Kirkkitsch’s Blog


Coming Soon…
June 29, 2014, 4:23 pm
Filed under: CrAPPS

It’s about time for another installment of CrApps (see category in left-hand drop-down menu). It’s been about 3 years since my last installment, and I’ve been collecting plenty of fodder over the years, just for this occasion. However, now that Grindr is low man on the totem pole, that just makes more room for apps like Scruff (the new reigning king…queen?), GROWLr, Jack’d and MISTER. Hooray? Just wait. You’ll see.

 



Depressed. Repressed. Confessed.
June 29, 2014, 3:38 pm
Filed under: Life

I know it’s been a few days since I posted, but I really didn’t want to hit you in the face so soon, with another “I like him, but it’s not mutual” story. So I’m saving that for later when I can deal with it. Trust me, it’s nothing you haven’t seen before, but I need to get it out of my mind and into print, so I can hopefully GTF over it (it’s a completely ridiculous scenario anyway, thus all the more embarrassing). At the moment it’s making me sad and I don’t want to talk about it.

With that said, I was at a CD store the other day, selling more of my CD collection, because (1) I like the finer things in life, like food and gas for my car, (2) I honestly don’t listen to them anymore. I’ve got a small reserve of sentimental ones, but for the most part, I’m over it, and (3) NOW I realize what all the hubbub was about, back in the 90’s, when groups like Depeche Mode were touting their “remastered” albums. At the time, I was like “What?! This sounds exactly the same. They’re just double-dipping.” NOW I can tell the difference and it’s annoying (re: sound quality of old version vs. remastered).

ANYWAY, very little of this has anything to do with why I started this post to begin with! So, while I was at the CD store, waiting for them to do my buy, this song came on and some long-forgotten memories came flooding back to me.

I knew I’d heard this song, but at first I couldn’t remember where. Then I remembered: my mom used to play this song on the piano all the time. When I was little, I used to think she’d wrote it (she was forever writing silly, western swing-style songs about cats and birds and mice, etc.). As soon as I heard the title chorus, I knew the rest of the words…even though I haven’t heard the song in decades. Weird how your mind works. I can’t imagine what it must be like to lose it all. Heartbreaking. In the end, your mind is what truly defines you. Fuck the rest of it. Without your mind, you have no identity.

It made me melancholy, but it also made me smile. It’s been a while.