My plan backfired. I gave up writing in my blog so that I could focus all of my writing energies on the works that I deemed "important", but instead my creativity trickled down until my Word screen became nothing more than a cracked, barren desert where no words could be found.
So I am back to blogging. My goal is to keep searching, talking aimlessly until I find that underwater spring.
At this point I'd settle for a mirage.
Beyond
I have been pretty good about updating my blog on a regular basis but I apparently bowed out for the weekend.
I bought a new phone and feel incredibly hip and confused about the situation. About one year ago I swore off Windows and became a Mac Guy (Yes, I am a lot of guys and various forms of men) and my computer life has become relatively easy since then.
I have no crashes and no stalls or freezes at all, well, at least in the past year I have not. I cannot predict the future. If I could predict the future I would probably be a day trader, no, that's a lie, I would just find out what the lottery numbers are and make money that way.
I recently bought a Blackberry Pearl. I like it. It is compact, smooth and it makes really neat sounding jingles. It is lightweight and even comes with its own condom, which is a winning quality in external stimulating objects. Are people objects? Lets just say they are.
The only downside with the Pearl is that it is a Windows byproduct I believe. I forgive it, though.
I bought a new phone and feel incredibly hip and confused about the situation. About one year ago I swore off Windows and became a Mac Guy (Yes, I am a lot of guys and various forms of men) and my computer life has become relatively easy since then.
I have no crashes and no stalls or freezes at all, well, at least in the past year I have not. I cannot predict the future. If I could predict the future I would probably be a day trader, no, that's a lie, I would just find out what the lottery numbers are and make money that way.
I recently bought a Blackberry Pearl. I like it. It is compact, smooth and it makes really neat sounding jingles. It is lightweight and even comes with its own condom, which is a winning quality in external stimulating objects. Are people objects? Lets just say they are.
The only downside with the Pearl is that it is a Windows byproduct I believe. I forgive it, though.
23 Years Ago Today I was Naked.
23 Years Ago Today I was Naked
I was a relatively short annoyance as far as labor was concerned. I came out, screaming to high hell and pissing on the doctor, over a month earlier than I was suppose to. I was still six pounds.
Despite that I arrived within the normal scale of a healthy baby the rest of my life has taken a much slower turn. I may have grown fast at the start but soon after my life stalled and overcompensated by allowing my life growth to be slower than average. For this I cannot complain because now, well... now I am The Man.
I am still waiting to hear back from the company in which I have applied for but I am staying optimistic. I don't think that I will enjoy the work but I do believe it is something that I could do with relative ease. The job requires a lot of skills that some people might find difficult but which are second nature to me.
I also interview well. I had to answer numerous questions and tell little stories, most of which I made up days prior and had perfected into a great transferrable skills speech, to a panel of three interviewers. As it turns out I thought I would be nervous but now I worry that I may have come off a little cocky, I love putting on a show, but I did my best to appear more confident in myself than in my ability to talk smoothly.
Like my baby-self I have no problem arriving early, I am punctual, and no problem putting on show, like how I pissed all over the doctor (and my mother when he turned me away from him) seconds after being born.
I believe that these skills I was born with will help me in my future. Also, if I get this job I will be able to buy a new car and get, if I wanted, a two bedroom apartment for just me. I probably won't though. I am in the business of saving as much money as I possibly can, not to spend, but to just have.
Woo hoo for today!
I was a relatively short annoyance as far as labor was concerned. I came out, screaming to high hell and pissing on the doctor, over a month earlier than I was suppose to. I was still six pounds.
Despite that I arrived within the normal scale of a healthy baby the rest of my life has taken a much slower turn. I may have grown fast at the start but soon after my life stalled and overcompensated by allowing my life growth to be slower than average. For this I cannot complain because now, well... now I am The Man.
I am still waiting to hear back from the company in which I have applied for but I am staying optimistic. I don't think that I will enjoy the work but I do believe it is something that I could do with relative ease. The job requires a lot of skills that some people might find difficult but which are second nature to me.
I also interview well. I had to answer numerous questions and tell little stories, most of which I made up days prior and had perfected into a great transferrable skills speech, to a panel of three interviewers. As it turns out I thought I would be nervous but now I worry that I may have come off a little cocky, I love putting on a show, but I did my best to appear more confident in myself than in my ability to talk smoothly.
Like my baby-self I have no problem arriving early, I am punctual, and no problem putting on show, like how I pissed all over the doctor (and my mother when he turned me away from him) seconds after being born.
