So, I just put up the play I wrote. The Winds of Time Wound All. As I recall, I wrote this while Kiiip was studying one time just as a thing to do to kill time. Then gave it to him, only to find it had been put up on Contains2 without me even knowing. That’s how I accidentally became a playwright. And now I’ve brought it back to life here. Shakespeare is quaking in his fluffy hot pink boots now because he knows I’ll be stealing his thunder.
It would be awesome to see this play actually performed just because the bulk of it would be the character Bill awkwardly waiting for five minutes to get hit by a train. I doubt any other play has ever done that.
Haiku!
Don’t expect no wounds
’cause the winds of time wound all.
And that includes you.
Why is it spelled “playwright?” Shouldn’t it be “playwrite” if not “playwriter” or even more logically “play writer”? Language, man. It’s weird.
I guess it is worth mentioning that I made it to payday without running out of food. On the weekend my mother made a turkey dinner and I took home some leftovers which lasted for two days after that. And I also ended up buying a pizza with credit that I shouldn’t be spending. And today I got groceries and I am only, practically, out of money again instead of actually out of money again.
Haiku!
Deliver the mail
and you will be my best friend.
I’m quite pro-Mail Man.
I did not realize how much I liked mail men. Go figure.
Anyway, in a continuation of my thoughts from last week, it is still Winter here. We’ve been getting snow regularly enough that there are actual snowbanks as tall as me, which was the exact sort of thing I remembered from my youth that I knew we weren’t getting as much of lately. While it is somewhat reassuring to have things “back to normal” after several years of Barely-Winters, I still prefer the Barely-Winters because they’re easier to get through. Heaven help me if I ever actually have to go through a Heavy-Winter. When I got home from work last night my street was blocked off so that what seemed to be an army of plows could get rid of all the snow built up. It’s nice to be on an important street instead of some rural one who is lucky to see a plow.
But in spite of the Winter, I was awakened early today by sweltering heat in my apartment as the sun beat down on my windows. I was all dehydrated. Sigh. I can’t wait until I’m old enough that I can complain constantly about the temperature without feeling like I’m too young to be doing so.
Today I had a box of cereal and a carton of milk that both became empty at the same time! That almost never happens! Now I don’t have to go buy more milk or more cereal to use up the rest of whatever remains! Hooray!
Haiku!
Man lands on the sun.
He says “I guess they were wrong”
and gets shark attacked.
I’d be complaining about cleaning thousands of spam comments again this week, but I’m getting as sick of seeing myself write about that as I am about seeing me complain about work. So I won’t. And anyway, I have to go to work now. Which sucks.
Today saw Kiiip and I joining forces for the first time in months to watch the movie True Grit. It was a solid flick. Somewhat less quirky and ambiguous than typical your Coen Brothers affair, but not without its charms. I am underselling it, I think. It’s really good. Certainly I liked last year’s A Serious Man better, but those brothers have yet to disappoint me. If anybody out there is thinking “I want to see a good Western” they have one they can go to. I’ve not seen the original attempt at making a movie of True Grit, so I can’t compare, but I’ll give this one like Four and a Half Pieces of PDR’s Reviewing System Cake.
Haiku!
Powerful hamster,
why do you do this to me?
Please just let me go.
And finally, the spammers are hitting my site harder than ever this week. Over 600 comments over the last two days alone and it still seems like any time I check there are more to go. Probably even as I write this very sentence the spam robots are hard at work creating bizarre compliments that they think will trick me into going to their sites. I will not be fooled! But I will have to delete a bunch of spams.
Haha! I just checked and here is the comment the robots have just added to this Monday’s comics post:
“I want to thank you for the efforts you have put in writing this post. I am hoping the same top-quality article from you in the upcoming as well. In fact your creative writing abilities has inspired me to start my own blog now. Truly the blogging is spreading its wings rapidly. Your write up is a fine example of it. “
Could they lay it on thicker? Geez.
I’ve awakened from a dream involving me and several other people I don’t think really exist going on a rescue mission to some island. I had to keep the crew in line by shooting them in the face with a pellet gun, though this left the pilot with a smoldering hatred of me, so when it came time to clean the roadkill off the plane so we could take off again he made sure I was forced to do it. It may seem strange that we had roadkill on the plane, but we actually did spend more time driving it on the ground than flying. Also I apparently smoked in the dream, but the pilot rigged up the cigarette lighter on the plane so it melted my cigarettes. Also one of the rescue team was a lesbian and the pilot made no less than three jokes about dropping her off at the isle of Lesbos. Also, for a rescue mission, I don’t remember actually rescuing anyone.
I consider this a strange dream that I had.
Haiku!
Namor watched the sky.
Somewhere up there was a blimp.
He plans to punch it.
Speaking of flying, if I ever happen to fall into a vat of cream of wheat and end up with Superman-style flying powers, I would find some long rigid wires and attach them to my shoulders pointing straight up. That way, when I fly, it will look like I’m on strings. I believe in messing with people.
