Archive for July, 2011
I need more coffee
In prison with just three walls
The cubicle kills
Why do I do this to myself? I put in a disk or start a playlist I know contains that song. It’s the saddest song ever written! It’s like watching the beginning of “Up” and the end of “Moulin Rouge” all day. So yeah I know this isn’t the second part of my Florida Supercon review you were expecting which is involved and coming soon once I edit the now more than a thousand words it has evolved into but finishing it has been down on my list of late.
What do these two things have in common?
I fixate a lot on death and making sure I live the shit out of life before it’s gone. My life. And the life of my dearest friend, Angie. She’s my wife yet “friend”, “wife” or any other common term will never do her justice. “Sihaya” is close and what’s amazing is that she knows what that means and where it’s from. If you do then you have caught the tiniest glimpse of what we have. It’s more than love, it is indescribable. As the indescribable grows, as it brightens, with every year I grow older most things have begun to pale. I started playing Red Dead Redemption recently and have become addicted. Angie and I both have. She watches as I ride all over that expansive digital frontier most times way past our bedtime. We laugh and we’re shocked or even confused but always excited. We realized last night that we too, like John Marston, have been all the way out West and to Mexico and up North as well. We’ve had so many adventures in the short time we’ve known each other. We also know we’ll never be able to do everything we’ll ever want to before time runs out on us. It’s for that reason we often put aside things we should probably be doing in order to roll around naked or watch an episode of “Adventure Time” or play video games. We have had some of the grandest adventures all over the world, we’ve had even more in our own little backyard.
Samuel Barber’s beautiful composition evokes in me a prescient vision of a time God willing many, many years from now when only one of us will be left to sit outside and look at the stars, only one of us will watch the “Iron Giant” for the 23rd time, only one of us will ride from Blackwater to Escalera. I choose though not to dwell too long in this vision lest it rob me of the zest and zeal my “right now” deserves. Right now I don’t need to stress about work, I don’t need to blog everyday, I don’t need fix that leaky toilet, or do laundry or the dishes. I don’t need to worry about any sad “someday”. These things can easily take priority if you let them. Right now I need to look down and see that she is holding my hand and remember that’s more important than anything to me.
Flying and whining
Weenie second in command
Starscream you’re a bitch
First the possibility of a commemorative statue in Detroit and now this! Nothing’s set in stone with Pine but it seems like the movie is gonna roll regardless. A PG-13 would kill it for me but it’s too early to tell which way they’ll go for sure. Either A) let’s make a tweeny soft core action flick that’ll rake in millions or B) a good movie. Let’s all go get our chrome cyborg cop armor polished and hope for the latter.
That ass Damon Baird,
From the goggles comes the truth,
So listen and learn.