Fist raised in fury, The Sugue doth reign,
Computer before him, his homework not slain.
Procrastination his ally and closest friend,
His wasting time shall never end!
Darkened skin and blackened heart,
A stereotype, he plays the part.
He's not that fast, he's not that strong,
But he'll whoop your rear in a game o Pong!
He may not know ions, but he knows his games;
When it comes to a controller he more than maims.
His grammar is without compare,
The posting king, a background nightmare.
His following is greater than you'd think,
Into his faction you just might sink!
Yet he stays aloof, when he can
For that's David Sugue, a gamin' man.
But those years of gaming have taken their toll,
So worldly annihilation is now his goal.
But who can blame him? Is he not right?
You can't help but urge him in his plight!
Thus is The Sugue, dark, dreary, and sad
(He's really a romantic and not half that bad!)
Well there you are, don't ask me why,
I had to do it, by and by.
It's not all that great, but is anything?
"Ode to the Sugue" does have a ring.
Perhaps another? More to come?
Or maybe I've had a bit too much rum.
You want a rhyme? You merely request,
I'll make you one at your behest!
Or maybe you should pay so that I'll not!
No one should be forced to read this rot!
I don't really know enough to write,
But I used what I had, and made what I might.
It's hard to know a person well,
So I used what I knew, who else can tell?
Inaccurate? Flawed? Yes and more!
But really, don't we all need some lore?
Thus ends rhyme week, and it's about time,
I bet you're all tired of rhyme after rhyme!
But there will be more, certainly soon,
What else can you expect from this ole loon?
Saturday, January 31
Thursday, January 29
More than one test, Means little rest
Tests aplenty, that's what I've got,
Some "scholarly flu" I must have caught.
3 tests tomorrow, all not fun,
Work aplenty, almost a tun.
Really, I need to get to work,
I cannot rhyme or online lurk.
But studying is such a drag!
My brain hurts so, my eyelids sag.
I try to focus, keep it in,
But then I must must re-read again!
Absorb, absorb, at least for now,
But retain, retain, I don't know how!
I'll forget it soon, what use could it be?
I don't know how it can help me!
Yet still I grind and read and speak,
My memory I always tweak.
It's only needed for just one day,
Then burn it all, that's what I say!
After the test, the threat is past,
But still the deadline's coming oh so fast.
I'll relearn it at final's time,
But I still need to end this rhyme.
So I'll leave you with this advice:
Do what you want, and just play nice.
Some "scholarly flu" I must have caught.
3 tests tomorrow, all not fun,
Work aplenty, almost a tun.
Really, I need to get to work,
I cannot rhyme or online lurk.
But studying is such a drag!
My brain hurts so, my eyelids sag.
I try to focus, keep it in,
But then I must must re-read again!
Absorb, absorb, at least for now,
But retain, retain, I don't know how!
I'll forget it soon, what use could it be?
I don't know how it can help me!
Yet still I grind and read and speak,
My memory I always tweak.
It's only needed for just one day,
Then burn it all, that's what I say!
After the test, the threat is past,
But still the deadline's coming oh so fast.
I'll relearn it at final's time,
But I still need to end this rhyme.
So I'll leave you with this advice:
Do what you want, and just play nice.
Tuesday, January 27
Another Day, Same Old Play
Yet another day has gone away,
The same as the last, many would say.
Nothing was new, it was all the same
Like taking a turn in the same old game.
I'd like something new, on which to think,
Instead of my own thoughts into which I sink.
But my own thoughts I use, and they shall have to suffice
For using someone else's just wouldn't be nice!
I'd like to form something, maybe a club
Something entertaining, a board game hub!
Or perhaps discussions to entertain the mind,
Neither's done enough is what I oft find.
But all that needs work, which is what I won't do
So I'll do something else to amuse me (and you!)
I'll create a story, both foolish and mad
An epic adventure, one oh so bad!
It won't be written well, nor will it be great
But it'll be better than nothing, sure not to sedate.
How will I find time? I really don't know,
It's better than History (but nothing's that low).
But I need to work, so that's all for this rhyme
Farewell and stay happy, until the next time!
The same as the last, many would say.
Nothing was new, it was all the same
Like taking a turn in the same old game.
I'd like something new, on which to think,
Instead of my own thoughts into which I sink.
But my own thoughts I use, and they shall have to suffice
For using someone else's just wouldn't be nice!
I'd like to form something, maybe a club
Something entertaining, a board game hub!
Or perhaps discussions to entertain the mind,
Neither's done enough is what I oft find.
But all that needs work, which is what I won't do
So I'll do something else to amuse me (and you!)
I'll create a story, both foolish and mad
An epic adventure, one oh so bad!
