wannabes, and not drawing in the possibly sold out crowds that Powerman 5000 or Аркона [Arkona] both recently were able to bring to Studio Seven, Lordi have a certain umph that is clear especially after wading through a number of their terrible to good random local opening acts.