nqmatt

I agreed to this...

maxxwel55@yahoo.com — Sun, 25 May 2008 01:48:48 GMT

Leave a comment and I will:

1. tell you why I friended you,
2. associate you with something - fandom, a song, a color, a photo, etc.,
3. tell you something I like about you,
4. tell you a memory I have of you,
5. ask something I've always wanted to know about you,
6. tell you my favorite user pic of yours,
7. in return, you must post this in your LJ.

If you Assume, you make an ass out of you and me

maxxwel55@yahoo.com — Thu, 15 May 2008 04:21:00 GMT

I only just realized, that its a major assumption to go around thinking your life is a first person narrative.

Shitshitshitshitshitshit

I'm now expecting a plague..

maxxwel55@yahoo.com — Thu, 08 May 2008 17:42:59 GMT

I crashed the Birthday Party of a Buddhist Holy Man. Not maliciously, but I attended uninvited. A coworker of mine, who goes to this Buddhist temple in Sugarland mentioned they were hosting the birthday party of a certain monk, who's held in high regard, so I decided, having nothing to do that day, to attend. At first, some folks tried to get me out, but the monks let me stay. Most of them couldn't speak any English, but a few could speak very broken english, so I attempted to have conversations with them. Failing to have any good ones, I ate rice, bowed, smiled, and blessed monks (they were blessing me, so I decided to return the favor). But best of all, there was an old Zen Buddhist who hardly ever stopped laughing.

In other news, I'm conducting a new experiment. I have some theories about how keeping a journal effects one's thought processes and open mindedness, so I'm going to keep one and monitor its effects on myself.

With Apologies for any Overlap

maxxwel55@yahoo.com — Tue, 29 Apr 2008 02:54:01 GMT

Why didn't you kill yourself today?

Not Particularly Poetic

maxxwel55@yahoo.com — Tue, 29 Apr 2008 02:47:27 GMT

I never actually saw my life pass before my eyes. It's occurred to me, that maybe, when they say that, they mean it poetically. That they're talking about everything that happened beforehand. Anyways, I've never been a particularly poetic guy, and despite the more pressing concerns, I had been looking forward too it, or at least, some of it. I did want to see that squirrel again, before it died in it's shoebox deathbed, surrounded by tissues and tidbits of food we hoped it would eat. I didn't want to see Margaret, walking with him hand in hand. Perhaps its a bit trivializing, but it was kinda like missing a high school reunion. It was something, that while you wanted the experience, you knew you wouldn't enjoy it. Well, Jacob enjoyed them, but then again, he was the sort of person who ruined it for the rest of us. Still, at the moment, I didn't begrudge him his success, and even missed seeing him one last time. And Mark. And William. And Ryan. And that kid next door who I couldn't remember his name for the life of me, even though at the time we were sure that we would be friends forever. And as the ground comes closer to my head; I realize, we never had a chance. No one did, no one does, and I'd like to say no one will, but I won't be around to see for myself, and I'll never meet the ones who might, and hear them say, "I told you so." Its weird to think about, and I've never been a particularly poetic person, so I just wonder...how much is this going to hurt?

I fucked up

maxxwel55@yahoo.com — Sat, 26 Apr 2008 17:12:27 GMT

This is a common occurence. I don't mind really, it makes life much more interesting. I just do it a lot. It's just that, sometimes, I'd rather I didn't.

BwaaaaBwaBwaBwaBwaaanBwaan Bwaaaaaa Bwaaaa Bwaaaa

maxxwel55@yahoo.com — Sat, 19 Apr 2008 01:54:04 GMT

I've been feeling rather manic over the past two days.

Does it count as hearing voices if you don't actually hear the voices, but every part of yourself acts as though it did hear the voices? I feel, that there is a fine distinction there, one that would probably hold up in a court of law, should chose a court a law to hold a hearing on what constitutes "hearing voices".

Also, I managed to convince myself, that gouging my eyes out, to prove that this is indeed my own body, is not a good idea. Admittedly, it would have been funny, because I was at Barnes and Nobles, and something amuses me about losing one's eyes in the middle of a bookstore.

In better news, I am volunteering my services at the Avantgarden (formerly Helios), running sound for them on their open Mic nights. So far, this has resulted in the running of no sound, neither in the figurative (I have not managed the mics and soundboard) or literative (One, I doubt that's a word, two, sound has no legs with which to run). The first time, I did not show up, there were hindrances. The second, well, the open mic night did not show up. But still, once this shit actually gets going, it will be so cash.

And finally, I really, really, want to record some hand clappin'. I think, if I do it in the right room, with the drum track really quiet, it'll sound kinda cool.

