Month: August 2006

I says to Leon: “My womern’s movin’ up here, so’s I gots to be findin’ a new place big enough for the both of us.”

an’ Leon says: “Now is that right, you’re gonna be leavin’ us!?!”

an’ I says: “Yep. I’m ‘fraid so.”

and Leon [while reposturing himself to deliver yet another one of his frequently recited 15 minute parables] says: “Growing up in Kansas, people said that I’d fight anyone, anywhere at the drop of a hat. But I was quick to correct them see, and I said to ’em: ‘Wrong, I don’t need no hat!'”

an’ I thinks: “Where in God’s scortched earth is he goin’ with this one.”

an’ Leon continues: “Back in school there was this [Racial epithet for black person] wantin’ to get with this pretty white girl, see. I, and the rest of us decent folk, were outraged.”

an’ I thinks: “Um… not that I’m surprised Leon is a hate spewin’ racist, but how can I escape this tactfully so that he doesn’t sick a lynch mob after me for having ‘racial sympathies’.”

an’ I says: “We’ll Leon I’ve got a seal to club, so I’ve gotta get going…”

an’ Leon says: “Even though that girl didn’t think much of me it was my responsibility to give that [epithet] what for! So I pulled him aside and clocked ’em one good.”

an’ I says:

It’s Friday and my mindset will not permit me to focus on work. I watched a truly boring, stupid and complete-waste-of-my-viewing-attention movie last night: Basic Instinct 2. Now I did anticipate that it would suck based on the carefully orchestrated media blitz of Sharon Stone that preceded its release combined with the complete lack of any mention of her and the movie when it finally hit theaters. Her acting was hammy and bad. And the dialog, while intending to be clever and intense, was much too deliberate and flat. I would have fallen asleep at the “climax” had my laptop (on which I was watching the masterpiece) not slipped of my chest and thudded on the floor.

Good times.

Man, it seems that every coffee shop that I frequent these days spins Ziggy Stardust at some point during the duration of my stay. I love myself some David Bowie, so no complaints here. But other that The Life Acquatic, has there been any recent events that have spawned this renewed reverence for the man and his music?

I’m not even going to pretend that this blog is a priority of mine anymore. I very much regret all the things on which I’ve flaked since devoting my time to higher learning.

[sigh]

Depression has reared it’s ugly head many times this past year but I’ve managed to avoid the downward spiral and maintain an optimistic outlook. But these days, I’ve been feeling that I’ve been due some happiness for quite some time but it has yet to arrive.

The older I get, and the more that I do, the less satisfaction I gain from my accomplishments. Happiness seems to be more elusive than it ever has been for me. But when I remind myself of all the truly fantastic people in my life, and all the people that I will meet in the future, I feel better.

To my once frequent readers: I miss you and wish you the best.