It won't be written well, nor will it be great
But it'll be better than nothing, sure not to sedate.
How will I find time? I really don't know,
It's better than History (but nothing's that low).
But I need to work, so that's all for this rhyme
Farewell and stay happy, until the next time!
Sunday, January 25
Riddle #10
Most places you go you’ll find this all around,
There’s rarely a place where this isn’t found.
This you can’t surf, yet you can feel through the ground;
It can have overwhelming force, but does not weigh a pound.
It’s quite integral for us to maintain,
If it ever stopped, it’d become hard to explain.
A device for great beauty, yet also for pain
Grand like an explosion or sweet as falling rain.
It drives some into madness, but pulls some from the brink,
It’s found quite annoying when we need to think.
Yet without it around, into loneliness you shall sink;
So what is this connection? What is this grand link?
Well that's this week's riddle, I do hope you enjoy;
You can also rhyme too, for that's this week's ploy.
I'll be rhyming in entries, some on IMs too
It'll drive you insane before this week's all through.
(They rhymes won't all be perfect, most won't even be nice;
But at least I'm trying and rolling those dice!)
So just for now, follow the plan I've laid out
Laugh, post, participate, stand up and shout!
Just don't remain concealed in the shadows so dark,
Because if you do, this thing becomes stark.
If you don't want to try, I do understand,
I'll go it alone, with just myself to command!
I've given you options, take them if you will,
(The services are free, there's really no bill).
So until next time when I rhyme some more
Join in yourself, don't let this be a bore!
There’s rarely a place where this isn’t found.
This you can’t surf, yet you can feel through the ground;
It can have overwhelming force, but does not weigh a pound.
It’s quite integral for us to maintain,
If it ever stopped, it’d become hard to explain.
A device for great beauty, yet also for pain
Grand like an explosion or sweet as falling rain.
It drives some into madness, but pulls some from the brink,
It’s found quite annoying when we need to think.
Yet without it around, into loneliness you shall sink;
So what is this connection? What is this grand link?
Well that's this week's riddle, I do hope you enjoy;
You can also rhyme too, for that's this week's ploy.
I'll be rhyming in entries, some on IMs too
It'll drive you insane before this week's all through.
(They rhymes won't all be perfect, most won't even be nice;
But at least I'm trying and rolling those dice!)
So just for now, follow the plan I've laid out
Laugh, post, participate, stand up and shout!
Just don't remain concealed in the shadows so dark,
Because if you do, this thing becomes stark.
If you don't want to try, I do understand,
I'll go it alone, with just myself to command!
I've given you options, take them if you will,
(The services are free, there's really no bill).
So until next time when I rhyme some more
Join in yourself, don't let this be a bore!
Friday, January 23
The State of the Blog Address, or "Not Gone, But Forgotten"
Well, well, well. Contrary to the title, I'm not gone, forgotten, or even thirsty at this very moment. (Now, it could be argued that to be forgotten is to be ultimately gone, and if not forgotten, you can't be gone, and that I am gone, forgotten, and thirsty if you put things in a certain philosophical context. However, seeing as how the last time I brought up anything remotely relevant to the real state of affairs in this crazy, mixed up little planet of ours, my wonderful comment system went down and was replaced by some imitating hack. So, as a favor to everyone involved, suffice it to say that the italicized text should be forgotten, ignored, and probably annihilated from all memory. Hopefully that makes no sense to you, because I shudder to think of the problems arising from that.)
First (or second) off, I'd like to apologize for the sporadic nature of my posts. I know some of you obtain some inkling of temporary entertainment from them, or at least waste some of your oh so abundant spare time trying to ponder how exactly someone in my state of mind can tie his shoes, much less form coherent sentences. Ok, so maybe that sentences part isn't the best example. Anyway, I could give you a few excuses, most of which would be nonsense. Not that there's anything wrong with complete and utter nonsense, but I wouldn't want to dilute the sheer magnitude of the real reasons. One, on any given night I most likely have homework in at least 4 of my five classes. This is in direct violation of last semester when I could put off my masses of chemistry til the weekend (and I had accounting then, no homework how I miss thee!). Another is that I seem to have developed an unfortunate tendency to almost immediately become very tired when I open an English or History text. It's not even that unpleasant, just the volume of all the work to be done(not that it's all that much, I just don't look forward to it) weighs down so heavily, I don't have enough mental stamina to bear it. So what do I do? I do what any other self-disrespecting slacker would. I take a nap. Now, I unfortunately lack the ability to fall asleep as soon as I try, but at least I can give my mind the impression that it's resting (Yes, I trick my mind quite frequently; it really is a silly little thing). So that's what I've been doing most of the past week. Exciting, isn't it? If you're as enthralled as I am in this bland little debacle of existence as I am, you're probably considering a nap yourself. (Or you could join my next crazy attempt to entertain myself which will be mentioned shortly).
