Did you ever have one of those realizations where suddenly everything that was in your life finally made sense; where you can close you eyes and suddenly see a solution to a problem that has been plaguing you... I wish I had one of those realizations right now.
Things would seem so much clearer if I could suddenly see past the hurdles in life. Although I suppose that if I had such realizations other people would want me to help them out with their problems so that I wouldn't have such an unfair advantage against them.
At one point or another there was something important that I had to say regarding this post. I really like the tricks that my mind plays on me at 3am, working nights is the greatest thing on the planet next to actually sleeping.
My mind has been playing terrible tricks on me lately, waking me up after only getting 4 hours of sleep during the day. Telling me that I'm hungry when I'm really just tired. Its not fair.
I really should work on making a coherent entry at some point or another..... aaahhh screw it.
Thursday, November 8, 2007
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
Cloak of invisibility
At one point in time I thought about doing many things with this site, which not only included posting some of my writing but also posting some reviews of some kind. Whether it was in the form of movie or music reviews, I thought about doing that sort of thing, but then I realized that there was a good chance that no one would want to know what I thought of the new KiEw album or the latest indie flick that I saw. In order to appeal to more people I'd have to discuss the latest and greatest things that I are in the theatres and on the radio... but I wouldn't want to do that so you'll have to be satisfied with my over tired ramblings
Speaking of which.... [yeah, I a) lost my train of thought, b) lost my motivation to continue my sentence.]
Speaking of which.... [yeah, I a) lost my train of thought, b) lost my motivation to continue my sentence.]
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
Options....
Pick and choose your poison.
Sitting here looking around the barren landscape, tattered papers laying on the floor. A breeze creeps around the corner emanating from a nearby open window. The corner of the papers lift off the ground showing its delicate underside; the faded words are showing a glimpse as to the knowledge that they contained. The words are bleached from sitting idly on the floor.
The area seems to have been abandoned some years ago, people have fled abandoning everything that was dear to them. Looking at the archaic items scattered on the tables you attempt to understand how people had lived before they had fled. The air is stale and devoid of all scent, dust covers your progress forward and is beginning to hide where you had come from.
It seems like eternity since a person has stepped foot into this area. Large pockets of dust have started to collect on top of the machines that were once the cutting edge technology. They have been forgotten; turned into relics that no one cares about.
After careful observation, it appears as though not everyone had fled initially. Some brave individuals seem to have stayed behind, you notice that there are stains on the floor indicating some kind of struggle had taken place in time after the event. They seem to have attempted to rebuild their society in this location in an attempt to maintain stability.
Looking to the left there is a single pole standing in the middle of a large open area that was once reserved for the most important gatherings. It has been reduced to a scene of desperation and violence. The remnants of a once noble piece of furniture have been reduced to embers in a vain attempt at fighting off the cold that has ravaged this area.
The pole has scene better days as well, once the focal point of presentations it was briefly turned into a sacrificial shrine as desperate people had turned to violent rituals to make the suffering and pain stop. The most revered and important individuals were bound to the pole and ritualistically beaten in an attempt to keep the evil spirits from entering into their new homes. From the state of the surrounding landscape it looks as though this did not help to ease their suffering.
Needless violence was determined to be the cause and the solution to their plight. How can a society take a step back in time in an attempt to solve their problems? Haven't we learned from the mistakes of the past....
Sitting here looking around the barren landscape, tattered papers laying on the floor. A breeze creeps around the corner emanating from a nearby open window. The corner of the papers lift off the ground showing its delicate underside; the faded words are showing a glimpse as to the knowledge that they contained. The words are bleached from sitting idly on the floor.
The area seems to have been abandoned some years ago, people have fled abandoning everything that was dear to them. Looking at the archaic items scattered on the tables you attempt to understand how people had lived before they had fled. The air is stale and devoid of all scent, dust covers your progress forward and is beginning to hide where you had come from.
It seems like eternity since a person has stepped foot into this area. Large pockets of dust have started to collect on top of the machines that were once the cutting edge technology. They have been forgotten; turned into relics that no one cares about.
After careful observation, it appears as though not everyone had fled initially. Some brave individuals seem to have stayed behind, you notice that there are stains on the floor indicating some kind of struggle had taken place in time after the event. They seem to have attempted to rebuild their society in this location in an attempt to maintain stability.
Looking to the left there is a single pole standing in the middle of a large open area that was once reserved for the most important gatherings. It has been reduced to a scene of desperation and violence. The remnants of a once noble piece of furniture have been reduced to embers in a vain attempt at fighting off the cold that has ravaged this area.
