Personally I think that the end of the end of the world is the Big Bang.

Also, when I mentioned that I passed the final exam, the idea was to get lots and lots of congratulations from all of you. Get to work on that, please.

So, I haven't sleep for over 24 hours and I've taken a final exam 3 hours ago. After a pathetic written test (I answered 2 of the 4 questions without a lot of fundament and put one sentence in the third question and then I had no idea how to continue. Also, when the professor, who I had never seen before, was finishing correcting it I said to him "Kinda shameful, hey?") and a pretty good oral exam based on a theory kinda invented by me involving the internet and that wasn't in the texts, I can say that I passed Social and Cultural Anthropology with a 6. A 4 for the written, an 8 for the oral.

Making up my own theories instead of really studying rules :P

One of the best quizes I've ever seen:

http://www.politicalcompass.org/

So, where do you stand, my friends? I'd like to know.

Myself, I'm still the same socialist libertarian anarcho, punk in essence. I still believe democracy is the best system, even if it doesn't work.
In any case, my results:

http://www.politicalcompass.org/printablegraph?ec=-8.50&soc=-6.46

For today's UPMA's show I'm preparing a music section. It's about drummers turned into frontmen/singers in their bands or in new bands.
I have three:

-Phil Collins (Genesis)
-Dave Grohl (drumms in Nirvana, frontman in Foo Fighters)
-Abril Sosa (Argentinian guy, drumms in CAtupecu Machu, Frontman in Cuentos Borgeanos)

Do you any other? (3 is enough for the programm, but now I'm curious).

Not even a bullet through my head can put an end to what I am. Little pieces of me are everywhere, in every story I've written, every song I've played, every person I've met, every word I've said, every conversation I've had, every relationship I've kept. Not even a bullet through my head can end with what doesn't have substance, with what isn't just body, with what I really am. Not even a bullet through my head can kill my soul.

If you have a double personality, can suicide be considered homicide?

EDIT: As [Sunny Silverunicorn] pointed out to me, if you have multiple personalities (more than 2) then you can be also considered a serial killer. Or maybe it could even be a genocide. Would depend on the ammount of personalities.

UPMA on the air right now!

www.rnma.org.ar

Lyrics for a new song. I'm not sure if anybody bothers to read them, but... I don't lose hope that I'll get some feedback one day.

Pix already saw some of this and that forced me to write more xD

Wake Up

Sitting in a bed, waiting for a change
There are many season, only so much rain
The powers of the enemy look to me so dim
They can never take my soul
From me

Open up the door, let yourself inside
Sit left to the throne, right by our side
You have all those feelings impossible to hide
For them you should feel
No shame

Wake up x3
And smell the sun

Ohh, wake up
Ohh, there's so much life/Life's not so bad
Ohh, wake up
Let yourself shine

I need more verses :P

It's ended. Peer pressure and the fact that it was a birthday present brought my ideals to an abrupt end. So, now I carry with me everywhere I go a small black dispositive of dependency and locability. Which is also known as a cell phone. Those who want the number (and can give a good reason to do so; and yes, "I just want it" can be considered in some cases a reason good enough) just ask me.

I guess this means people will stop complaining that I'm impossible to find.

Me on a film

For my not-so-recent-anymore birthday, I got several presents (happens a lot, that. And it's nice). The most original, though, was the one from the UPMA staff. Last year they gave me, separately:

Andres - A drawing made in the style of a 5 years old, with a house, me and himself on it.
Fralverja - A cigar and something else I don't remember. I was lucky, cause the only other thing he found in the gas station were tires and he decided the cigar (which I didn't smoke, of course) was easier to carry.
Franupma - a tennis set... but one of plastic, those that are woth nothing and are used by 5 years old.
JP UPMA - I don't remember :P

But this year things were kinda different: they gave me a DVD with an 8 minutes long doccumentary (apocriphal, of course) about my life. They acted, directed, edited it. It was great. It includes interviews (to themselves, of course), pictures, a false phone call from Liam Gallagher and a couple other things. Incredibly cool.

And people, I want comments! My last 7 diary entries have been totally ignored by the masses :P

While we are living
The dreams we had as children
Fade away

       Oasis - Fade Away

Personally, I think I have more dreams and hopes now than when I was a kid. I don't remember having them when I was 10 or 12 or 15 or whatever. Or maybe now they are more defined.

MADNESS IS COMING! MADNESS IS COMING! MADNESS IS COMING!

MADNESS IS COMING stage 3: Yesterday I got my ticket.

Madness, madness, they call it madness
Madness, madness, they call it madness
It's plain to see
That is what they mean to me
Madness, madness, they call it gladness, ha-ha

Madness - Madness

In related news to the previous post, my song "One of a kind" (which can be found in http://www.musmakers.com/1.One%20Of%20A%20Kind%20Acoustic%20Vocals in a version with vocals and guitar by me O_O ) was censored last rehearsal. They said it's too long :P I had to cut part of the intro and part of the bridge. Evil bandmates!