Now, instead of writing a ramble/rant about whatever random insignificant events I deem worthy of using more of my time on, I'll tell you of my plans for the future and how you, the eager, energetic, and active reader, can participate. As you and I well know, I've been doing a riddle many weeks since I started this thing. Well, for whatever reason (be they inconsistentcy, difficulty, Derek's domination, elf sympathizers bent on stopping any interest in activities contrary to their free verse world, the colors, intimidating and verbose blocks of intimidating mindless drivel, or you've just got something better to do), interest has obviously declined. I wrote a riddle two weeks ago and not one person answered it. Now, I'd assume at least three people still check this thing on a semi-regular basis (as evident from the comments and the occasional "Dylan you lazy, good-for-nothing, slight-eccentric, bum I need to waste more time reading nonsense, so get to work!"). This leads me to believe you either don't check regularly enough to see them in between enormous blocks of ramblings, or find them boring, too challenging, too easy, too flawed, or no point if you can't win.
It's fine with me if that's the case. I'd just like some imput. So, over different parts of the next two weeks I'll have "Viewer Appreciation" entries and activities to figure out how many poor lost souls are still reading this thing out in that uncomprehendable void I like to call "not me." Therefore, I've decided to try a few ideas:
1. One is for another continuing story. Now, it would be formatted differently from the last one in a few key ways. My idea is to create another blog (Yes, you can do that) and invite others to post directly to it instead of just commenting(Yes, you can do that too). Instead of randomly letting anyone respond, only the initial set of people responding in an interesting fashion would be able to participate (if late comers arrive I can create yet another; I know I've got the time to waste). The new story would use a prompt I set up, then move on however you want. The people that get let in to each story (by responding in email or comment form to this post within a week) will then be assigned a random order. This order will remain in existence until the end of the blog. Instead of randomly posting, each person would post after the person before them did. You wouldn't be allowed to post at any other time and you must wait until the person before you either posts or drops out (for instance Salli, Bettey, and The Sugue sign up. Sally posts, then Bettey, then The Sugue, then Sally. Even if it takes Bettey a week, The Sugue can't post until she does.) Other than that, no rule for post length, post content, etc. It'd be nice for it to be coherent, but if it's not, it'll still be fun. So email/comment if you're remotely interested and want to join, give suggestions (for format and substance), and to ask for tax refunds and parking validations. If I even get just one person to participate I'll do it, but please only sign up if you can post at least once or twice a week.
2. Second, next week will be Rhyme Week. This means all my posts and comments (and possibly IMs, if you request it) will be rhymed. I'm not a master, but I can do alright as long as long as you understand we're all fallible, some(me) more than others. Depending on how I do, how you like it, and the price of tea in China, I may or not attribute a week a month or a day a week to fully rhyming. Ideas for this would be poems, rants in rhyme, rhymes of readers (you can ask for me to rhyme about you if you so desire; you'll get varying results), whatever. We'll see how it goes.
3. Reader's Questions and Suggestions. Now, I know there's got to be questions you've all been dieing to ask me about myself, life, the universe, everything, nothing, mongeese, and why that man won't stop staring at you at the Post Office. Questions like "What is your favorite color?" "How many days were in last week, minus Friday?" "Will you please scratch that itch on my nose, my arms are occupied but it's really annoying?" Seriously, ask anything and as many as you want. Give any suggestions for anything you want me to do with this thing. I can't guarantee I'll answer or do it, but I encourage anything! (Personal questions, nonsensem, science, philosophy, whatever). Of course, most answers will probably be facetious nonsense, but who knows? So please, send anything you can think of! (Preferably in email form; comments would spoil it for the one other person who checks this thing).
4. Riddles. Let me know if you want me to make more. I don't mind if the answer's no, I'd just like to know if I should bother. This is mostly for you people, ya know ;).
That's all, for now. Sorry it was incredibly, senselessly, and intimidatingly verbose, which is quite an accomplishment considering my trackrecord. But I really would like to get some sort of feedback and to have you guys participate in the above activities. It would give me more direction than shooting out random tripe into that vast void of internuttiness where my only way to tell if you're paying attention are comments. So let me once again reiterate: Answer my calls! Respond, reply, comment, join, cheer, jeer, be, wear, is, will be, email, live, love, laugh, be happy (you get the drift). You now have a mission. Whether you choose to accept it or not is up to you. You have a week. Use it well. Until next time...
