Monday, May 16, 2005

I've Got A Stick. It May Be Sharp.

I feel as though I adjust to change to easily. As though I over-anticipate the actual change and then seem confused after it already happened. I'll often over-think things days, weeks in advance and then, when the shit actually rolls around, there's not climatic shift. Thre's a slight disorientation - like those first moments of falling over where you hover in the air trying to figure out how in the hell you got yourself into a situation where your face and/or behind is about to meet the ground in a most awkward fashion - and then the next thing I know I've got a set of habits, behaviors that adapt to the new deal. It happens when I get a new job, when someone leaves and I'm not likely to see them again, when I start dating someone new, when someone dies, just a quick hiccup and then there's no sensation of anything new. It reminds me most of smacking your television to get your signal and you end up changing the channel.

All of this gives me a lack of permanance. I always feel like I'm just whirling about, moving, gaining nothing of the static reliability I somehow anticipated life contained. It's a strange thing, given how much I overthink things and how often I'll dwell on the same topic over and over again.

And now I've gotten all pretentious. Sorry, kids, finals week got over for me yesterday (damn you to hell, Saturday Finals) and I have since been trying to decompress all of the stupidity that brings.

In other pointless news: I'm stepping down as morning drive time DJ for the radio station in my end of the world. Moving on to new things and more sleep.


Wednesday, May 04, 2005

A Quick Note for Guilt for Our US Readers

Good old Chritianity. Lettin' those people die.


Nothing But Time and a Fucked Up Mind

Going to the work in the morning means biking or bussing and with "spring" finally here I've been biking more. That said: the bike is currently out of commission until I have time to fix it, which probably won't be for a little while as finals doth loom yonder.
///"Loom," always brings forth images of creepy pale people in black robes with ash-filled skies and gouts of flame in the backround.///
So, without my favorite method of rolling, I'm back on the bus. I'm more than okay with public transportation and everything, so it's no big deal.

Riding the bus is awesome in terms of people watching, in particular the bus stop. My stop is fairly busy, about four other people use it and this is at 5:25 in the morning. One of these people is an middle-aged blue-collar dude. Cooler lunch, mustache, sports team jacket, baseball cap, the whole shebang. Everyday, this guy waits about half a block from the bus stop, under a store's veranda, smoking. When he sees the bus coming he walks over, some times finishing up the smoke and pitching the butt.

I could never really figure out why he didn't smoke over by the bus stop, it's not like it would bother any of us. At least until this morning when he got in line behind me. As he walks over, gets behind me, and starts fumbling for his bus pass, a waft of stickiest passes over me.

Looks like the old guy liked his green and wasn't to keen on being asked to share.


Tuesday, May 03, 2005

Honey, I've Had a Long Day of Ethnic Cleansing

Holy, hot fucking shit! As a nerd who likes to pretend to be cool, I would say that this is one of the most kick ass ideas ever.
"I'm from the future, and I'd like to attend!

We're not sure how you're emailing us from the future, but we'd love to have you! Come as you are! No dress code whatsoever."
Father. Fucking. Brilliant.