I can do Meme's too!

maxxwel55@yahoo.com — Tue, 01 Apr 2008 22:30:08 GMT

Full Name: Matthew Scott Willhelm
Male/Female: Male
Were you named after anyone: Yes, but it was unintentional.
Does your name mean anything: Doesn't everyones?
Nick Name(s): NQM, Maxwell, Jeex, Mini-Jew
Date of Birth: June 19, 1989
Place of Birth and Current Location: Chicago and Houston
Nationality: I would like to say I'm Canadian. Astrology Sign:
Chinese Astrology: Snake
Religion: Several.
What's your favorite smell: Toast. Buttered Toast.
Political Position: Irrational.
What do you prefer to drink in the morning: Barq's Root Beer
Hair+Eye color: Brown and Brown. Its like a Law Firm.
Do you look like anyone famous: Some people say I look like Jim Morrison, though I think I'm looking more like Heroin Addicted Jim Morrison. Need to eat more.
What do you look like: Kinda like a donut, except no hole in the middle, two legs, a head, two arms, and the shape is in no way circle-ish. But I think I may have sprinkles.
Any unusual talents: Thinking.
Righty, Lefty, or Ambidextrous: Right-ho!
Gay, Straight, Bi, or Other: Straight.
What do you do for a living: Shelve Books. At least, attempt to in between frevrent bouts of reading.
What do you do for fun: Music. Hang out with Friends.
What kind of material do you like to use: Abstract and insubstantial
What kind of materials would you like to work with: THE EPIC TYPE
Have you met your grandparents: All of them. My Grandmother on my mum's side looks younger than my mum.
Boyfriend/Girlfriend: Its funny, I'm not actually a reliable source for this. I think you'd have to ask someone else.
Crush: Soda Cans.
What celebrity would you date if you could: None.
Favorite online Guy/Girl(s): The XKCDizens
Favorite place to be: Its probably going to be torn down.
Least favorite place to be: My dad's house.
Do you burn or tan: Condensate.
Ever break a bone: No, but I've cracked my skull. Multiple times.
What is your favorite cereal: Cinnamon Toast Crunch, Better make way Mother Fuckers!
Person you cry with: Grrr, Manliness.

Do you have...

Any sisters: Yes
Any brothers: Unfortunately
Any pets: A Dingo Dog
An Illness: Maaaaybe. I avoid being diagnosed with anything like the plague. On that note, it be funny if I got the plague.
Pager: That is so passe'. I'm with Mark and William on this one.
A personal phone line: Err...I guess my cell phone counts.
A cell phone: Or maybe it doesn't?
A visible birthmark: My pinky toes are sideways. That's not really a birthmark, but I wanted to share that.
A pool or hot tub: Sometimes there are puddles nearby me.
A car: I have a Scooter!

Describe Your:
Personality: The most common one? Contemplative.
Driving: Reckless. Seriously, I think I'm at one close call per 23.8 miles.
Your clothing style: Some people say I dress like I'm out of the 60's. I'd say jeans and a T-Shirt.
Room: Don't have one at the moment.
What's missing: The whole thing.
School: HCC Town and Country.
Bed: Do couches count?
Relationship with your parents: Existent.
Do you believe in yourself: Some of the time.
Do you believe in love at first sight?: No, but I believe in love at first conversation.
Consider yourself a good listener: I'm sorry, could you repeat yourself?
Have a future dream that you would like to share: I can't predict my dreams, but I wouldn't be surprised if I get one about windmills.

Do you:

Get Along with your parents: No.
Save your emails: Do I check them?
Pray: I do talk to myself quite a bit.
Believe in reincarnation: Only if I feel like reincarnating.
Brush your teeth twice a day: No, I brush everytime I take a shower.
Like to talk on the phone: Not at all. But there are people who are exempt to this rule, and those who'd I'd just like to talk to and phone is the only option.
Like to eat: Good God yes.
Like to exercise: Sometimes.
Like to watch sports: Only Soccer's World Cup
Sing in a car: I sing on my Scooter.
What is a dream that you have all the time: Life.
Dream in Color: Technicolor
Do you have nightmares: Yah
Sleep with a stuffed animal: No.