First (or second) off, I'd like to apologize for the sporadic nature of my posts. I know some of you obtain some inkling of temporary entertainment from them, or at least waste some of your oh so abundant spare time trying to ponder how exactly someone in my state of mind can tie his shoes, much less form coherent sentences. Ok, so maybe that sentences part isn't the best example. Anyway, I could give you a few excuses, most of which would be nonsense. Not that there's anything wrong with complete and utter nonsense, but I wouldn't want to dilute the sheer magnitude of the real reasons. One, on any given night I most likely have homework in at least 4 of my five classes. This is in direct violation of last semester when I could put off my masses of chemistry til the weekend (and I had accounting then, no homework how I miss thee!). Another is that I seem to have developed an unfortunate tendency to almost immediately become very tired when I open an English or History text. It's not even that unpleasant, just the volume of all the work to be done(not that it's all that much, I just don't look forward to it) weighs down so heavily, I don't have enough mental stamina to bear it. So what do I do? I do what any other self-disrespecting slacker would. I take a nap. Now, I unfortunately lack the ability to fall asleep as soon as I try, but at least I can give my mind the impression that it's resting (Yes, I trick my mind quite frequently; it really is a silly little thing). So that's what I've been doing most of the past week. Exciting, isn't it? If you're as enthralled as I am in this bland little debacle of existence as I am, you're probably considering a nap yourself. (Or you could join my next crazy attempt to entertain myself which will be mentioned shortly).
Now, instead of writing a ramble/rant about whatever random insignificant events I deem worthy of using more of my time on, I'll tell you of my plans for the future and how you, the eager, energetic, and active reader, can participate. As you and I well know, I've been doing a riddle many weeks since I started this thing. Well, for whatever reason (be they inconsistentcy, difficulty, Derek's domination, elf sympathizers bent on stopping any interest in activities contrary to their free verse world, the colors, intimidating and verbose blocks of intimidating mindless drivel, or you've just got something better to do), interest has obviously declined. I wrote a riddle two weeks ago and not one person answered it. Now, I'd assume at least three people still check this thing on a semi-regular basis (as evident from the comments and the occasional "Dylan you lazy, good-for-nothing, slight-eccentric, bum I need to waste more time reading nonsense, so get to work!"). This leads me to believe you either don't check regularly enough to see them in between enormous blocks of ramblings, or find them boring, too challenging, too easy, too flawed, or no point if you can't win.
It's fine with me if that's the case. I'd just like some imput. So, over different parts of the next two weeks I'll have "Viewer Appreciation" entries and activities to figure out how many poor lost souls are still reading this thing out in that uncomprehendable void I like to call "not me." Therefore, I've decided to try a few ideas:
1. One is for another continuing story. Now, it would be formatted differently from the last one in a few key ways. My idea is to create another blog (Yes, you can do that) and invite others to post directly to it instead of just commenting(Yes, you can do that too). Instead of randomly letting anyone respond, only the initial set of people responding in an interesting fashion would be able to participate (if late comers arrive I can create yet another; I know I've got the time to waste). The new story would use a prompt I set up, then move on however you want. The people that get let in to each story (by responding in email or comment form to this post within a week) will then be assigned a random order. This order will remain in existence until the end of the blog. Instead of randomly posting, each person would post after the person before them did. You wouldn't be allowed to post at any other time and you must wait until the person before you either posts or drops out (for instance Salli, Bettey, and The Sugue sign up. Sally posts, then Bettey, then The Sugue, then Sally. Even if it takes Bettey a week, The Sugue can't post until she does.) Other than that, no rule for post length, post content, etc. It'd be nice for it to be coherent, but if it's not, it'll still be fun. So email/comment if you're remotely interested and want to join, give suggestions (for format and substance), and to ask for tax refunds and parking validations. If I even get just one person to participate I'll do it, but please only sign up if you can post at least once or twice a week.
2. Second, next week will be Rhyme Week. This means all my posts and comments (and possibly IMs, if you request it) will be rhymed. I'm not a master, but I can do alright as long as long as you understand we're all fallible, some(me) more than others. Depending on how I do, how you like it, and the price of tea in China, I may or not attribute a week a month or a day a week to fully rhyming. Ideas for this would be poems, rants in rhyme, rhymes of readers (you can ask for me to rhyme about you if you so desire; you'll get varying results), whatever. We'll see how it goes.
3. Reader's Questions and Suggestions. Now, I know there's got to be questions you've all been dieing to ask me about myself, life, the universe, everything, nothing, mongeese, and why that man won't stop staring at you at the Post Office. Questions like "What is your favorite color?" "How many days were in last week, minus Friday?" "Will you please scratch that itch on my nose, my arms are occupied but it's really annoying?" Seriously, ask anything and as many as you want. Give any suggestions for anything you want me to do with this thing. I can't guarantee I'll answer or do it, but I encourage anything! (Personal questions, nonsensem, science, philosophy, whatever). Of course, most answers will probably be facetious nonsense, but who knows? So please, send anything you can think of! (Preferably in email form; comments would spoil it for the one other person who checks this thing).
