The wheel of fortune spins again,
A war upon freedom without refrain,
Tears like Acid descend from the rain,
The hand of the wheel lands upon pain.
The wheel of fortune spins again,
A war upon freedom without refrain,
Tears like Acid descend from the rain,
The hand of the wheel lands upon pain.
After putting it off for a while I’ve finally decided to attempt writing a full album. I’ve decided it’s going to be made up of 8-10 tracks which will be demo-recorded and written at home, then mixed and mastered at college.
I’m aiming for kind of an emo/pop punk vibe mainly but with some less generic things added, taking influence from metal and djent genres for a couple of the heavier tracks. I might try and wiggle in some electronic and synthesised elements here and there but I highly doubt it would work unless I combined it with metal to make metal-core.
I decided to call the album major Arcana because I’m using the 22 major arcana cards in my deck of tarot cards to come up with lyrical ideas. At present I’m debating to either randomise the cards or think through the combinations, there are 22 major Arcana cards, if I wanted to use them all then I could either do,
This doesn’t sound practical at all so I’m probably going to use elements and meanings of each card somewhere in a track but perhaps some less pronounced than others, for example I could use the High Priestess Card for the most part of a song but use The Fool for lyrical ideas for a middle 8 of the song.
Why Tarot? I hear you not asking. Well, Tarot cards are described on www.thoughtco.com as the following;
Tarot cards are one of many forms of divination. They are commonly used to measure potential outcomes and evaluate influences surrounding a person, an event, or both.
With that being said, each and every Tarot card has a meaning, symbolism or a story you could possibly come up with regarding the graphic used. Here is an example;
A person can read as many books as they want about tarot, but the cards are mere tools for us to use as people. The true “magic” comes from us, the people who use them. You can assign your own meanings to tarot cards (within reason), as many people have different perspectives and outlooks on the symbolism used. The black cat sat under the queen of wands could mean bad luck looming to one person, or the taming of a persons misfortune to another. This makes the deck more personal and gives it a personal connection to the reader.
There is a remaining 50 cards left for the minor arcana section (72 cards total), and I will probably use them to generate lyrical meanings and ideas in the future, but for now I plan on keeping it simple and use the 22 most important cards in the Rider Waite Tarot Deck.
I’ll be sure to keep you guys up to date on what I do! I’ll probably post some samples and previews on here if I’m able to! I’m aiming to get this released next year so I’m pretty excited about this whole experience.
As always I hope you’re all well and I’ll see you guys later! x
It’s okay to be not okay,
It’s okay to feel alone,
It’s okay to miss her face,
When you’re a lifetime away from home.
It’s good to feel wanted,
Even better to feel welcome,
It’s normal to feel daunted,
When she’s with someone so handsome.
It’s great when you’re together,
It’s grey when you’re apart,
It’s great to spend our time forever,
Especially when we’re apart.
—* not sure if poetry is something I’m shy good at.
So my old school had a summer fair the other day, a great opportunity to meet the staff I knew and see some old friends. Before going I learned that my old band was performing as part of it. So I put my favourite guitar luck in my pocket just in case.
Like musical candy from the back of a nicely decorated white van, I gave in and asked if I could play with them again. At the risk of extending the metaphor beyond funny they were more than welcoming to invite me back in again.
I did have some videos but the sound quality from my girlfriends iPhone 4s was unable to encapsulate the sheer levels of tenacity being thrown out of our amps.*
*-that just sounds like I’m bigging up a shit band, we’re not bad I promise.
After a rather disappointing bus driver drove past me and my girlfriend we walked back to my school to ask if my old music tech teacher could give us a lift because he was heading that way. My old school is I’m the country side so busses are very few and far between, this was the latest bus I could take where I could take the next bus back to my house, so it goes without saying that this bus driver did make me particularly pissed off until the lift to town was sorted.
The car journey went inconveniently quickly, I had nowhere near enough time to catch up with probably one of the most inspirational People in my life. Without him I wouldn’t have ever considered music. It was essentially just talking about music, reminiscing about the past and discussing how my girlfriend’s cousin named her baby Kal-El after superman’s Kryptonian birth name. Which is just plain awesome there’s no pompous overblown analogy or metaphor to describe it.
Tomorrow I’m helping clear up an art exhibition and going for a drink with some friends after so I just bid you all goodnight for now and I hope you all are doing well for yourselves.
I’m starting to get really sick of this trend now.
I have no personal problems with fidget spinners, but they’re essentially the same thing as Pokemon go. Where people who bullied me all though my school years for playing Pokemon all started getting into it when it became a trend. The same goes for fidget spinners. The same people who will look down on me for having autism, ADHD and anxiety are now suddenly into this new trend with no actual realisation or appreciation for their actual origins and use. These were originally for those with learning difficulties, I have no problem with people using them because well Ketamine is for horses and look how that plays out. The problem I have now is that if I use a fidget spinner, to most people I’m only using it for a trend and to try and be cool, not because I’m genuinely in need of something like this in order to pay attention or relieve anxiety.
This was mainly just a rant, I hope you’re all having good days.
Sup YouTube, I’m in bed and i want to test this screen recording app.
