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Almost there

I’m in the home stretch for December. Just over a week to go. So far there have been only minor flare ups. Paranoia. Almost tore into someone at work the other day. Had to drive in an insane snowstorm early in the morning and then work with insane lawyers. Not the time to get on my case about anything.

Whack keeps getting delayed. New estimate puts it at the 27th. We’ll see if they come up with some new excuse.

Discovered the Wii sensor bar can be replaced with two candles. Now I play Zelda by candlelight.

Considering a new project, if only to let my mind play with something else for a while. Sometimes I need to go through the motions of a project to get it out of the way to do other things. Sometimes I end up with a story or a board game.

Strange Day

It’s 10:30 PM and it is still light outside. The sky is a backlit grey, like an overcast afternoon. I’m supposed to be in bed by now, but I don’t feel like it is night time. And there’s a constant rumbling sound shaking the apartment. I can’t tell where it is coming from. It’s like a massive subwoofer somewhere nearby.

My New Band Name

Today I received a spam entitled “Decomposable Blot.”

That’s awesome.

December

December is usually horrible, the worst part of my personal seasons. Apparently I have survived it all before, so I guess there’s hope. I’ve already begun to suspect my friends of dark betrayal. I lost Tuesday last week as well as one of my favorite shirts. Just vanished. I tried to work out the scenario of someone sneaking into my house and going after one shirt. Who knows how long it has been gone? Tuesday’s even trickier. On Tuesday it was Wednesday for everyone else, so I just rolled with it. I bought one of those special pill holders with the days of the week to help me remember. I have a job now, so I need to be there each day except for the “S” days.

December sucks.

Shirt

Hooray, my shirt came back this morning! I was almost ready to buy a new one. Now if all my other towels come back too, I will be quite pleased.

SASE

When I was a child I would send away for fabulous free things advertised in the back of comic books. The ads simply required the sender to include a self-addressed stamped envelope. I thought to myself, “Well, I addressed this envelope myself without anyone else’s help and I put a stamp on it, so it should be fine.” I never got anything back in the mail.

I was also certain that the phrase “in the long run” referred to an end of the world event, similar to the rapture. I was concerned that I wouldn’t be able to keep up with the other runners and wondered what might happen if I needed to stop for a minute to have a drink.

The Fountain

I feel like I’ve just had a spiritual experience where information was communicated to me at a root level, data I have only begun to process. It’s as though Aronofsky understood my wordless inner dialogues and somehow translated them into cinematic language. The Fountain is a wonderful piece of art that is too beautiful to be called a film.

Outside the theater everything seemed quiet and desaturated. I moved through the supermarket, ghostlike, wanting to have a conversation with anyone at all or just sit down in the middle of the produce section and cry because some part of my spirit that doesn’t know English was trying to tell me something.

1. The Fountain

2. Brick
3. Inside Man
4. Day Watch
5. Night Watch
6. Howl’s Moving Castle
7. The Departed
8. Crash
9. Uzumaki
10. Tenacious D in the Pick of Destiny

New Old Job

I came to the point where I was trying to rapidly weave new segments onto the end of my rope as the anchor unspooled it in swift snakelike coils over the edge of the ship. Might be mixing metaphors there, but suffice to say the situation was dire. I sent out a flare and was instantly rescued by a passing ship.

In other words, I got a part time job at Attorney Locate, where I worked about five years ago. They offered me enough to cover most of my bills. So far it seems like the right choice. Everything fell into place just as it has for the past several years.

Each time I think “This will be the situation where magical thinking fails and my bizarre theories about the universe will be dismantled.” But I am wrong every time.

Wrong Number

Every once in a while, I will get a wrong number call on my cell. Today I got three. Three different people called throughout the day, each asking for a different person: Lisa, Simon, and some other name. My phone is the Nexus of Almost Right.

Martial Law + Detention Centers

Read this article: LINK

Here is my conjecture: Bush is now in a position to arbitrarily use the military to round up dissenters and send them off to internment camps which already exist or are being built now. And what would cause such massive dissent as to warrant such military intervention? A nuclear strike against Iran and/or North Korea.

Is Jericho just a television show or an experiment to gauge public reaction to such an event?