4. Riddles. Let me know if you want me to make more. I don't mind if the answer's no, I'd just like to know if I should bother. This is mostly for you people, ya know ;).
That's all, for now. Sorry it was incredibly, senselessly, and intimidatingly verbose, which is quite an accomplishment considering my trackrecord. But I really would like to get some sort of feedback and to have you guys participate in the above activities. It would give me more direction than shooting out random tripe into that vast void of internuttiness where my only way to tell if you're paying attention are comments. So let me once again reiterate: Answer my calls! Respond, reply, comment, join, cheer, jeer, be, wear, is, will be, email, live, love, laugh, be happy (you get the drift). You now have a mission. Whether you choose to accept it or not is up to you. You have a week. Use it well. Until next time...
Friday, January 16
Walking on Empty
It amazes me how seemingly insignificant occurences can have such a profound impact on one's pysche. I suppose after you've seen how truly unpredictable, frightening, and especially costly life can become, you begin to worry more. For instance, me and car fuel. For those who don't know, cars run on very old, decayed animals and plants. No, you don't have to stick them into some sort of massive industrial meatgrinder. They're converted into something called "oil" which is found throughout rich people's backgrounds everywhere. We call the version that is placed in cars "gas," not to be confused with the methane that is produced by cows in such an amount as to slightly contribute to global warming. This stuff contributes to it much more than cows.
So anyway, for those who don't know, I've had the unpleasant experience of running out of gas. Fortunately it was in the Burger King drive through and someone pushed me into a convenient parking spot where I then proceeded to wait for a parental unit to arrive and supply a bit more. Since then, I've had an irrational fear of running out of gas. It toys with my mind to the point that if my tank is even close to empty, I'll nervous and dread the thought of driving. Of course, this combined with the feeling that at any moment I'll spin out of control and slam into any sentient or non-sentient life-form around me really isn't good for my nerves. Now, you'd think this would encourage to fill up the tank more often. Instead, I let it reach almost empty practically every time, driving myself insane. Masochistic torture or just plain laziness? You decide.
It's the small things that can have the biggest effects, ya know? Well, I suppose big things can drive you crazy too. Such as being captured and tortured in a POW camp with no hope of a rescue in the next decade. Go figure.
On another, lighter note, I'm going to try to do a flashmob on Wednesday at 10:13AM outside the mini-auditorium. We'll shout "whoopwhoopwhoopwhoop" three times (in a Prof. Zoidberg from Futurama or possibly three stooges fashion) then walk away. For those unfamiliar with flashmobs, they're a fad that once ran rampant in large cities, but it's probably faded by now. What they consist of is sending out a mass email or something like it to a few hundred people who meet in a specific place, at a specific time, do a random action (such as quack like a duck thrice), then disperse as if nothing happened, not saying anything about it.
Will it work? I doubt it. Will anyone have the courage to try? I'll certainly try! Will we do it again? We'd better! It might be nice to have it varying, doing the noise at different times (like a round, or like a flock of whooping cranes), but that's a tad ambitious for the first attempt. Now, if done correctly, this will leave you with about 2.5minutes to get to class. I'd rather do it a bit sooner, myself, but the consensus was to do it at 10:13, so if you can't make it, it's perfectly understandable. Hopefully we'll modify the time, place, and activity and do it again sometime.
The important thing about flash mobs is for them to not have a point. You're not demonstrating, not saving the whales, not electing George Bush, not transporting your soul onto an alien space-ship in an Applewhitean attempt to achieve a utopia. It's just random. And yet, it's completely synchronized and exact. Kinda nifty, eh? I'm generally not one for modern art, but in this instance, I figure Why Not? It'll be something to look forward to. If I can't get a Spades/Board Game thing going, I may as well try something!
I suppose to use up a bit more time before my pizza is ready (oven-cooked, not delivery!), I can rant, ramble, and ~whoosh~ about two more things. One, is that for the second time in a row, I went to a destination downtown that I wasn't completely familiar with and made it back without getting lost (I had instructions, of course)! Now, for most of you this doesn't sound like much of an accomplishment. But given my tract record for driving and getting lost, this is a monumental event! A flood of relief surged through me once I reached familiar territory, like sneaking through an enemy camp undetected and reaching homebase. It's the little things.
