Yeah, that's me.
Oh well. At least that's not the title of the blog!
Peco's been cool, they deserve that extra fifty...
Sunday
Uh.
Well, Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie just announced their engagement. They did after I posted a note about, "Brad and his future wife". Maybe I was onto something a few days ago, when I wrote what I wrote. Onto Something Else, I mean, of course. Totally, it was an amazing high, something I've never experienced before. I wrote and wrote, wrote at work, wrote here when I got home. I couldn't stop, either. It all had to come out, what I had to write, it was unavoidable. I look back over my notes now and chuckle, a little embarrassed even at myself, but that doesn't matter, because my mind was in a place that it belongs, and I have to go through such great lengths to get mt mind there, where I think it belongs...but other people are born lucky, I suppose.
Stoli vodka has become my favorite. It mixes well with citrus.
I need to be in that place again, because what unlocked, it was something else, and I have so much more to let out. To release. So much I need to let out. Is it all there because it's fresh and intuitive? No, humanity has been around too long for any original ideas. But, maybe somebody out there will like what I have to say, will be inspired by it. So what I have to think, to say, needs to be released, in case somebody is waiting to hear it. Maybe that was Hitler's reasoning, though...well, philosophy is just that, a stick in the mud. I don't even know if this analogy makes sense. But...interpret a stick in the mud as you will, maybe it's always been there, maybe somebody came along and made it that way...and that's the basic dichotomy behind philosophical existentialism, isn't it?
Sometimes, I realize, I drink, because it shuts up the little voices in my head that keep thoughts and music on a repetitive loop, and not always a desirable loop, mind you--and sometimes you want those things out. But, I've never engage in such a dialogue before! As the one I was engaged in last week, that is. I guess I just need more of whatever I was smoking? Ha.
This week, I'll limit my thoughts:
1. I'm going to create a symbol, a backwards five with a period (dot) in the inside of the rounded bit. This symbol stands for, "Sometimes, but not Always." As in, "The amount of donuts I have has a direct effect, Sometimes, but not Always, on how happy I am." Imagine I'm Dmitri Martin for a second, and it's a laugh. Actually, I'm not a huge fan of donuts, but that's the example that's sat with me all day, and when I imagine the visual aid it's pretty funny. I wonder if this symbol has been invented already? If not, I call dibs.
2. Larry the Fable Guy. He was touring somewhere in the South or Midwest and some body got the marquee wrong. The crowd showed up expecting fables, and that's what they got.
What kind of fables would Larry the Fable Guy tell?
Truth be told, I meant to write both of these ideas down earlier, when I was at work, but I didn't. Got them there now, though. I'll write them down eventually. As always, it's Something Else I'll Change Later.
Stoli vodka has become my favorite. It mixes well with citrus.
I need to be in that place again, because what unlocked, it was something else, and I have so much more to let out. To release. So much I need to let out. Is it all there because it's fresh and intuitive? No, humanity has been around too long for any original ideas. But, maybe somebody out there will like what I have to say, will be inspired by it. So what I have to think, to say, needs to be released, in case somebody is waiting to hear it. Maybe that was Hitler's reasoning, though...well, philosophy is just that, a stick in the mud. I don't even know if this analogy makes sense. But...interpret a stick in the mud as you will, maybe it's always been there, maybe somebody came along and made it that way...and that's the basic dichotomy behind philosophical existentialism, isn't it?
Sometimes, I realize, I drink, because it shuts up the little voices in my head that keep thoughts and music on a repetitive loop, and not always a desirable loop, mind you--and sometimes you want those things out. But, I've never engage in such a dialogue before! As the one I was engaged in last week, that is. I guess I just need more of whatever I was smoking? Ha.
This week, I'll limit my thoughts:
1. I'm going to create a symbol, a backwards five with a period (dot) in the inside of the rounded bit. This symbol stands for, "Sometimes, but not Always." As in, "The amount of donuts I have has a direct effect, Sometimes, but not Always, on how happy I am." Imagine I'm Dmitri Martin for a second, and it's a laugh. Actually, I'm not a huge fan of donuts, but that's the example that's sat with me all day, and when I imagine the visual aid it's pretty funny. I wonder if this symbol has been invented already? If not, I call dibs.
2. Larry the Fable Guy. He was touring somewhere in the South or Midwest and some body got the marquee wrong. The crowd showed up expecting fables, and that's what they got.
What kind of fables would Larry the Fable Guy tell?
Truth be told, I meant to write both of these ideas down earlier, when I was at work, but I didn't. Got them there now, though. I'll write them down eventually. As always, it's Something Else I'll Change Later.
Monday
Two Days Later
Wow. Just read over the last post. If you figure out who Brad and his wife are, let me know.
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