just some quiet time by the fire with pointy sticks...
that's what I'm dreaming of.
but it's summer, which means chores and activities every minute of every day. going to work is when i get to relax. this weekend was no exception. b. worked very late on friday. so, i had the evening to myself. self, said i in the middle of a row (probably the socks i'm working on for mom) - let's go DO something in the other room. in fact, it's going to be move big heavy stuff around night. and it was. saturday was yardwork, painty stuff, throwing things away, and sunday was more of the same, throwing in "decomissioning the rock pile". what a pain in the ass, it looks so benign, rocks, on the ground, in a place where there should be something more stable so someone won't launch themself into the concrete stairwell to the basement. it took forever to get all those damned rocks out.
in any case. i'm boring, but the house is looking better!!!
oh, and i love our ISP. love. love. it's dreamhost.com, and i set up a new blog, soup to nuts, in about 20 minutes. no, i don't have permission to tell yet. i can't even manage to post on this one, let alone another one. but the other one might end up being more motivating.
jeeeeeebus i'm sorry this is so boring. i'll come back with a good story or something.
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boring's a state of mind. that's what i tell myself when the meditation's pointless, the dreams are terrifying, and becoming a superhero/ world savior seems so far away that this is a ridiculous waste of time.
it could be more productive to become a member of the ambiguously gay duo than the sort of serious/ tripping over one's clown-sized feet type characters i prefer lately. they're down to earth - in a very and very far-fetched disgusting?-type pun sort of way - and non-pre-possessing, they have nothing to prove (unless the viewer has an agenda), and you know they're having a gay... um... jolly old time. it's too bad the car would get one killed even on the streets of see'attle.
maybe boring's good. maybe being an "animal" (not shedances, mulligan) is the way to go: remove some circuitry, par down to a short breeding season, retain the bipedal thing and technological bent and it could all become so nice - barring other animals and acts of (god) and genocide and such.
back to the nightmares. (they are entertaining in the aftermath; maybe jotting them down will give me back control. how droll.)
Nice to see your soul.
Chump.
Posted by: Anonymous | August 12, 2006 11:06 AM