And lastly, I may or may not go insane this weekend. Since I'm in the process of coming to terms with my already questionable existence, I may go into the depths of the unthinkable. Yes, that's right, I may start my research paper this weekend. I know, I know, I'm as shocked as you are. But if I get that bored and unproductive, I may not have any other choice. I need some sort of hobby... Anyone want to teach me how to play the accordion? Comment system went completely down, so it's being transfered to another service; it should be back up in a few days. So until next time, look at my profile for the current IM topic and see where things go! Use your imagination! Adios, for now.
So anyway, for those who don't know, I've had the unpleasant experience of running out of gas. Fortunately it was in the Burger King drive through and someone pushed me into a convenient parking spot where I then proceeded to wait for a parental unit to arrive and supply a bit more. Since then, I've had an irrational fear of running out of gas. It toys with my mind to the point that if my tank is even close to empty, I'll nervous and dread the thought of driving. Of course, this combined with the feeling that at any moment I'll spin out of control and slam into any sentient or non-sentient life-form around me really isn't good for my nerves. Now, you'd think this would encourage to fill up the tank more often. Instead, I let it reach almost empty practically every time, driving myself insane. Masochistic torture or just plain laziness? You decide.
It's the small things that can have the biggest effects, ya know? Well, I suppose big things can drive you crazy too. Such as being captured and tortured in a POW camp with no hope of a rescue in the next decade. Go figure.
On another, lighter note, I'm going to try to do a flashmob on Wednesday at 10:13AM outside the mini-auditorium. We'll shout "whoopwhoopwhoopwhoop" three times (in a Prof. Zoidberg from Futurama or possibly three stooges fashion) then walk away. For those unfamiliar with flashmobs, they're a fad that once ran rampant in large cities, but it's probably faded by now. What they consist of is sending out a mass email or something like it to a few hundred people who meet in a specific place, at a specific time, do a random action (such as quack like a duck thrice), then disperse as if nothing happened, not saying anything about it.
Will it work? I doubt it. Will anyone have the courage to try? I'll certainly try! Will we do it again? We'd better! It might be nice to have it varying, doing the noise at different times (like a round, or like a flock of whooping cranes), but that's a tad ambitious for the first attempt. Now, if done correctly, this will leave you with about 2.5minutes to get to class. I'd rather do it a bit sooner, myself, but the consensus was to do it at 10:13, so if you can't make it, it's perfectly understandable. Hopefully we'll modify the time, place, and activity and do it again sometime.
The important thing about flash mobs is for them to not have a point. You're not demonstrating, not saving the whales, not electing George Bush, not transporting your soul onto an alien space-ship in an Applewhitean attempt to achieve a utopia. It's just random. And yet, it's completely synchronized and exact. Kinda nifty, eh? I'm generally not one for modern art, but in this instance, I figure Why Not? It'll be something to look forward to. If I can't get a Spades/Board Game thing going, I may as well try something!
I suppose to use up a bit more time before my pizza is ready (oven-cooked, not delivery!), I can rant, ramble, and ~whoosh~ about two more things. One, is that for the second time in a row, I went to a destination downtown that I wasn't completely familiar with and made it back without getting lost (I had instructions, of course)! Now, for most of you this doesn't sound like much of an accomplishment. But given my tract record for driving and getting lost, this is a monumental event! A flood of relief surged through me once I reached familiar territory, like sneaking through an enemy camp undetected and reaching homebase. It's the little things.
And lastly, I may or may not go insane this weekend. Since I'm in the process of coming to terms with my already questionable existence, I may go into the depths of the unthinkable. Yes, that's right, I may start my research paper this weekend. I know, I know, I'm as shocked as you are. But if I get that bored and unproductive, I may not have any other choice. I need some sort of hobby... Anyone want to teach me how to play the accordion? Comment system went completely down, so it's being transfered to another service; it should be back up in a few days. So until next time, look at my profile for the current IM topic and see where things go! Use your imagination! Adios, for now.
Wednesday, January 14
Bureaucracy: For those who can wait.
Well, before I get into a rant, I would like everyone to note a disturbing coincidence. Almost the moment I start talking about philosophy and fate, the comment system gets shut down (the guy who runs it got kicked off his service for no apparent reason). Is this some vast conspiracy by the powers that be to stop me from taking down the system? Is the very mention that someone may be onto their plans cause enough to attempt to stop all discussion of the problem? Is Karl Rove God? At least one of those is No, you can be sure (he'd be Satan first). Anyway, it certainly does seem odd to me. But the comments will apparently be back by the weekend, so either say what ya want then, or remain silent like most of you bums usually do.
