Nope. You’re not seeing this because I’m not here. I’m just existing somewhere else right now. My brain energy is being focused on other thoughts. I’m rebuilding my phase-shifting reality.
Outside of that, I feel good today. I impressed a friend of mine with some words which tweaked her creative interest.
-Mike
“Time marches on and the soldiers grow weary – (MA)”
I want to be a Mendicant.
There was a recent report in the local papers with some not-so-startling information (but which obviously came as a shock to those not in the know) about how paying it is to be unemployed. Without getting into the money made from the government via unemployment insurance, disability insurance, etc, you get this on bums:
Squeegie-guy: $27.00/ hour
Mendicant/Bum/Bugger: $42.00/ hour
Cash. Non-taxable. Screw the system any way shape or form you can.
I hate people. I hate injustice. Man, some days I hate the fucken world.
The Thunder was so loud just now that the entire office building seemed to have shook!! Lots of lightning, too! What an explosive Canada Day. I suddenly feel even weirder for being the only living being at work today… and having been here since before 6am…
Stats Day. Woo.
Due to LJ troubles, this post could not be presented at its regularly scheduled timeslot of Friday June 25th, 10am. It is presented to you now, unedited, as initially expected. Bla bla bla. :>
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Walking into work this morning, I noticed an ad for a new Slush Puppie contest with 700 GameBoy Advance as prizes. This reminded me of a conversation I had with James last week when he told me all about the contest. He was excitedly telling me how if HE won he would give one game to every one of his friends. I had to smile and tell him how there are 700 game prizes to be won by 700 people. It wasn’t one person who would
win all 700 games. His face fell a little in disappointment as he answered with an “Oh” and then he shrugged his shoulders and continued with “well, I hope I win one at least”.
It’s nice that he keeps his hopes up, but it’s a little unsettling that even at that young an age the hopes have to depend on contests and (basically) gambling. It does get the kids in early with all those contests on-line and on the cartoon channels and pretty much everywhere around them. Sigh. What a pathetic little world we all live in when we
spend our days hoping for a jackpot of some sort in order to grab some happiness…
I have to make sure he learns the proper lessons as soon as possible before he gets into the true bug for spending money on lottery tickets, etc…
Saw the Stepford Wives this week. It was a “cute” and “entertaining” movie, but not one I would have spent full price on. It had some funny moments the best of which were due to Bette Midler. She is absolutely hysterical! 🙂 I have to get a screen capture of her dressed up as a Reindeer :>
It’s too bad about Matthew Broderick, though. His best movies have to be Ferris Bueller’s Day Off and Inspector Gadget. Those are the only type of roles which “work” for him, IMHO.
Hey! It’s Friday! Yay! :>
…woke up with a headache. guess it didn’t help that i went to bed late and was wide awake at 4am. still… even after 2 tylenols and a coffee, very little change. bah.
i tried to stop and smell the roses yesterday but got stung by a bee.
today, i’ll just stomp on that rose to avoid the pain of seeing the beauty but not being able to touch it.
and that’s my crazy thought for today.
It struck me last night that I’ve been having a rather difficult time de-stressing lately. With all that it seems that needs doing, and all the whirlwind events going on around me, I haven’t really been able to just STOP and live in the now. Every moment has been an aggravating exercise of looking ahead, at what’s upcoming. I seem to always be living in the 2-weeks from now mode. It’s like every day I’m thinking of the things that have to be done and the meetings/events I have to attend tomorrow, the day after, the day after that, next week. The closest I came to fully unwinding this weekend was late Sunday night as Chantale, her father, and I sat outside in his back yard, enjoying a Monte Cristo with a glass of Porto, chatting while her sister’s boyfriend fed the fire. Once it got late enough and the bloody mosquitos were gone, it was quite tranquil and enjoyable. Since that time (or at least since I woke up Monday morning) it fell back to “gotta get ready, gotta get to work, gotta rush for this, can’t stay late, gotta get home, gotta get to laval and watch the game, tomorrow’s the same except then there’s Parent’s Council, and then and then and then and then… ARGH.
*sigh*
Chantale and I got home pretty much at the same time last night, she from watching Shrek 2 with her dad and sister, me from the final Parent’s Council meeting. I admitted that I was way too restless and just couldn’t unstress properly so she plopped me down on the kitchen floor and we played fetch with Casey. It helped. 🙂 After that, we played a game of Skip-Bo before calling it a night. All that, plus catching the 8:04am train this morning has indeed helped.
Now, I just want to get through the day without thinking too much.
“Is it possible to live in such a world where everyone does what he pleases? No one is punished by God or man and no one has to earn a living? Are there such women who follow every whim? Men such foolish weaklings, succumb to every little desire, every little dream of happiness? Where are the honest husbands who work to earn their bread, who think of the best ways to protect their children from fate and the cruel world? Where are the people who understand a piece of cheese, a glass of wine, a warm house at the end of the day is reward enough? Who are these people who yearn for some mysterious happiness? What an uproar they make of life, what tragedies they brew up out of nothing… Everyone is responsible for everything he does.”
– Don Clericuzio, “The Last Don”, Mario Puzo.
“Mamma said there’d be days like this… there’d be days like this my Mamma said…”
of course… she never said there would be so many of them… or that they could last for so long…
so, i woke up to the news that Ray Charles was dead. not exactly a happy thought.
work turned out to be extremely explosive again (although not as bad as yesterday). luckily it all got sorted out now, BUT, i didn’t have the time to walk by crescent and see all the F1 fun-stuff they have there every year. a few guys around here went and obviously they all came back talking about all the hot cars and hot babes. one guy even stated that the outfits they were wearing were just too skin tight. he followed up with “when their clothes are so tight you can read their lips, they’re on TOO tight”. we’ll leave it at that.
and speaking of leaving, i’m glad to be doing so. honestly, it’s been an overall bad/ overwhelming/ stressful week at work and i’ll be glad for the break. not that there isn’t work to do at home, but at least that’s all about upkeeping the house which is always good (the stained deck, btw, is really incredible). so off i go to catch the metro/bus to pick up the car and get the kids!
enjoy the sunshine! someone should…
