Some things are starting to come back to me.
I had a different Art AP teacher my Sophomore and Junior years in HS than I did my Senior. That first teacher, Mr B, retired and went off to his house near the lake with his daughter and daughter. Of course Mr B did come back once in a while. He was friends with the other art teachers.
Senior year I saw him. He smirked and said "You're an asshole. But you're a talented asshole- and I respect that."
What a dick.
Everyone here's a smart kid.
You shrug, "I'm not that smart."
And you have a gift.
"Eh. I guess."
Why am I in at work at 6:50 in the morning on a Friday with no deadlines? Is it because I had to leave work for 2.5 hours yesterday afternoon to wait around for a Comcast tech who DID NOT COME?
Yes!
Today, In the Lab
Me: "A dolphin goes: 'Ort! Ort! Or- waitaminute. That's more of an otter. A dolphin really goes 'Eek! Eek! Eek!' A Manatee goes: 'Uhhh... I'm so fat! Where are my fat jeans?!?"
J: "C, don't you miss working in your office?"
C: "I don't get entertained when I sit up there."
Yesterday
I just saw the most important movie of the year and I think everyone should go see it.
It describes a cabal of oligarchs who, in a bid to maintain their grip on institutions have set up a tribunal with no transparency. They cast down judgment with no other recourse but the same institution. They provide no material of charge to the defendant and instead hide behind a curtain of noble and pure intentions.
nizo was prophetic in seeing the week I've been having. So I'm working on my condo, right? And I got me a nice runner to go through from my front door in my living room to my dining room (the major path of traffic in my place). Real deal. Got it from LL Bean. I ordered it last week and thought it would arrive this week Tuesday (after the holiday). How fucking wrong I was.
Monday
Caught a Bad One
Grime is dead, you can read about it in the news. Old, lying folded up in a suitcase at the side of the road. Only headless screams in memory telling of what tragedy happened here. I haven't come here to bury Grime. But I haven't come to say its eulogy either. The story I'm interested in is the one that seems to matter least: everything that existed outsid
So this is probably my one of only a few Cleveland Browns entries this year. It just is too much of a soulkilling occupation to have to write about a team that breaks your heart all the time. Last year I decided to try my George Costanza: do the exact opposite as every instinct I have is wrong. Sure, the Cleveland Browns still only had a 6-10 campaign but *shrugs* at least then I could drown my sorrows instead of reliving each aggravating loss.
"It is to love when it is not there; it is not there and that same abscess sucks down all the rest of you. The powerless, anxiety, furious white heat to be without- that is where love is kept." -Some Book No One Has Written
King of the Streets
Damn... turns out he just got diagnosed with Leukemia. Really, the guy was on this season of Entourage! He was still out there grinding!
Help spread the word by sending out personalized messages of Samuel L. Jackson demanding that you, yes you, should go see SNAKES ON A PLANE . Phonespam all your friends! We are just two weeks away from the reckoning!!!
Shoot me. Shoot me right in the goddamn face. I guess the Browns are going to beat out the Indians for breaking my heart: at least the Indians wait until the season to crush my hopes.
Reading back to Ian McShane, before this season of Deadwood on HBO, who was interviewed by the New York Times Arts & Leisure section, on how the dialogue in the show is so strange because where it was common in the period to speak with a single inversion in a sentence, David Milich is inclined to layer two or three inversions in a sentence.
Parents of the world, do not give your children the following first names:
Stellar rays prove fibbing never pays. Embezzlement is another matter.
