Show me some more, baby!

This is Max Power Live ... London ... or it's Max Power London Live - I don't give a shit. Something of that nature - modified car show. Lots of cars. Lots of girls - mostly in really fucking skimpy clothing - I'm talking bikinis, or just bras and panties even ... meh, but I'll get to why that would actually be a meh - No, I'm not gay.

So the word of choice lately is "bub" - don't know why - well, inspired by Wolverine, and there was that "bud" phrase to refer to people. Now it's mate. But among the people I regard as ... closer to my own nature, I use the word "bub" a lot. One of those phases. Like greetings for answering a phone. I miss some of the older greetings that I used to use - I could use them again (have tried to, as well), but the feeling just isn't there anymore. Now I'm just using "Hi," or "Hello" - really bland, I know - but this better be fucking temporary till I come up with something better. The next step.

So, there I was at the Car Show. I've had to go all the way across London, from the far north, to the far south-east for this, as part of work, of course. Anyways - get there later than was supposed to. Handed a still camera and told to run over to the Pot Noodle display (why at a car show, beats me!) to get some pictures of Victoria Silvstedt. So I run over there, crowded in by two guys who are each the size of four men alone, screaming at the top of the lungs for Victoria to turn their way. I get a few pictures and that's all I can get before she turns away permanently, so to speak.

See, I don't know how most folks feel about car shows - maybe it's an England thing or just generally, but you have all these women there in really skimpy outfits right. Now, I don't mind it - all for it, of course. But, I fucking swear man, with no offense intended to the ladies out there (who I'm sure I've already pissed off enough for a fucking lawsuit), but for once could they actually have pretty girls there? They have three types of girls at these things - (1) Skanky ones with enlarged breasts and more make-up than George W Bush at the retard convention, (2) Ugly, medium height ones with really bad figures and general body composition, (3) young, somewhat pretty, these are the best of the lot, which isn't saying too much.

Now with the exception of the 3rd group, which are an extreme rarity I might add, the place is full of these women that just don't look nice and look like cheap whores and dressed ... shamelessly in my opinion. It just isn't very appealing and feels very disturbing to be around. I feel sorry for them, whether I should or not. People deserve better than that - even if that's what they want to subject themselves to. It feels like the draining of human souls. Or souls that have leaked out ...

There was this girl in one of the booths - I think it was a car audio company. In a little metal ring with a DJ behind her, she was dancing. Not pretty, but she was fucking dancing when the show started. An hour later. Two hours later. Three hours later. I saw her on that fucking stage a good six hours later - still fucking at it. I was fucking amazed man - like a shot out of the twilight zone or an art film. Stuck in this permanent loop, if you will. The only display of constancy at this destination for deconstruction.

By the end of the day (woke up at 7:30am and set out) - returned at 9:30pm - I was feeling like shit - had hoped to get more done personally at the job, but I didn't, so that drained me out. Tiring as hell running around and doing what was needed to be done anyway. Here's where the holy spiral comes in.

Tool - Lateralus. One of the best pieces of music of all time. Up there with your symphonies and what-have-you - nothing that I know of comes anywhere close to the majesty and personal revelation that this album provides. Listening to it for even the hundredth time after ... 3 years now, I discovered something new. This is how rich and layered it is.

It had been a while since I'd pulled it out to listen to, so it was the perfect opportunity. And instead of the standard tracklist, I chose to follow the holy spiral 2 (as I have it labelled), a rearrangement based on the Fibbonaci Sequence that Danny Carey uses on the drums in the song Lateralus itself - a hidden guide to yet another layer of the album.

It set me free. I feel better. Alive ... ready to go on. Ready to have type this! Hehe!

Till another day, when the violent cause of Chicken Pox in Antartica strikes Greenland!