General Apathy

is currently the commander-in-chief of my professional life.

Deadline pressure has, in the past, caused me to perform more efficently. This seems to no longer be the case. I have become perfectly content with completing a task later than expected (provided that it causes no consternation for my coworkers, of course... i am still non-confrontational enough to avoid that kind of scene).

Unfortunately for you, my adoring bloggies, this translates into sporadic opportunities to glimpse the inner workings of my complex psyche, as blogging only happens on the clock.

Please accept my sincerest apologies.

A request for forgiveness is usually accompanied by a pledge to remedy the offending behavior. Kindly do not cause your own disappointment in the future by expecting this to be true.

In other news, my wife has recently learned how to kill someone, four times in a row, in approximately 2.5 seconds. This is frightening. However, at the end of the day, I am glad that she knows this and roughly 50? other methods of ending or decreasing the quality of an attacker's life, because I can rest easier.

Perspective time. Moose is a green sash in kung fu. Next comes blue, then purple, brown and black; the earning of each sash requires the mastery of an increasing number of techniques, forms, etc. (this is based on my limited knowledge of the art-please correct any fallacies). This means that wearing a purple sash indicates that you can exploit the many weaknesses of the human body in approximately 150ish ways.

Now, there are a handful of purple sashes in Moose's school that are less than 12 years old. Granted, martial arts bring discipline and centering, and the instructors are very aware of the maturity level of their students. But I was 10 years old once. Kids are cruel. When someone else is humiliating you, it is difficult to keep your cool.

All that said, I think it is better to know how to defend yourself (and others) from bad people. As I look back on this writing and prepare to push the "publish post" button, I don't know what point I was trying to make, if any.

Good night. Talk to you next year.

spf.

Miracles

It had been raining for three days straight. The freeway was worse than usual. He took the back roads to work, as he always did when he was late, and this morning he was really late.
He popped in a new CD, one that a friend had lent him. It was shiny music, the kind that pulls you unwillingly out of a funk. An extra half-hour doesn't really matter after sleeping in for two hours, so he decided to grab a waffle at his favorite breakfast place. He turned left seventy-five feet before driving into the ocean and followed the train tracks south.
Looking for a parking spot, he noticed something that required immediate action. There were spaces in front of the cafe, on the other side of the street. Despite the rain, he basked in the glow of the parking gods and prepared to break the laws necessary to capitalize on his good fortune.
As he slowed, he saw something he had never seen before. Beyond the perfect parking spot, beyond the rose bushes, beyond the patio, he saw sky. Where the cafe should have been. He dropped his eyes and saw a bright yellow bulldozer shining in the morning sun, moving slowly over piles of rubble. At once failing to comprehend and understanding completely, he felt the weight of the week resume its place on his shoulders, and kept driving. He looked back once, but knew that he didn't have to.
He turned the stereo off. He didn't feel like listening to anything anymore.

i'm starting to think this was a very. big. mistake.

my inbox was full this morning - full of emails informing me of the comments certain people had made on my blog.

what started as a timesaving measure (to avoid the 16 steps necessary to comment anonymously to other people's blogs) has become a forum for people to mock me.

as if i don't have enough of those already.

by the way, in my own defense, i did have the decency to post in my own time zone on monday. plus, AMQ-F (moose hereafter for simplicity and avoision of the shift key) reminded me of the secret that i was guarding.

avoision is a word, dammit!

i'm doing this for a reason...

...but i don't know what it is.

something happened this weekend, and amanda said she wouldn't blog about it only if i had posted before she did this morning.

so here it is.




ha.

what the hell have i done?

i have made approximately 20 journal entries in my life. including mandatory ones for high school. i don't have any idea what makes me think i want to start now. or to share them with nameless faceless people.

mostly i just wanted a name to post comments with.