One More Thing...

...you know what this is, this livejournal thing? For me, anyway, it's all those essays I used to write in High School and college, on topics of my choosing. And no teacher. The band "Jet" sounds like lots of other bands out there right now but specifically the sound like The Strokes and The Rolling Stones all got mashed together in a horrible bus accident and out walked one single band, named Jet. Not that I'm complaining.I hate mayo. Everyone should.

One Of These Days...

...one of these daaaayyss!...I'm going to post a play-by-play of every boring, mincy little thing I do at work. Every moment, every task, every phone call, every time my ass leaves my seat, you will know why.And still, AND STILL! You cannot feel my pain! You cannot possibly know--! Which, admittedly, is good for you. Actually, I think I'm bluffing. That would take too long. Maybe on one day in the far-flung future when I have a spare moment on a weekend I'll sit and make up a day at work from memory. Knowing my memory, however, this project may come to involve conversations that never existed and liberal mention of dinosaurs and laser guns. And dinosaurs WITH laser guns, which is different, boy howdy, is it ever. This has been said a lot, I know, but the people who sit next to me watch the five o'clock news, which, because of the proximity of sound, means that I also watch the five o'clock news. What does the news consist of? Death. Kidnapping. Fire. Crime. Sports and weather. And fuck all else. Now I know, I know, humans are hard-wired to take an avid interest in the misery and pain of others, but why oh WHY do focus groups, etc., complain about proper escapist entertainment for making people batty? Think about it--parents in probably 85% of households watch this depressing "news" shit, have it on all the time, because it makes them feel "informed" and "adult" and they're too self-concious to admit they watch it for the entertainment value just like their kids play Grand Theft Auto: Vice City for the same goddamn reason, goddamnit. So these kids are around their parents all the time (when they're home), their parents are watching this garbage all the time, and it infests the kid's heads--it gets in there and makes itself comfy and screws around with their senses of the world at large and depresses the FUCK out of everybody, which is basically what it's intended to do.You'll notice by the cavalier flaunting of proper English or any real sense whatsoever that this is a rant. Now back to it.And it's a moot point anyway. Nothing makes people kill besides the people themselves. Someone who kills someone else, who has it in them to do it, is going to do it for any reason whatsoever. They don't need Sylvester Stallone firing an explosive-tipped arrow at a Russian General to inspire them to be violent, a stubbed toe will do just as well, thank you very much. And no, no, silly, it has nothing whatever to do with the fact that parents are more often than not absentee, that parents more often than not are emotionally children themselves, who should never have had kids in the first place. But that's a whole other argument.No, it's not. It's the same argument. People are fucking stupid. They profligate stupidity through their children. We're all fucked.More later. Maybe.

Refinance Your Car Loan For An Optional 4.25% APR, muthafucka.

Everything is funnier with "muthafucka" on the end. Try it. I have a head cold, so back the fuck up. Is that a personal detail? Is that a tender detail of my life? Maybe. But it's affecting my headspace, so I'm writing about it. Because my headspace is where my writing comes from, and my writing is what this livejournal is for. To practice. Head cold or no. And now I ask you this: is there any other kind of cold besides a head cold?My nose is drooling. There is a small brackish pool in my head, and everything is doing the doggy-paddle in it. Occasionally a hearty little thought will lose the battle and float to the bottom, drowned. After too long it floats back up to the top, bobbing uselessly until I notice I need it, but at that point I can't recall what for. I think I'm going to be making multiple updates per day. I can't sit here and keep the window open indefinitely. So QUIT ASKIN'!!Go here. No questions asked.http://www.stripcreator.com/view.php?author=Encomium

It Begins

Because I needed someplace to write at work, that wasn't on this computer here, that is not saved to something as unreliable as this piece of shit I'm typing on now. That's why. No personal details, no bitching, no whining, just musing. Nobody needs to hear the tender details of my life. Myself included.At the moment, my life consists of WORK eighteen hours a day anyway, so there really isn't that much to talk about BESIDES my occasional musings/rants/whateverthefuck.That's all for the moment, I want to see what this looks like as a first posting AND I must return to the daily grind.