Right next to you: A little scrap of paper.
On your coffee cup: Another Universe
On your mouse pad: A Mouse.
Your favorite flavor of gum: Purple.
Your brand of deodorant: POWER STRIPE
Your dream honeymoon spot: House of Pies.
Your dream wife/husband: Doubt it.
Hiding in your closet: I don't have a closet.
Under your bed: I don't have a bed! Stop rubbing it in!
The name of your closest/best friend: That's a silly question.
Your bad time of day: They all have their little charms.
Your worst fear(s): The big general one. The one that makes you pay very close attention to what's going on behind you.
What's the weather like: All right, once you get to know it.
What's your favorite time of year: Fall.
Your favorite holiday: Halloween.
A material weakness: Books. I don't have my own place, but I have five boxes of books in tow.
The weirdest food or drink that you like: Peanut Butter and Butter Sandwich
The top of your "to do list": Finish this thingy. Own a Studio.
The hardest thing about growing up: Stopping. Or at least, stop stopping stopping.
A pet you want: A Sugar Glider
Your scariest moment: When I realized that I had lost the concept of friendship, or even caring about people, negatively or positively.(I've since regained this ability). Either that or that day everything went good for me at once.
Your attitude about love: Its a nice thing.
The funniest or most desperate thing you've done to get the attention of the opposite sex: I put forth remarkably little effort in to that.
The worst feeling in the world: Apathy. Get it? But seriously...I'd say...the feeling of just being a passenger in your mind.
The Best feeling in the world: Well crafted music.
Who sent this to you: Stoles it.

Her name's Yoshima, she's a black belt in Karate~

maxxwel55@yahoo.com — Wed, 26 Mar 2008 04:18:49 GMT

Indie Cyber Punk Post Punk Rock Operas are awesome.

Voting

maxxwel55@yahoo.com — Wed, 05 Mar 2008 18:42:37 GMT

I voted in the primaries today. I don't think I'm ever going to vote again. I felt dirty, disgusting, like I was tampering with the data in an experiment. So despite my great interest in politics, I think I'll avoid that whole voting thing from now on. Seems kinda hypocritcal of me, or at least, it does to myself and I'm probably the best judge, but damn it feels so dirty (That's what she said!).

I got evicted.

maxxwel55@yahoo.com — Tue, 04 Mar 2008 13:53:27 GMT

Things are different now from how they were before.

Doo da doo!

maxxwel55@yahoo.com — Thu, 31 Jan 2008 17:40:40 GMT

I thought I leveled up yesterday, but it turned out to be someone's ringtone.

You know...

maxxwel55@yahoo.com — Mon, 10 Dec 2007 03:32:30 GMT

It's sad that I have the date for this, but I always get the best nights sleep when I'm kicked out of the house.

The other day...

maxxwel55@yahoo.com — Fri, 07 Dec 2007 00:38:35 GMT

I fulfilled a lifelong goal of mine.

I zipped something up without the little zipper thing at the bottom.

My life is almost complete.

maxxwel55@yahoo.com — Wed, 07 Nov 2007 01:34:08 GMT

http://www.musicstreetjournal.com/tunerinterview.htm

King Crimson is getting back together, apparently a five piece with two drummers.

maxxwel55@yahoo.com — Fri, 26 Oct 2007 18:36:14 GMT

For Halloween, I'm getting a bathrobe and pyjamas, I will then roll around in the dirt, speak in a British accent, and call myself Arthur Dent.

Do you have what it takes?! Just kill one kid a day!

maxxwel55@yahoo.com — Wed, 10 Oct 2007 00:02:11 GMT

What does it take to have a week or so to "bring awareness" to a deadly issue or something? Apparently, according to an article a co-worker was reading at the break table, its Window Protection Week because 400 kids have hung themselves on window cords since 2003. That's it? That's .27 kids a day. I mean, if it were 400 a year or something, that might be enough? 400 a week? Now we're getting impressive, that's a sizeable chunk of our future going out there (albeit, the retarded chunk).

Couldn't this week be better spent on something that kills more people, like Hungry Villagers Resorting to Cannabilism, or at least something worth more time such as pretending to be a time traveller or speaking like an old English Gentleman? Let the rest of us enjoy our week, and let these one hundred inbred families a year find out about this "scourge" a much more convenient way, experiencing it first hand.

Heinous Bitch

maxxwel55@yahoo.com — Wed, 26 Sep 2007 04:00:59 GMT

So I had to lug a bike with broken ass wheels around for an hour to get home, because on my way back home from Tristen and Teddy's house, the wheels fucking broke on me. Then my mum refused to come out and pick me and the broken bike up, instead choosing to threaten to kick me out of the house because I always demanded shit of her (mind you, that's bullshit, I buy most my groceries, I buy my clothes, I haven't asked for a ride in freakin months, and I pay rent).

So I really, really, need people to room with, so I can get the hell out of here. But more likely, I'm going to get kicked out before I can even find a room mate and apartment. And if that happens? I have no fucking idea.

Bad ass show.

maxxwel55@yahoo.com — Sun, 23 Sep 2007 07:36:47 GMT

Spoofed Tribe show was fucking awesome.

D.R.U.M. opened for the Tribe, both bands put on fantastic shows. And before D.R.U.M. their was a decent local psy-blues rock band downstairs (was at Fitz) that did a pretty good set themselves. Did a great rendition of Johnny B. Goode. But the highlight of the night was definitely Spoonfed's second round of drum only music.