About:Blank's zillionth first rehearsal

About:Blank is a project that started back in 2003/2004 (i'm not sure of any of the dates in this diary entry, so treat them as guidelines, not laws :P ). The base of this harcore/punk/pop project was (and still is, essentially) yours truly in guitar (and sometimes something that kinda looks like something that tries to sound like back up vocals) and Francisco UPMA in voice. Originally we played with a girl named Dalia in bass guitar. That lasted something like 4 rehearsals, distributed in something like 5 months. After that we got a drummer (Fede)... and we lost Dalia.
The beginnings are a little foggy, actually. I'm not sure, but we may have had another member for a couple rehearsals. I know that the first drummer we contacted never showed up the first time we were going to get together and that was the end of our relationship.
During the end of 2004 and begginnings of 2005 we rehearsed several times (something like 6 or 7 times, I think) without bass player. Just me, Fran and Fede. Some of the songs we did (we were playing 7 or 8, i think) can be found in Prelude to Crazyness.
Then, we lost Fede. He's life hasn't been easy. His mother died when he was very young and his fahter commited suicide a few years ago. We almost didn't know him outside rehearsals, so we don't know so much about his history, but he probably tried to commit suicide (plus having some drugs or alcohol problems) so ended up in an institution. We visited him there a couple times and the idea was to keep rehearsing, but after he left that place it was impossible. We lost contact for a while and that was the end of AboutBlank at the time (I talked with Fede a couple weeks ago. His living with his uncle and going to church. Strange how life changes you and you change life).
Considering that there was not a lot to do with ABoutBlank, I tried (along with a friend named Ariel who, I remember now, rehearsed a couple times with AB too) to form another band during the second half of 2005. We were quite succesfull in that we manage to get a bass player and a drummer. We also managed to rehearse around 6 times during the end of '05 and the first 3 months of 06. We had some good songs (a little too much rock'n roll for my taste, but ok) and all. Then we lost contact for different reasons for a while and Ariel decided to start playing with another band. Also, he decided that he didn't want to see Victor (drummer) because he reminded him too much of his ex-girlfriend. Thus, the band named Zoophia was dead (one or two songs of those we were playing in Zoophia can be found in www.musmakers.com/1)
From the first moment I had it pretty clear that Zoophia was my last shot at having people to play with. So after it dissolved, I kinda quit and not even tried to make new songs. For a while...
Couple months ago, the temptation was too strong. I talked with Fran and asked if he wanted me to ask Victor (Zoophia's drummer) if he wanted to play with us. He did and I asked. And Victor also wanted to play. We got together, decided that it wasn't the most important project for any of us, but that we wanted to play and that we were going to rehearse every 2 weeks or so. Just for the fun of playing, not to play in front of people nor anything like that. We agreed in all that and rehearsed 3 times. We were still one bass player short of a dozen.
So, why am I counting last saturday's rehearsal like the first one in this new (and last, 'cause I'm not going through the pain of getting new members again) stage? Because I borrowed my godfather's bass guitar and Fran's trying to play it at the same time that he sings. Therefore we are "complete".
I've been writing a few new songs and we are also playing the old ones ("Prelude To Craziness", "As Seen On TV", for example). I'm also singing a couple of them O_O (Yes, it's horrible). In any case, we are doing it like we want it: without any pressure and just for the sake of strumming a little now and then.

Also, I thikn I stablished a new record: I was at the office all day and managed to do absolutely nothing. But nothing. Really nothing. All I did in the whole day was copy pasting 5 names with the corresponding mail address to an excel document. And nothing else. But really nothing. Nothing at all.

Oh, and of couse I can't hate all americans. I have too many positive emotional attachments with some of them.

How did the cat get so fat?

I went to the NoFx show last night. It was a pretty good show. The band sounds really clean and rehearsed. They played mostly old songs, which was nice, considering that they hadn't been in Buenos Aires in 9 years.
Things to note:
-They talk a lot on stage. And, of course, the public understood half of what they said. Even Fat Mike commented on that, saying "We're gonna say a lot of things that you won't understand and we're gonna play a few songs that you won't understand either". They really talk a lot.
-At some point, they played 11 songs un 6 minutes. I didn't control the time, but I think they accomplished the task.
-Political declarations: they played a song called "The dumb song of an asshole" directed towards George Bush. And "Murder the Government", of course. And a couple more.
-Fat Mike told us that we shouldn't hate all Americans because of their president, but that it's ok to hate the French *nods sagely*
-They played "Linoleum", "How did the cat get so fat?" (which with that single line directed towards Bill CLinton really express the idea of the song), "I'm telling Tim", "All his suits are torn", "Champs Elysees", "Monosyllabic Girl" and "Don't call me white" between many other songs I don't remember the name. "Murder the government" and "Don't call me white" where the most emotional moments of the night.
-The place was totally sold out. Se picture below.
-At the end of the show, Melvin stayed there playing accordion for like 2 minutes. A guy from the crew came and started pushing him towards the backstage. Halfway there, he made a chaplinesque movement and came back and kept playing for a minute more. Thye repeated it 4 times or so. The audience, meanwhile, was hypnotized. That's being able to keep the attention of the public, something to easily done.


This guy is goooood --->


[Viking], drop dead of pure envy!!!