Today, we have a cover of the excellent song Nude by Radiohead. What makes this cover interesting is the orchestra. Observe:

It should be noted that the cover doesn’t actually begin until about the 1:10 mark.

If you haven’t listened to In Rainbows about schifty-five million times, then:

1. You’re missing out
2. You might want to go listen to this first.

In the short time that his blag has been live, Petrie has already surpassed me in post count, which feels me with shame. As mentioned in my previous post, I have been doing a horrible job with this whole relaunch of my site. In less than a month, the content is already stale and boring.

One of my great cruxes is that every time I wish to post something, I always feel like it has to be something phenominal and grandiose. I’ll pour over the words for hours, and once I reach the inevitable point in my draft in which I feel like I cannot properly convey what I am trying to say with the right amount of humor or flourish, I get frustrated and take a break, often never to return. For instance, I have a draft sitting on here that reviews the Watchmen movie. I began that bastard of a post shortly after watching the movie - that was mid March!

So I shall take a note from Petrie. While I’ll still aspire to occasionaly post a work that would be considered an opus by all, I’ll also try to post small simple bits, even if the words are nothing more than “I fucking love me some pie.”

On that note - I fucking love me some pie!

However, the worst contribution the internet has given society is also that it has given everyone a voice. Suddenly, people think their opinion actually matters. Because of this new found relative closeness, it’s not uncommon for some incoherent lunatic to stand up on their soapbox in the crowd and begin foaming at the mouth. Even worse, when someone gives so much as a sideways glance at the rambling loon, the crazy sees it as vindication. As such, the emo livejournal user now believes their horrendous poetry is actually good. The wannabe political pundit actually believes that they have all the answers to fix Amurca. In truth, no one could care less about their opinions or works. Or worse yet, if someone does, they’re probably just as moronic as the original author/poet/idiot. The Internet has sprung forth a tsunami of self-absorbed blowhards who think the world would be a worse place, if not for their contributions to it.

And so, it is with this knowledge that I step onto my soapbox in the void. My website has been around, off and on, for the better part of a decade. Screaming into a crowd of people who couldn’t give two shits is an old hat for me.

But, I will make you a number of promises first.

To begin, I wholeheartedly realize that you nor anyone else really cares about what I have to say. This is fine by me. When I first made kelweaver.com, it wasn’t much more than a vehicle of entertainment for my friends and with this incarntation even that lowly standard is being abandoned. Instead, this site shall simply be my Fortress of Solitude - a place in which I store random thoughts and rants of mine, among other works. If my friends, or even you for that matter, take a passing interest in the things I put here, then all the better. I certainly don’t expect anyone to visit here frequently and I most certainly do not expect my few wanderers to actually care.

With that said, let it be known that I do hope to put up a steady stream of entertaining material. My plan is to try and put up something new at least three times a week. So, if you find yourself insanely bored at your place of employment, feel free to visit here and waste of a few minutes of your life.

This is not a blog. While this particular section of the site may contain all the typical characteristics of one of these so called “blogs” - such as consistent updates from myself, abilities to leave comments, etc. - any reference to it as such is strictly forbidden. Blog is one of those idiotic internet buzz words that just makes you cringe when it is uttered. Instead, if you must give this portion a name, this section of kelweaver.com shall be known as the blag.

I will not talk politics on here. The last version of kelweaver.com was filled with political musing and looking back on it, I found the articles a little stifling. Instead, my friend and I now have a collaborative political blag called Blagnet.net. If you so wish to delve into my political stances, various sources can be found there, though John does a much better job updating than I do.

Comments are extremely welcome. However, you must be signed up for an account to do so. Sorry, but this is just going to be policy here. If you want to comment, I want to know who you are.

Other than those few things, I certainly hope you enjoy your occasional visits to my site. But to be honest, there’s probably a number of more interesting blaggers out there for you to entertain yourself with.