I might start recording myself blogging on occasion so i can blog and vlog at the same time xdxdxd
Let me know if you guys are okay with audio less videos ^-^ I’ll probs find a way to add music somehow idk.
Shoutouts to Ellie for messaging me xD
As always stay cool, keep your colon cleansed and subscribe for mo shit my nozzles. Shoutouts to Jessica Peterson too apparently.
My name is James Thomas and I am mildly vegan-intolerant. I have no problem with people not wanting to eat meat or animal based products, but it’s the effect on other people that bothers me. The word bother may be an understatement however, there’s only so much I can take before the blood in my head boils over my brain and makes my eyeballs explode with a beefy, cheese coated passion. In this article I shall discuss my main problems with veganism in an adrenaline fuelled smorgasbord of scientific facts and my own two pennies worth of opinions.
Studies show that 92 percent of vegans are deficient in B12, an important vitamin which the body needs in order to form blood and make the brain function at its best. A B12 deficiency is not a good thing to have, my own mother suffers a B12 deficiency as her body does not produce it properly and has to have injections every couple of months. If she did not; the harsh reality would be that she would likely die. She also gets b12 from animal products; especially meat, red being the richest in b12, therefore she needs a non-vegan diet in order to live a happy and healthy lifestyle.
Another vitamin vegans can be deficient in rather easily is creatine, which forms energy reservoirs in cells; the consequences of that are obvious.
Picture a man in desperate need of a shower, his matted beard reaching his waist, “natural oils” dampening his bright green bandana enforcing his neglected dreadlocks from going in his salad. Lying on a leather-free leather sofa too tired to get up and reach for his kale (whatever that is), I’ll bet if he was less stubborn he’d take a light reflection on his dairy free life and be wishing for that creatine that he pushed out of his life like his high school ex-girlfriend.
There are currently extremely few (if any) studies which suggest that a fully vegan diet is beneficial to humans. Some studies can show a lower mortality rate and some benefits to a vegan diet, but these are not conducted properly. The studies that accredit vegans with such superhuman traits are based on merely observing the vegans and were conducted on the grounds of correlation; not causation. Another study I read in an online newspaper the other day stated that 1,000 people were tested for health benefits between vegetarian and meat-eaters, there was little to no difference between the two.
This is more of a personal experience than fact, but most of the “persuasive” arguments I found on the internet when I researched for this assessment were absolute boulder dash. If I had a penny for every time I saw the words pure and fresh I could probably buy a better laptop to write these assessments where the brightness is better than a service-station portable reading light. It’s absolutely insane! I cannot for the life of me begin to fathom why somebody would for a moment think they were being persuasive by telling us about their rabbit food.
I have a friend who is vegan; however I won’t hold it against them. We seem to get on pretty well most of the time. Problem is that she just can’t help but argue about anything she possibly can when it comes to veganism. Anything I share, from memes to music, if it involves so much as a mention of the dreaded v-word, her vegan senses start tingling and she is on like donkey kong. I always like to risk assess now when I post things involving my own opinion. Because apparently for liking meat and showing that, I am amongst the likes of Hitler and Genghis Khan.*
In these mentally draining arguments, she will always argue with morals and comparisons rather than actual facts and data.
“Try hunting the animal yourself, biting into its flesh with your own teeth, and you’ll most likely die from food poisoning.”
I can tell you now I had an absolute field day with my comeback for this. I had to set aside my entire night and miss 3 days of college trying to figure out where to actually begin.
As far as I remember, I told her that humans simply weren’t involved to be tolerant of salmonella like we were of other poisons like alcohol. Humans have cooked meat for centuries so that is what we have become used to. We could evolve to eat it raw but it would take a long time of retching and nasty smells before we came anywhere close.
*- Hitler was actually a vegan, for the record but he’s the worst person I could think of.
I could spend ages now discsussing how some people need extra vitamins and minerals which can be found in animal products, but instead I shall refer back to my dear mother. If my mum didn’t get b12 from meat, and only got it in her injections, she would (in the nicest way possible) be useless. I’ve seen my mum when she’s low on B12, she gets lethargic, ill and weak, and this has been times when her injection wasn’t due for a couple of months. What is she to do then? If vegans did have their way and abolished meat, what could she possibly do until her injections were due without the supplement of meat?
It it wasn’t for meat she would most likely be extremely ill or worse. I find it incredibly selfish that these vegan extremist want to take meat away from everyone. Making a nice Segway over to my next point.
Scenario: a primary school class of around 20 young children. The class is all having a lovely time making models out of clay. 3 of them don’t like Clay, they think it’s disgusting. So the class teacher has two options. Either nobody is allowed to use clay because 40% don’t enjoy it, or those 3 pupils in particular can instead do something they prefer. To me, these are the same thing; scaled down. Most people in the world like meat, and who can blame them? I could probably persuade the person marking this assessment merely by mentioning bacon sandwiches. The people who don’t eat meat or animal products claim that there are many non-animal dishes available. Well that’s amazing! Why don’t we let them go treat themselves to a veggie burger then if they’re that nice, rather than trying to ruin food for us. Because if there’s one thing that mortifies me more than a world of vegans, it’s angry protesting meat-eaters who aren’t allowed to eat meat.