On to business. Today, like most other days, was long, tedious, and mostly uneventful. I actually started the morning more energetic than I was by the time first period was halfway over. It's amazing how well hindsight can work sometimes. I think this semester would have been perfect with two minor adjustments. But nnoooo. Such are the failures of foresight. I suppose it keeps things interesting, but that certainly doesn't mean I have to enjoy it. Really, for all my complaints, the only actual burden is stress. It's really strange too, because it's irrational stress. Once you realize the vast majority of things you do will be forgotten eventually, rendering them worthless. My mind accepts it, but my subconscious looks at it, chews it a bit, then spits it out, and places it in a biohazard container that is immediately sent to Venus where it is expected to rot for a few thousand years until some sentient lifeform opens it and repeats pandora's box!
Where was I....Ummm....Oh yes. So today I was scheduled for a doctor's appointment at 3:45. Now, as many of you know, getting out of school is never easy. But getting out early is apparently even harder. In order to get to my appointment, I need to leave 10 minutes early. So, my mother prepares a nice, legible note complete with full information and confirmation number which I gave to the office this morning. Immediately something was off. Maybe it was the fear in the air. Maybe it was the screams and wails of utter terror coming from the background. Maybe it was the quite shifty look in the office worker's eyes. Or perhaps it was that I received the distinct impression that the woman did not know what she was doing.
Ah, utter cluelessness. The plague of many things, not the least of which is bureaucracy. Now, I'm under the influence of this peculiar defect often, and I must say, it can be rather interesting. It encourages one to run around screaming "DDOOOOOMMMMEEEDDD! WE'RE ALL DOOOOOMMMEEEDDDD!!!" But when it interferes with a job involving complex procedures of filing, dialing, and possibly conversing, it's a whole nother ball game. Suffice it to say, I heard neither hide, hair, or gallbladder of the note the entire day. Now, on the office's credit, my father didn't know I had an appointment today. So if they did in fact call him, he may have thought they were crazy, cursed them to the extent of not only making a sailor blush, but also feel so ashamed and shocked that he fully repented his sins and lived a life of seclusion and personal improvement the rest of his oh so short life, hung up, and subsequently threw a javelin through the chest of the mailroom worker that just happened to be handing him a fresh batch of sticky notes with which he uses to give paper cuts and leave bloody wads of paper stuck all over the door to his boss's office (that's a bit of exaggeration there folks, I'm pretty sure my dad's work doesn't have a mail room). Anywho, while I can give them some credit, it's annoying nonetheless.
And then, of course, there's the doctor's office. I rush over there (I would have actually been on time since Mrs. Sayers let me out 2 minutes early, but I got stuck behind a motionless school bus for 5 minutes and therefore didn't make the cut), and make it 3 minutes late. Then, the waiting starts. It really wasn't that bad, only about 45 minutes and I did have a book, but it is rather strange. Hurrying up to wait happens all the time. One would think there would be a more efficient system, somehow, so that you could actually arrive at a time where you'd be able to actually do whatever you needed to do as soon as you got there. What's that system? I don't know. If I was a tad more alert and wasn't just wasting time before jumping into homework and studying, I might have more profound insight. Instead, you're stuck with "Clean your elbows when you can, because believe me, from years of experience, no one will just do it for you." There.
One other note of minorly insignificant interest is that a genetic disease might be in my future. Apparently I have two or three symptoms of "Marfan's Syndrome." Now, there's a very minute chance that I've actually got it. I think most of them can be related to malnutrition-nutrition, but there you are. I've nothing against genetic diseases as long as they don't hinder my everyday life. However, some nifty power like superspeed, telepathic powers, or even amazing yo-yo skillz would be nice. I can't even do the basics like summoning a minor demon or even creating a small ball of dark matter to hurl at anything that looks at me the right way. Sometimes you just feel jipped by life, eh? Ah well, I guess I'll just need to hang around some radiation for awhile. If I'm lucky, I'll get some nifty ability like "Extreme Hair Growth" or "Really Big Shoes." A guy can dream, can't he? Oh, he can't? Since when? That long? Really? Why didn't anyone tell me? Isn't that your job?! What do you mean I didn't ask and I don't pay you?!?! Who have I been writing that paycheck to all these years then? Satan?! I wouldn't pay that hack anything; he's just a bum asking for handouts. We had a deal? What are you talking about? Oh. That. Are you sure mass memory wipes and time distortion costs that much? Well, I guess that makes sense. Hhmmm. Oh well.
Well, I've wasted just about as much time as I can. I know, I know, it'll be hard to stop reading this tripe. I understand. But if it'll make you feel better, I'll include the word "obstreperous" in today's entry for the word of the day. There. I just did it. Happy? I surely hope so. That's it, for now. Until next time...
