Insanity is for the Sane

Lying on my couch, headphones equipped, listening to the new Mogwai album "Hardcore will never die, but you will" I started thinking about life and death and being hardcore. Don't know why my mind went that way, but I guess the universe works in mysterious ways.

 

So there I was, wrestling with the greatest and most complex question ever... Am I hardcore? And if so, will I live forever? Sure, it would be awesome being an immortal ala Highlander (bad scottish accent included) and it would be cool to see the eventual fall of Apple computers in 2117 (let's hope I'm wrong and it's next week sometime) but it would also be a sad and lonely existence... 

 

And because I started to feel sad and lonely when thinking about it, I came to the conclusion that clearly I am not hardcore... Hardcore people don't feel sad and lonely, they feel... well... I don't know what Hardcore people feel... 

 

So now 100% certain that I am not hardcore and that I will die, I relaxed, closed my eyes and smiled...

 

And yes, I am Lionel Ritchie...