Enlightenment!

maxxwel55@yahoo.com — Sat, 22 Sep 2007 02:04:10 GMT

I know how to reach its.

In programming, when you cause an endless loop, you crash the program, or essentially, the code's reality. So if we as humans are running on our own self-programming biological code, if we force ourselves in to an endless loop we will crash our illusion that the code creates (the program) and bring us in to the truth of reality (the BSOD).

That doesn't sound all to pleasant in fact. BSOD is horrible thing.

This is kinda cool

maxxwel55@yahoo.com — Fri, 21 Sep 2007 18:36:53 GMT

The other day I was walking down the street, headphones on as usual, not really paying attention to the music, when I suddenly noticed I was hearing things that I normally had to concentrate to hear.

My ear just kinda jumped up a level out of the blue. Hell yeah.

So tired...

maxxwel55@yahoo.com — Thu, 20 Sep 2007 22:39:06 GMT

Today kinda sucked. Last week I met a fellow who worked for a local music production company, who upon seeing me with my bass, asked me to play. He then told me he was impressed, and gave me his contact info, he was getting musicians to record a blues song, and he needed to do auditions. Unfortunately, I kinda lost the info, so I decided today I'd lurk around downtown where I met him last thursday, hoping that he'd be a man of routine. Unfortunately no luck. I'm going to try again next thursday, because I remember he was in gym clothes, and after getting home I found a gym about a block from the cross street.

Yesterday went to see the Kaiser Chiefs concert, as well as John's set at the Proletariat. How does that guy always wind up with crappy ass bands? The bassist couldn't expand past three bass lines, all he had going for him and speed, and the guitarist seemed as if he had learned how to not play fast, instead of just learning how to play. I also stuck around for the next set there, another friend of mine, one I met playing at that Woodrow's place. His band was downright amazing. Heavy as hell psychedelic-blues piano rock, all the members were either damned good at their instruments or at least solid. The pianist/vocalist blew me away especially, mostly due to his energy, he got blood on his keyboard by playing it so hard. Then managed to catch the last third or so of the White Rabbits, who opened for the Kaiser Chiefs. I feel sorry for the Chiefs, as they got shown up by their opening band. Which was one of the major factors in me leaving early so I could catch the bus (the second being that the sound guy was shoddy, as expected). Good night overall.

This is not a test!

maxxwel55@yahoo.com — Tue, 11 Sep 2007 21:27:40 GMT

Moody is back!

Interesting Night

maxxwel55@yahoo.com — Sat, 08 Sep 2007 16:50:15 GMT

So last night, despite almost sucking, rocked to all hell.

When it turned out Andy's wasn't going to happen, I called up Kamien and Geo, to hang out with them. The plan was I'd chill with Kamien till Geo got free, he would come to pick us up, and then armed with a car and several guitars, we would get a hold of Jordan and Jesse, and if they were able too, jam out. Didn't get past the first step. Me and Kamien got a pizza, some caffeine, and went to a park to jam when we found out that Geo, after telling us he was coming to pick us up and chill, had ditched us to go to numbers. So I was left stranded in South-West Houston after the buses had stopped, so I was looking forward to a long walk home. Me and Kamien chilled a bit more, since despite being ditched we were having a good time, catching up over soda, then I set out.

As I was walking with my Acoustic Bass over my shoulder (I had left my Acoustic Guitar with Kamien, didn't want to walk with two guitars), when I passed this bar where a live band was playing. Some guy who was drunk saw the guitar, dragged me in, and convinced the people playing to let me play. Judging by how the crowd was acting, and their ages (21-30), they were pretty much having a joke at my expense, expecting me to play like crap. So I surprised the ever living shit out of them by playing better than the previous bassist, and then I stole the show by leading the band in a funked out version of Come Together, and when I soloed I turned it in to a straight out improv. Then a funk band came on and their bassist blew me out of the water, but he has been playing for about fifteen years now so I was cool with that. I talked to some of the people playing there (not the ones I actually played with, other than introductions and what not), and I was invited to come and chill/play whenever I felt like it on Friday. So whenever nothing is going down with the Andy's crowd on Fridays (which might be more common than the alternative is this Friday is going to be setting the trend), I'm going to be chilling there as back up.

Also, as a side note, I decided I'm not going to bother trying to hang out with anyone outside the Andy's crowd and Kamien after that stunt of Geo's. Everyone I knew from Lamar is, except for Jacob (in Washington) and Kamien, are flakes, and while if someone rings me up and invites me, I'll be down, I'm not trying shit with those motherfuckers anymore.

All your bass are belong to me!

maxxwel55@yahoo.com — Fri, 07 Sep 2007 21:10:19 GMT

The Bass has arrived!

I need to try it out with someone.