On to business. Today, like most other days, was long, tedious, and mostly uneventful. I actually started the morning more energetic than I was by the time first period was halfway over. It's amazing how well hindsight can work sometimes. I think this semester would have been perfect with two minor adjustments. But nnoooo. Such are the failures of foresight. I suppose it keeps things interesting, but that certainly doesn't mean I have to enjoy it. Really, for all my complaints, the only actual burden is stress. It's really strange too, because it's irrational stress. Once you realize the vast majority of things you do will be forgotten eventually, rendering them worthless. My mind accepts it, but my subconscious looks at it, chews it a bit, then spits it out, and places it in a biohazard container that is immediately sent to Venus where it is expected to rot for a few thousand years until some sentient lifeform opens it and repeats pandora's box!
Where was I....Ummm....Oh yes. So today I was scheduled for a doctor's appointment at 3:45. Now, as many of you know, getting out of school is never easy. But getting out early is apparently even harder. In order to get to my appointment, I need to leave 10 minutes early. So, my mother prepares a nice, legible note complete with full information and confirmation number which I gave to the office this morning. Immediately something was off. Maybe it was the fear in the air. Maybe it was the screams and wails of utter terror coming from the background. Maybe it was the quite shifty look in the office worker's eyes. Or perhaps it was that I received the distinct impression that the woman did not know what she was doing.
Ah, utter cluelessness. The plague of many things, not the least of which is bureaucracy. Now, I'm under the influence of this peculiar defect often, and I must say, it can be rather interesting. It encourages one to run around screaming "DDOOOOOMMMMEEEDDD! WE'RE ALL DOOOOOMMMEEEDDDD!!!" But when it interferes with a job involving complex procedures of filing, dialing, and possibly conversing, it's a whole nother ball game. Suffice it to say, I heard neither hide, hair, or gallbladder of the note the entire day. Now, on the office's credit, my father didn't know I had an appointment today. So if they did in fact call him, he may have thought they were crazy, cursed them to the extent of not only making a sailor blush, but also feel so ashamed and shocked that he fully repented his sins and lived a life of seclusion and personal improvement the rest of his oh so short life, hung up, and subsequently threw a javelin through the chest of the mailroom worker that just happened to be handing him a fresh batch of sticky notes with which he uses to give paper cuts and leave bloody wads of paper stuck all over the door to his boss's office (that's a bit of exaggeration there folks, I'm pretty sure my dad's work doesn't have a mail room). Anywho, while I can give them some credit, it's annoying nonetheless.
And then, of course, there's the doctor's office. I rush over there (I would have actually been on time since Mrs. Sayers let me out 2 minutes early, but I got stuck behind a motionless school bus for 5 minutes and therefore didn't make the cut), and make it 3 minutes late. Then, the waiting starts. It really wasn't that bad, only about 45 minutes and I did have a book, but it is rather strange. Hurrying up to wait happens all the time. One would think there would be a more efficient system, somehow, so that you could actually arrive at a time where you'd be able to actually do whatever you needed to do as soon as you got there. What's that system? I don't know. If I was a tad more alert and wasn't just wasting time before jumping into homework and studying, I might have more profound insight. Instead, you're stuck with "Clean your elbows when you can, because believe me, from years of experience, no one will just do it for you." There.
One other note of minorly insignificant interest is that a genetic disease might be in my future. Apparently I have two or three symptoms of "Marfan's Syndrome." Now, there's a very minute chance that I've actually got it. I think most of them can be related to malnutrition-nutrition, but there you are. I've nothing against genetic diseases as long as they don't hinder my everyday life. However, some nifty power like superspeed, telepathic powers, or even amazing yo-yo skillz would be nice. I can't even do the basics like summoning a minor demon or even creating a small ball of dark matter to hurl at anything that looks at me the right way. Sometimes you just feel jipped by life, eh? Ah well, I guess I'll just need to hang around some radiation for awhile. If I'm lucky, I'll get some nifty ability like "Extreme Hair Growth" or "Really Big Shoes." A guy can dream, can't he? Oh, he can't? Since when? That long? Really? Why didn't anyone tell me? Isn't that your job?! What do you mean I didn't ask and I don't pay you?!?! Who have I been writing that paycheck to all these years then? Satan?! I wouldn't pay that hack anything; he's just a bum asking for handouts. We had a deal? What are you talking about? Oh. That. Are you sure mass memory wipes and time distortion costs that much? Well, I guess that makes sense. Hhmmm. Oh well.
Well, I've wasted just about as much time as I can. I know, I know, it'll be hard to stop reading this tripe. I understand. But if it'll make you feel better, I'll include the word "obstreperous" in today's entry for the word of the day. There. I just did it. Happy? I surely hope so. That's it, for now. Until next time...