Meat is also big in history, I can tell you now and I am pretty confident in saying that I can ASSURE YOU that King Arthur wouldn’t have come back from battle and treated himself to a cabbage. Meat was a vital part of buffets and celebrations all throughout history. Speaking of which…
The first case of a heart attack was in 1912. Foods were being processed since 1890.
It’s just illogical to suggest that meat is the cause of these problems when humanity have been eating it for centuries without many problems. I can hear you asking, “That’s because humans didn’t have the technology and knowledge to differentiate between illnesses and their correlations hundreds of years ago”. And I would agree with you, but heart disease was identified and established in medieval times. I’m not history expert but I’m pretty certain that’s at least a few centuries before the 1890s. The problem isn’t animal foods, it’s processed foods. Even so, there is no evidence to suggest we should avoid processed foods 100%.
I, ironic to this article am against animal cruelty, there are ethical ways to kill animals. I stand firmly against battery farms but at the same time I recognise that without them, meat would be extremely expensive, which is bad news for even us more endearing cheapskates.
Banning meat won’t stop animals being consumed, it’ll just stop them being farmed. So to me, it’s either bring in more ethical methods of farming, let people hunt themselves or just do nothing at all. Stopping the meat industry wont enshrine animals in an encompassing field of protection, it will just put millions upon millions out of their jobs and probably damage the economy considerably. Not I’d know anything about the economy at all, it’s just an evidence absent assumption.
I am fully open to having some actual proof shown to me, after all; to put it in the words of the wise Samuel L Jackson; “The absence of evidence is not the evidence of absence”. if somebody can prove to me that it is actually beneficial, who knows I may try it for a week. But I put my mental health over everything, so if I’m more miserable eating animal free foods, then I think I’ll go back to meat in a deep-fried heartbeat.
The take-home message here is generally for you to do what makes you happy, but without making others miserable, veganism might work for you, but if you act uncouth about it then it’s definitely not working for those around you. Just live and let live.
~James Thomas 16/03/2017
“Not that I condone fascism, or any ism for that matter, Isms in my opinion are bad. A person should not believe in an ism, he should believe in himself.” – Ferris Bueller.
It’s that time of week again. The time where even the most ecstatically optimists wake up with a frown welling on where their unusually high brow would usually be on every other day of the week.
Sunday would be the day of taking an evening bath and casually performing odd jobs in a cathartic preparation for the week ahead such as laundry. How unfortunate it is that all we have to do is sleep to then face the punishment of ensuring a hyper space jump into a land of late busses, sadness and comparatively rude checkout ladies with bad hair dye jobs.
I personally would be content with renaming Monday to remove the miserable connotations of such a monotonous day. Some may see actions like this as an overreaction but then I’ll always tell them the same thing; when stressed, octopi literally eat themselves. THAT is truly overreacting. Probably a justifiable decision however if Monday exists to be an abhorrence for our marine life as well.
To follow the tradition of Monday, it has in the last half an hour started dramatically hailing. The demonic prices of ice in the sky then made a terrible transmission from hail to snow and then followed by sleet.
Bearing in mind I was in a suit today for work experience, my way of claiming some self worth and basic maintenance of pride. The universe has other ideas, it decides to punish me with this unholy level of vile precipitation.
I hope your Mondays are going better (and drier) than mine.
I think most of us have an ace Rimmer in our lives, of course I’m referring to the hit TV series, Red Dwarf.
Ace Rimmer is a reccuring character played by Chris Barrie and is basically Arnold Rimmer from another universe. Unlike regular Rimmer, everybody loves Ace Rimmer, and after each conversation people usually utter the words”what a guy” upon his departure.
Its that guy who people talk to and just think, wow.
Today for instance my ace Rimmer is a bus driver I’ve had a couple of times. It sounds sad but he’s absolutely amazing. We’re talking chest length white hair, in his mid 50s and hes just nice to everyone who gets on the bus. Like, excessively nice, you always get a really sincere thank you when you give him the bus fare, which is shocking because most bus drivers are just bitter and rude to you.
Its polite people like this who give me hope in people.
Have a good day;
I have like 3 assignments due in a couple of weeks, one being music production and the other two being useless piles of theoretical bullshit that I could just use in my head. I tried to bargain with my lecturer, I promised him I knew all of what we learned about but he didn’t relieve me of this unfortunate abhorrence.
As per usual people are still hard to figure out, especially those of the feminine gender. To eloquently quote William Shakespeare,
“Bitches be trippin’ balls”
Now that was either William Shakespeare or Kanye West. Perhaps both. Besides; isn’t that what poetic license is all about? Open interpretation and paraphrase? I don’t know.
I’m currently struggling on an aggravatingly stressful level on Candy Crush. Its one of those things which starts off easy but gets extremely hard toward finishing and failing. There’s a sexual intercourse joke in there somewhere and I’m going to choose to avoid it.
I’m actually at the most musically productive stage I’ve ever been ever. I’ll be uploading some of my tasteless noise soon don’t even trip, dog.
I think the moral here is that music trumps people and candy crush.