Stories. November 14, 2007

I like stories built like houses, strong on the bottom, moving upwards towards the top.
Not stories; like modern paintings, with brush strokes that have no basis on the brush strokes before them. But are only built for people to marvel at, and not for people to reside in.

Your page is a desperate whore. November 13, 2007

I was using StumbleUpon tonight. I found a site, a joke site. The jokes were funny, and I got to thinking. The site seemed old, sort of quaint. Not very snazzy.
A lot of the newer sites are like desperate whores. They plead for you to click on them, and “just [...]

Perforating my mother’s roof. November 9, 2007

I’m a carpenter.
My mother wants a skylight. She decided on a opening light that will have a splayed opening into her small studio. Today I cut a hole in her perfectly good roof and put the skylight in. It really is a lovely addition to her small studio.
It’s lovely to be able [...]

Depression. November 9, 2007

I am depressed.
This isn’t the first time I’ve been depressed, I’ve lived with it since I entered puberty. A time coincidently, that was the end of my parents marriage and the beginning of ten years smoking pot five times a day. I don’t smoke any more, and my parents are still very divorced.
Being [...]

Bolo. November 6, 2007

I used to play a game called Bolo on my mom’s old LC II.
It’s the only thing I want for my gaming pleasure on my MacBook. I’ve tried Q emulation for winBolo, but don’t have a copy of XP to install. CrossOver doesn’t work. I get the program running, but the screen [...]

Family can be a fucking headache. November 5, 2007

Just got home from a dinner with my mother, her boyfriend, my fiancee, her father and mother.
And now I’m on the phone with my brother talking about my dad.
If my grandparents call now, I won’t be surprised.
I feel tired, and I bet the majority of the people at dinner feel the same.  It was a [...]

Sometimes I like to watch myself suffer. November 3, 2007

Instead of eating, I’ll go hungry. I’ll hold off taking a piss. I’ll not do the laundry.
And it doesn’t feel great. I mean, I have a toilet. I put it in just for pissing. And shitting too, but yeah, being able to piss was a major reason for hacking together [...]

Searching for a starting place. November 3, 2007

I’m presently sitting in a local coffeeshop. There is the high whine of the coffee machinery in the air above me, the people thanking each other, and clinking silverware and mugs. The light slants in through the leaves and the Halloween themed window paintings.
There is talk about the future behind me.
I don’t want [...]