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You know what makes me love Trent Reznor even more than I do now? The fact that he embraces fan-based remixes instead of spurns them, like oh-so-many snobby musicians (*cough* Metallica, we’re looking at you! *cough*). He never ceases to amaze me, though. A few days ago, while perusing the NIN website, I came across the downloads. In it were copies of Nine Inch Nails’ current singles in ‘garageband’ format (GarageBand is a software application that allows users to create a piece of music, developed by Apple Computer for their Macintosh computers.) along with this message:

Well, the experiment of releasing The Hand That Feeds in garageband format was a resounding success. For those of you unaware, I essentially gave away the master multitrack sessions for that song for you to remix / reinterpret / ruin. Last I checked there were hundreds of remixes and info posted here alone.

I’ve enjoyed and cringed at what you’ve done with my song. Thank you (I think).

So …

Here I offer you Only, the new single. This time, I’ve expanded the idea from just offering the song in garageband format to four different formats that include Windows users as well.

Again, there is no agenda here other than for you to explore, experiment, and have fun with it. Depending on how this goes we may construct a more formal community for remix postings and/or possibly some sort of “official” endorsement by means of an EP or something.

I’m looking forward to hearing what you come up with…

trent reznor

How insane is that? I’ve been gleefully downloading oodles of remixes from the website which is right here if you’re interested. They range from the spectacular (Only - Butchered Goth Remix by GTB) to the craptacular (take your pick, there’s hundreds ;)).

This is by-far the creepiest shit I have ever seen. Not only is it because it’s so strange but also because it’s (seemingly) real. Who knows, I could just be duped by it, but it looks damn real and I’ve never really seen it before, so I don’t think it’s quite that popular. Still, this is gonna haunt me worse than any scary movie I have seen to date. Seriously.

This week has been so boring it’s hard to find something to blog about, but today I got a phone call from someone at American Income Life Canada. I have a job interview tomorrow! I hope it’s not another one of those scams that I got carted off to in May. I received an email six days ago regarding a job opening at American Income and it had a link that said “If you are interested in learning more about this important opportunity, please click this link”. So I did, thinking that it was going to take me to a webpage with the job description. All it said was “Thank you for your interest in the job opportunity we have at American Income. You will be contacted by our local representative soon.”

Now I’m not so excited anymore. I don’t want to go there to find out it’s a job where I have to sell shit to people out of a cardboard box (God almighty, that’s one less thing I need), but I suppose I should give it a shot.

Of all the talents that a person can possess my deepest, fondest wish is to draw. I find it so unfair that my sister can draw so well, while I can barely grasp a pen and put it to paper. My great-aunt was an artist, so is my aunt. My house is decorated by the beautiful creations my dear aunt made out of sheer boredom while visiting us last year. Every time I look at the pictures - vivid multi-coloured birds - I’m wistful. I asked my sister once why she stopped drawing and painting; she merely shrugged and replied, “I have two children.” I suppose that’s a good excuse, but I often wonder whether she enjoyed it even. Her art portfolio from high school used to be my favourite thing to look at when I was growing up. She, being seven years older than me, got to experience all of those classes which I eagerly awaited for at that age. I still remember a gigantic oak tree she drew on one of the pages. There was no reason for it, it was just a doodle, but it was gorgeous. Sadly, that’s the only thing I remember from her portfolio. As I entered high school, her former art teacher would become my art teacher.

The only art class I ever took, I did quite well in, to be honest. At least, from what I can remember, I think I did quite well. I never received any negative comments, at least. Yet, I never doodled as much as the other kids. Merely did the work assigned and that was it. I still remember the study of a male nude that we all had to draw; I chose the hands and feet to draw - the hardest. It was my greatest accomplishment because it actually came out looking alright! I didn’t value it for what it truly was when I had it then and I let it get thrown out. I wish sometimes I hadn’t because it could have given me some inspiration. Which is what I truly need, I think, because I have the desire to draw but I lack the confidence because I don’t feel that I would be able to draw well. Maybe one day I’ll take an art class, learn how to draw from someone who knows. I know I’ll never be a great artist, but I think I would take great pleasure out of creating something with my hands. Besides, what exactly is a “great” artist? There are lots of artists out their who find their own conventions to follow, instead of conforming to someone else’s.

I deeply respect the artists of the Renaissance, but I know I would never be able to paint anywhere near that good. I mean, those men (for they were mostly men, I’m afraid) must have been touched by the Hand of God himself. I’ve seen those paintings in real life and I cannot explain to you, or even attempt to, the sheer magnitude of their beauty. How these artists were able to create such glory is completely beyond me. Hand of God, I tell you. Hand of God.

In other news, I haven’t spent any money today! Which is excellent for me, since I just got paid and … well, I’m always tempted to blow my wad (pardon the vulgarity ;)) on something stupid that I don’t need. Hey, here’s an idea … maybe I should pay my bills? Hmm … food for thought.

Two more days until my parents leave on vacation!

Life is better once you’ve had a good cry into the ear of a guy who cares :blush: It was nice to come home and cry and cry and cry until all’s left are those dry sobs that hurt your chest, but feel mountains better when they’re out.

Next week I’ll be living alone. My parents are going away for a full week. I’ve been given forty hours at work as well, which is sort of good because I’ll be forced to get up early and I’ll have plenty of cash for back to school. God, school is fast approaching. I’m excited, yet apprehensive. I love learning, but hate the work. Haha, that’s a new argument, isn’t it? Like I’m the first to ever say that … :S

Anyway, time to go return my movies and pop over to the bank. I get paid tomorrow! :money: (l)

Today I cried at work. Full-out began to sob. I have no idea where it came from, how it started but it did and I couldn’t stop. I can still feel the prickle of tears come now just thinking about it. For FUCK’S sake, it’s McDONALDS and I let it get to me :hissy: I was fine for most of the day, too, so I have no idea what started this. Thinking back, I suppose the last two hours were hectic and I was by myself running the orders. People were dicks and I didn’t want to take anymore of their crap. The entire time I felt like a robot, just picking up things, sorting them, interlocking pieces and starting anew. It doesn’t help that the customers for the most part see you as a robot. I was so tempted to scream out an angry you’re welcome to one person who didn’t say a word to me as he took his food. That’s what gets me the most, they just don’t look at you, don’t say a word. I am a food repository and nothing else. God I hate it so much and I know I have to get a new job. This is frustrating and I’m sorry you’re reading this. I just needed to get it out of my system because I am human and I get emotional and upset.

Fuck you, menstruation. Fuck you up the dirty asshole for making me so fucking psycho tonight. I have never acted so wildly childish at work and I hate that people have seen me bawl over nothing. Gah.