The pole has scene better days as well, once the focal point of presentations it was briefly turned into a sacrificial shrine as desperate people had turned to violent rituals to make the suffering and pain stop. The most revered and important individuals were bound to the pole and ritualistically beaten in an attempt to keep the evil spirits from entering into their new homes. From the state of the surrounding landscape it looks as though this did not help to ease their suffering.
Needless violence was determined to be the cause and the solution to their plight. How can a society take a step back in time in an attempt to solve their problems? Haven't we learned from the mistakes of the past....
Monday, November 5, 2007
.... What the !?
9:52am -- I'm still awake, for some reason I'm still awake and sitting on the couch here at home, personally I think I'm slowly going insane, but thats not really news now is it? Alas... there does appear to be an end to this madness though as the painter guy, who is the person I"m waiting for is just about finished. Although I'm *this* close to actually going into the back room to nap....
I like this painter, he just sanded stuff off the wall and then he wiped it up... so cool! To top it all off he came into the house and took off his shoes. I know small minds are amused by small things, and exhausted minds sleep on the floor in the back room with the cats. I'm impressed.
I like this painter, he just sanded stuff off the wall and then he wiped it up... so cool! To top it all off he came into the house and took off his shoes. I know small minds are amused by small things, and exhausted minds sleep on the floor in the back room with the cats. I'm impressed.
Can you tell... ?
That I'm bored at work? They say that sleep deprivation makes people go crazy. I'm almost willing to test that theory, the only point that I'm not looking forward to is the fact that I actually have to utilize part of my brain for my job. I only say part because most of the time I'm barely conscious while I look at the screen to begin with.
Its now 3:30am and I'm quite content with my progress to this point. I've had one can of RedBull and I'm not feeling the effect quite yet, maybe if I shotgun the other can I might be able to stay conscious on the way home in the morning. Although, I'm doing better than a colleague of mine who has been napping off and on for the better part of 45 minutes. For some reason I just can't bring myself to sleep at work, I'd end up snoring a lot.
... some other stuff happened.... your guess would be as good as mine as to what it was. For fun lets say it involved juggling, scissor kicks to the groin, swine, and automatic machinery reinvented. That could make for an interesting story if I had capable mental powers.
5:16am -- some of my coworkers are attempting to solve a problem concerning a dozen questions sent in by one particular user. I have knowledge in this particular area and have been speaking with them offering them suggestions and answers. There is one member of the team who I'm not sure really enjoys my involvement in answering questions of this nature as he has been deemed the expert in this area. Its kind of frustrating to see your answers fall on one set of deaf ears only to be systematically reworded and branded as a fresh new answer. I feel like I'm in marketing and a colleague just stole a pitch for a billion dollar ad campaign.... I should stop watching so many movies.
5:49am -- I have come to the realization that my previous statement regarding not sleeping at work is a total crock of sh*t. I'm just too proud to sleep at work thats it. Plain and simply put, damn me and my pride.... also, the aforementioned colleague who was napping is full on sleep at the moment complete with snoring sound effects. That reminds me of something that I heard on the radio this morning, did you realize that of the 4 people running around screaming in my mind at the moment, that there is only one of them who is capable of using a pen?
Its now 3:30am and I'm quite content with my progress to this point. I've had one can of RedBull and I'm not feeling the effect quite yet, maybe if I shotgun the other can I might be able to stay conscious on the way home in the morning. Although, I'm doing better than a colleague of mine who has been napping off and on for the better part of 45 minutes. For some reason I just can't bring myself to sleep at work, I'd end up snoring a lot.
... some other stuff happened.... your guess would be as good as mine as to what it was. For fun lets say it involved juggling, scissor kicks to the groin, swine, and automatic machinery reinvented. That could make for an interesting story if I had capable mental powers.
5:16am -- some of my coworkers are attempting to solve a problem concerning a dozen questions sent in by one particular user. I have knowledge in this particular area and have been speaking with them offering them suggestions and answers. There is one member of the team who I'm not sure really enjoys my involvement in answering questions of this nature as he has been deemed the expert in this area. Its kind of frustrating to see your answers fall on one set of deaf ears only to be systematically reworded and branded as a fresh new answer. I feel like I'm in marketing and a colleague just stole a pitch for a billion dollar ad campaign.... I should stop watching so many movies.
5:49am -- I have come to the realization that my previous statement regarding not sleeping at work is a total crock of sh*t. I'm just too proud to sleep at work thats it. Plain and simply put, damn me and my pride.... also, the aforementioned colleague who was napping is full on sleep at the moment complete with snoring sound effects. That reminds me of something that I heard on the radio this morning, did you realize that of the 4 people running around screaming in my mind at the moment, that there is only one of them who is capable of using a pen?
Let the mind f*ckery begin....
