This here, machine of mine

The monotony of work is the hidden existential threat that we never saw coming. It’s the what will really cause a crisis on infinite earths and end existence as we know it. It is taking away our freedoms and marching over history’s graves, cackling like a hyena.

On a lighter note, Christmas is around the corner and its time to get into that ole St Nick spirit again. Fill the baskets up with presents and the fridge with turkey and ham and all that other good stuff. Put up a no vegans allowed sign on thy doors. But let them in for presents and desserts too.

With this here Game Boy from 1989, I have created a synthesizer using the nanoloop, a small cartridge that fits into the back of this ancient device to convert the system’s hardware and sound card into a beat making, bass rumbling, bit crushing music box. The sounds it makes are pretty wild, man.

I’ve also started watching Neon Genesis Evangelion again. The TV show. Will watching the rebuild movies after it. First time I’ve seen the show in 15 years. I must say, it is bloody good and has aged very well. They don’t make ’em like that anymore.

Aside from the real work

I’ve been writing this one story for so many months now, it’s hard to remember where it needs to go and what I need to do to fill it in. The answers are there, but unclear in the smoke that’s filled the air. That’s the problem when you’re strung between jobs, the mind never goes where it needs to go to finish the work that’s most important. It’s too busy putting out fires.


A question to be asked often in life is how do you change a stubborn mind. A mind that has convinced itself of a nature not befitting anything other than the person’s ego. It is potentially a dangerous question because what would someone not do to make sure they do not change in the eye of the ego? Regardless, the question is asked and pondered many times over throughout the different seasons. No one ever gets the real answer but they do get close. Some record their trials. Some let it be. The stubborn mind is a powerful opponent. It has many answers to keep it self safe and secure in its own waking nightmare. What a sight it is when it awakes to the real world.

The storm’s eye

The calm floating along the air is there to be taken up in the fight with conjecture. It is easily attained and easily lost, especially as emotions rise. Calm is the essence of cool and cool is a state of mind that personifies greatness of a kind in reality. Keeping it is what matters, losing it is akin to losing your head at the guillotine. Awareness of this is where safety is found. It is the weapon against all else. Poise is the shield.

Mecha are knights

Here’s the interesting thing about mecha. It’s just an off-shoot fantasy about knights. Instead of swords clashing in the middle ages with young men clad in metal giving it their all, you have young men in the head of giant armoured machines giving it their best. Instead of the metal being silver and decorated in holy imagery or national pride, you have multi-coloured machines with design elements that signify beastly weaponry. Instead of swords, axes or morning stars, mecha pilots carry guns, vibrating knives or boomerangs that can cut through ships. Instead of smashing their faces in with their fists in close-quarter combat, mecha robots shoot their fists from great distances using rockets. Instead of riding horses like the knights of olde, mecha robots fly on giant wings that defy all laws of physics. It’s some pretty gnarly stuff.


One thing I’ve realised lately is that art can be more than just paintings, statues or antique thingamabobs. It can be a small collection of things arranged in a certain way or a single odd bit that makes other bits around it stand out. Really, art is individual and within your home it is especially telling of who you are.