Tuesday, October 31, 2006

post-halloweenishness

it is now officially no longer halloween.
and i am officially sad.
pass me the chocolate please

halloweenishness

i think i may have discovered why i love halloween.
refined sugar... that and high fructose corn syrup... i know, i know, it's like pumping gasoline into your veins and in the long run ends up leading to type 2 diabetes and all kinds of other nasty stuff.
but it's SSOOOOOO GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD...
and it get's me WIRED. it's better than crack. i think i'm honestly easier to get along with after i've had a few candy bars... not that i'm all that difficult to begin with, but it puts me in a great mood. and hey, it's legal! you can even eat a chocolate bar while you are driving! AND there is no minimum age, so you can corrupt those little youngins. sugar is always more fun with friends... and more acceptable:
you are a sugarholic...
NO! i'm simply a social... sugar... user...

i can stop anytime i want to.

Wednesday, October 18, 2006

separation anxiety

It has been almost a month since i last wrote on this blog. Perhaps because i had little to personally contribute in the way of global betterment. Or perhaps i could not find my computer under the piles (nay, heaps) of junk in the room that i so lovingly refer to as my office. It would be more accurate to call it 'that room that i stick stuff that i'll have to get to sooner or later, but for the time being i am more than comfortable letting it all sit on the chair/desk/bookshelf'

Let's look around and see what kind of clutter is littering this room, shall we?

A great number of CDs are on the floor...most in cases...the rest piled precariously on top of each other.

Camera parts and pieces (lenses, bodies, filters, etc.) ...everywhere. They are mostly confined to an open dresser drawer.

One skateboard

One lasso

One ironing board

A few power tools...like a drill, a router, and a dremel...

Old yearbooks from high school that belong in the garage

One matcutter and an assortment of matboard

One guitar that i never quite learned how to play

A bazillion photos in envelopes waiting to be scanned

And just about anything else that you could ever find a need for, including a germinating avocado seed.

I'm not exactly a packrat, because i do throw/give things away, but each and every item has a kind of purgatoryish waiting period that is required before it's actual value can be determined.

This is my haven people. My cave that i can crawl back to at the end of the day. If anything it is a space to be alone, as no other person in their right mind would ever venture inside.

 

remains

Gina said today that she wished that she had a real sponge in the shower, for soaping and the like. I have a fake sponge, which is not really accurate, it is actually a real synthetic sponge, or perhaps a synthetic reproduction of an organic sponge. But an organic sponge is really the remnants of a once living creature, so really i shower with an artificial reproduction of the postmortem remains of a marine invertebrate. She prefers the actual remains. I don't know which is more strange.