Playing scrabble with you
... is like carving my eyes out with a jagged glass shard. So we must. I haven't been attending my usual writing schedule for a while now, but then again, this site is really a faceless venue for addressing the one other blogging participant. Amazing wonder indeed. Everyone knows that blogging is the new national past time, yet apathy seems to rule.
For example, the interesting content exists here: I saw a UFO (by its true definition) when I was in Rochester last weekend. It wasn't a satellite, no, but it had the traditional strobe beacons. It flew at maximum heights as well. Why is it unidentified by me? Becuase it went from the high sky above to the horizon in roughly 10 seconds. Is that possible? Not by my calculations; the ones I performed later at an undisclosed location. I'm glad you agree that I did in fact do the calculations. After seeing it I thought aloud, "But who cares?" Probably just a small part of the large scheme that will eventually do me in.
My recent activities have led to a mountain of questions with no real answers. I just have to become okay with there being a lack of absolutes. And I will, don't you worry. These activities are tangible to the mind:
*went to CKY concert - lots of skater wannabe types shoving, didn't like that, show was good
*went to a comedy show - mostly sucked
*stared at self in mirror - found out that my left arm automatically approaches my nipple for inappropriate touching (learned things, +2)
*almost finished with that cult presentation, but lost my way... will soon finish
Within tangible things, some less tangible issues have come forth. If I only possessed the energy channeler now, you'd see then. I gotta make a list or something because I can't find safe organization within the chaos. That's one of the absolutes I spoke of previously, and there's something to it. I always complain about structured little line items in my mind and life, but without them functioning is different and cluttered at best. My lists, however, always end up coming out real strange though as if to taunt me, no matter how serious I am. I'll get on it, shit.
For example, the interesting content exists here: I saw a UFO (by its true definition) when I was in Rochester last weekend. It wasn't a satellite, no, but it had the traditional strobe beacons. It flew at maximum heights as well. Why is it unidentified by me? Becuase it went from the high sky above to the horizon in roughly 10 seconds. Is that possible? Not by my calculations; the ones I performed later at an undisclosed location. I'm glad you agree that I did in fact do the calculations. After seeing it I thought aloud, "But who cares?" Probably just a small part of the large scheme that will eventually do me in.
My recent activities have led to a mountain of questions with no real answers. I just have to become okay with there being a lack of absolutes. And I will, don't you worry. These activities are tangible to the mind:
*went to CKY concert - lots of skater wannabe types shoving, didn't like that, show was good
*went to a comedy show - mostly sucked
*stared at self in mirror - found out that my left arm automatically approaches my nipple for inappropriate touching (learned things, +2)
*almost finished with that cult presentation, but lost my way... will soon finish
Within tangible things, some less tangible issues have come forth. If I only possessed the energy channeler now, you'd see then. I gotta make a list or something because I can't find safe organization within the chaos. That's one of the absolutes I spoke of previously, and there's something to it. I always complain about structured little line items in my mind and life, but without them functioning is different and cluttered at best. My lists, however, always end up coming out real strange though as if to taunt me, no matter how serious I am. I'll get on it, shit.
posted by fiestawizard at 7:18 PM
1 Comments:
hey, at least you're not getting intractable diarrhea caused by the mtv show "cheyenne," like i am. her voice is like swallowing your own vomit, yet her face is like the best stridex commercial ever.
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