I believe that these skills I was born with will help me in my future. Also, if I get this job I will be able to buy a new car and get, if I wanted, a two bedroom apartment for just me. I probably won't though. I am in the business of saving as much money as I possibly can, not to spend, but to just have.
Woo hoo for today!
Counter
Counter
I am epiphanized, the sole creator of a world beneath my thoughts.
I am Ovid, the spinner of stories and distributed suggestions. I am one with myself and one with the void.
Tenaciously we approach that which we do not fully understand because in the grand scheme of life we understand nothing. We are smaller versions of thoughts that have already trespassed the paths before us.
We create friends and as time passes we remove or add value to each friendship; life is like the Sims and I have become analytical enough to see the genius in the compatibility of the game. Each positive encounter with someone inspires another and that in turn will reflect upon another. If you mix in a few negatives they will go unhindered, for the most part, because you have already raised your points high enough.
Lets start with a negative. That person is permanently marred and your union will never progress as fast. This life is hollow and untrustworthy.
Pick it apart, see what makes it tick, see what makes it flourish and revel in it's own excitement. We all have the capability but what we really lack is the motivation.
Single serving friends, that expression, that realization says its best.
We are merely knocking heads together, a constant give and take to see what little bits each person can offer the other.
I am on to you.
I am here to counter.
I am epiphanized, the sole creator of a world beneath my thoughts.
I am Ovid, the spinner of stories and distributed suggestions. I am one with myself and one with the void.
Tenaciously we approach that which we do not fully understand because in the grand scheme of life we understand nothing. We are smaller versions of thoughts that have already trespassed the paths before us.
We create friends and as time passes we remove or add value to each friendship; life is like the Sims and I have become analytical enough to see the genius in the compatibility of the game. Each positive encounter with someone inspires another and that in turn will reflect upon another. If you mix in a few negatives they will go unhindered, for the most part, because you have already raised your points high enough.
Lets start with a negative. That person is permanently marred and your union will never progress as fast. This life is hollow and untrustworthy.
Pick it apart, see what makes it tick, see what makes it flourish and revel in it's own excitement. We all have the capability but what we really lack is the motivation.
Single serving friends, that expression, that realization says its best.
We are merely knocking heads together, a constant give and take to see what little bits each person can offer the other.
I am on to you.
I am here to counter.
Centralized
As of this moment I am That Guy, which is something entirely different than The Man.
I am currently at Central Washington University visiting and I feel so very old right now. Usually when I walk around a college campus I feel at home and calm but the fact that I graduated a mere eight or nine months ago changes this feeling completely.
I also saw someone still going to school here that graduated High School with me. She looked right at me and didn't recognize me at all. It is a recurring theme in my life.
Paranoia
I wanted to touch briefly on a fear that I am currently harboring because I think someone needs to get the word out. Lately I have noticed an increase in commercials these last four-five months about preventing wildfires and I think that something sinister is afoot! As the commercials steadily increase I feel more paranoid that a wildfire may happen and that it really will be my fault, because that is what the television is implying.
The government is trying to make the people paranoid. A few months down the road, maybe a year, I think that the government is going to set a massive fire somewhere in the States and then blame it on us, the quiet TV watching people of America, and we will believe them because all of the wildfire commercials would have made us skittish.
I am on to you Mr. Government. Bring on your "Accidental Wildfire" and then later blame it on us with the excuse, "Well, we've been warning you all with the fire ads on TV but you just didn't listen. Time to raise taxes and make prostitution legal in most states - the profits of which will go to supporting any and all wars."
I am currently at Central Washington University visiting and I feel so very old right now. Usually when I walk around a college campus I feel at home and calm but the fact that I graduated a mere eight or nine months ago changes this feeling completely.
I also saw someone still going to school here that graduated High School with me. She looked right at me and didn't recognize me at all. It is a recurring theme in my life.
Paranoia
I wanted to touch briefly on a fear that I am currently harboring because I think someone needs to get the word out. Lately I have noticed an increase in commercials these last four-five months about preventing wildfires and I think that something sinister is afoot! As the commercials steadily increase I feel more paranoid that a wildfire may happen and that it really will be my fault, because that is what the television is implying.
The government is trying to make the people paranoid. A few months down the road, maybe a year, I think that the government is going to set a massive fire somewhere in the States and then blame it on us, the quiet TV watching people of America, and we will believe them because all of the wildfire commercials would have made us skittish.
I am on to you Mr. Government. Bring on your "Accidental Wildfire" and then later blame it on us with the excuse, "Well, we've been warning you all with the fire ads on TV but you just didn't listen. Time to raise taxes and make prostitution legal in most states - the profits of which will go to supporting any and all wars."
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