It has been way too long since I’ve said anything on here. That makes me a bad person.
Let’s see. Last night we had a pretty spectacular lightning show. It caused some malfunctions at work that made me at least an hour later than I would have been. but I had a ride home, so it all kinda works out. Plus, I like lightning.
Something big and political happened in Canada this week, but I totally don’t know what it was.
Haiku!
Thunder breaks your soul!
The searing heat makes you die!
This is God’s Lightning.
I have every intention of writing again soon. Maybe even drawing. I’ve had that intention lots of times, but I’m hoping this time it all works out correctly.
I do intend to get some new writing done, but I brought back a Contains2 article today because the subject matter, traveling has been on my mind of late. I wish I could do some, but I’m not. It makes me sad. I also wants to quit my job. But I’m not. It makes me sad. I’m sad.
I’ve taken to looking at want ads in the paper and on the Internets. None of the jobs appeal to me. Looking up the various charities in the city I see very few jobs that I am qualified for (ie. I don’t have the degrees and stuff), would want to do (ie. I’d have to talk to people and crap) or are in the city (apparently Montreal is in desperate need of people working with charities, though). Looking at jobs that aren’t with charities, I just get depressed about this world we have going on.
I’ve been very mopey this last while. It’s all really pathetic.
I’ll think of something tomorrow.
I find myself in the exact same state I was last time. Treading water. Stagnating. It sucks. I’ve wanted to quit my job for, what, four and a half years? And I just don’t have the balls to do it. I remember when I used to go through jobs every couple months. I liked that better. I’ve taken to buying lottery ticks every couple weeks. I know it’s slim hope for freedom, but it is some hope that I could free myself from the “system”. I can say I would be a kickass multi-millionaire, though. I’ve totally mapped out what I would do with the money and I think it’s all pretty good. Certainly better than what I’m doing now.
What I really need to do is some writing. It’s been way too long. Perhaps I should just sit down tomorrow and pump out some piece of nonsense like I used to. For now:
Haiku!
Planet Mercury!
It goes around the sun fast.
It is such a chump.
The Contains2 server is still not working. I’m at a loss. I’d like to have it all moved over to the same server I use for this one but I’m completely ignorant of how to do it. They really need to make some changes to how the Internet works.
Finally your horoscope for today: Beware of good things. They may be bad things in disguise. Accept bad things, because they’re probably actually good things. Also, go check your mail. I sent you a bomb. It’s totally going to be a bad thing.
So… The next Star Wars game sounds like it could be fun. But I’d have to get a “next generation” console to play it (or shouldn’t it be a “current generation” console now?). The game is called Star Wars: The Force Unleashed, which is of course SW:TFU for short. TFU also stands for The Fuckest Uppest as the show Spaced has taught me. Thus, I am amused.
What’s big and red and has no nose? I don’t know. A big car? A red star? Russia on some maps? Lot’s of stuff. Who cares?
I’ve finally got myself an idea for the next thing I’ll be writing all worked out. Now just to get past my self-induced weariness and get to work. Then you’ll all pay.
On the cab ride home last night, the driver asked me about my accent. He said I sound “almost Southern”, which I assume means Southern American. Now, combine this with the times I mentioned a few days ago and I have to assume one of three things:
- I talks damn funny and everyone hears it and thinks I’m some foreign freak.
- I, as an independant nation, am developing an accent all my own.
- This cab driver religiously reads this website, saw my previous post and wanted to mess with me.
Of those, #2 is my favorite option. Heck, even #3 would be cool because it implies that someone actually reads this website. But most likely #1 is at fauly. I curse the Aztec god of vocalization for this. I think his name was Talkzectotl.
In other news, there was an article about police using tasers against people and a couple people have died or whatever. The most important part came when a professor from the University of Miami was asked her opinion. She said “The issue of police brutality is simply wrong. That’s not to say it can’t occur, but when police are confronted by someone exhibiting superhuman strength like a Hulk Hogan… what can they do?”
It pleases me greatly to see that scholars recognize Hulk Hogan’s superhuman strength. And they say there’s no good news.
My next post will be another offering from the defunct Ape Slave Training Manual. A prose piece starring a character who would have turned up in prose pieces every few issues, if the thing had not been cancelled before half of it was completed.