This is my first actual night shift while in posession of this bemusing site of wonderment that I call a 'blome' (my new made up word for 'blog home', and since thats not really a word either.... ). What I'm starting to say before being wildly interrupted by my other inner voice is that the writings here, however frequent tonight, may be a litle crazed and off topic. I've been awake for about 18 hours to this point and must survive another 6 hours of being awake and smarter than the people I talk to.
This should be entertaining considering I'm not feeling particularly smart at the moment.
Normally, I'd come up with some sort of creative musings about the world around me and how if you stare at the corners/sides of the monitor long enough you can actually see the refresh bar going down the screen. But none of that interests me at the moment, I'm more concerned with getting my eyes uncrossed and having some of the pain in my knee dissipate so that I can walk properly.
Again, with the wild tangents from my original topic, not that there was much of an original topic to begin with. Speaking of which, has anyone seen my orange?
By the way, if you see my friend Denise can you tell her that I'm mad a her for thinking about going away for work before I can get a chance to go home and see her for the first time in 10 years. It would be nice if everyone could gang up on her... I'd give you her email address but its too complicated for my mind at this stage in the game...
This should be entertaining considering I'm not feeling particularly smart at the moment.
Normally, I'd come up with some sort of creative musings about the world around me and how if you stare at the corners/sides of the monitor long enough you can actually see the refresh bar going down the screen. But none of that interests me at the moment, I'm more concerned with getting my eyes uncrossed and having some of the pain in my knee dissipate so that I can walk properly.
Again, with the wild tangents from my original topic, not that there was much of an original topic to begin with. Speaking of which, has anyone seen my orange?
By the way, if you see my friend Denise can you tell her that I'm mad a her for thinking about going away for work before I can get a chance to go home and see her for the first time in 10 years. It would be nice if everyone could gang up on her... I'd give you her email address but its too complicated for my mind at this stage in the game...
Sunday, November 4, 2007
Fallen in a hole...
I seemed to have fallen off of the planet lately. I guess that would explain the lack of content and updates to my site as well as the lack of sleep... scratch that. That would explain the 10 hours of sleep a night and the feeling of utter exhaustion.
This past weekend we moved into our new apartment, which wasn't very far from our last place, two doors up to be exact.
I guess that explains the aching muscles and sore joints from going up and down the stairs two-hundred times or so. Though the only blessing that we had was the fact that we had our dear, little hatchback. This weekend we essentially treated it like a small pickup truck, carting boxes, odds-n-ends, and anything else that would fit in it up the road. Its getting a good rest now thats for sure.
The great thing is we managed to get our bed up the stairs (after nearly having to sell it when we moved in), as well as a few of the larger items that wouldn't fit in the car, outside and over to the new place before the rain started. Although we did start to move the last of the items as it was raining.
As the rain started my friend Stephen and I took a little break to chat and drank a beer to wait out the rain and move more things. I was even nice enough to give my landlord a beer while he was putting up some of the hardware on our cupboards. I felt bad though because Stephen wouldn't let us give him a drive home in the rain and instead wanted to bike home in the pouring rain.
The new apartment is totally amazing. I'll take some pictures to post tomorrow sometime (if my brain recovers) to share. The painter is coming back tomorrow to fix up some stuff that he screwed up the first time, now the only problem that I can see with that is I'm going to be want to sleeping when he's there and thats going to piss me off if I can't sleep. Jerk better be quick fixing up the bedroom or I'm going to be pretty peeved....
This past weekend we moved into our new apartment, which wasn't very far from our last place, two doors up to be exact.
I guess that explains the aching muscles and sore joints from going up and down the stairs two-hundred times or so. Though the only blessing that we had was the fact that we had our dear, little hatchback. This weekend we essentially treated it like a small pickup truck, carting boxes, odds-n-ends, and anything else that would fit in it up the road. Its getting a good rest now thats for sure.
The great thing is we managed to get our bed up the stairs (after nearly having to sell it when we moved in), as well as a few of the larger items that wouldn't fit in the car, outside and over to the new place before the rain started. Although we did start to move the last of the items as it was raining.
As the rain started my friend Stephen and I took a little break to chat and drank a beer to wait out the rain and move more things. I was even nice enough to give my landlord a beer while he was putting up some of the hardware on our cupboards. I felt bad though because Stephen wouldn't let us give him a drive home in the rain and instead wanted to bike home in the pouring rain.
The new apartment is totally amazing. I'll take some pictures to post tomorrow sometime (if my brain recovers) to share. The painter is coming back tomorrow to fix up some stuff that he screwed up the first time, now the only problem that I can see with that is I'm going to be want to sleeping when he's there and thats going to piss me off if I can't sleep. Jerk better be quick fixing up the bedroom or I'm going to be pretty peeved....
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