Haha, check out what mistressmissy dug up. Behold, the glory that was Sarc.
You know, reading some of those old entries takes me back, and makes me a little nostalgic. I must admit, I was an awesome writer back then. What the hell happened to me since? I can barely string together two words to indicate how I feel anymore. Cavemen point and laugh at my communication skills
... So yeah, if any of you lovely people remember me from way back when, just send me an add, and we'll catch up real quick-like. You may have to jog my memory a bit because I am getting kinda old and senile.
So within the span of two weeks, both my ipod and my zune crapped out on me. I was aghast at having nothing to listen to on my way to, from, and during work. So what does one do when electronic devices fail? Buy newer and better, of course! And buy I did. I'm holding in my hot little hands a brand spanking new 80-gig ipod classic. Yeah, bitches! I'm currently in the process of uploading my entire music collection onto it, and will take it for a short test drive while I do the dishes later.
One thing I did notice about my lack of music, though: I noticed for perhaps the first time in a long time that I was actually in the world instead of just moving through it. I could hear things, I could see people interact, I could feel a sense of community around me. Usually I'd just strap on my headphones and trot briskly to my destination, ignoring or avoiding anything in my way. Today on my way to work, I had a short conversation with a neighbor about her dog, I said hi to a blind woman waiting for the bus, I actually appreciated the hustle and bustle of downtown rush hour rather than just trying to get through it. Don't get me wrong, I love my music, but I need to be careful not to let it isolate me from the world I live in.
I've also had a situation come up fairly recently that's got me perplexed and somewhat intrigued at the same time. It all started when a manager at my work saw me frazzled at the end of a work day. She asked if I was all right, and I simply responded that it had been a long day, and I just needed to get away from that place and clear my head. She smiled coyly and said "You just need a good stiff drink at my place!" (She lives only a few blocks from work). Thinking this a joke, I just laughed and said "right", and proceeded to trek home. It never once crossed my mind that she might have been serious. Ever since then, she occasionally seems to be sending me hints and subtle flirts, but I play the dumbass and either don't pick up on them, or don't play along. Why? 1) Because I know fuck-all when it comes to the illustrious female art of sending signals, and 2) getting involved with someone in a higher position at my job is a dangerous prospect. I tend not to get involved with co-workers, as it gets really messy if things don't work out. Plus the fact that upper management would have a major hissy-fit if they found out. I think that would definitely be construed as "favoritism." Still, the idea intrigues me... and I do find her attractive. It's fun just to toy with the idea and see what lengths she'll go to get my attention. In fact, just today, she calls me into her office from across the sales floor, and asks me if there's any good festivals to go to this weekend. Um, what the hell. She could have asked any number of sales people walking by the same question, but she chose me. If that's not an invitation, I don't know what is. So now I ask for your input, oh females of the SG world. Do you think she's dropping hints like they're hot, or am I just living in a dream world and reading too much into it?
Wow, this is a really long entry. Sorry, all you short-attention spanners. It won't be too much longer...
So yeah, I've been working on two screenplays lately. That's right, I haven't entirely given up on my film career just yet. I may be old, but I've still got some creative juices flowing in the old noggin. Plus, Kurt Vonnegut published his first book at age 40. And Kurt Vonnegut was a badass. Are you saying I'm too old to be a badass? I direct you back to my friend Kurt Vonnegut. But yes... screenplays... two of them. They're Incredibly cliched mashups, but they're my incredibly cliched mashups, dammit! One's a horror-scifi hybrid, and the other is a love letter to geek culture. The only question is which to spend more of my time on? I love the geeky one, but I think I love it a little too much, and need to step back a bit, lest it become just a collection of lame pop culture references. And the sci-fi one is currently just a straight by-the-numbers monster flick. I'll definitely need to tackle it a bit more before I would even consider it passable. I do have some ideas though, Oh yes I do...
So I've got a date with the doc on Wednesday morning. Perhaps then we can figure out what the heck is wrong with me. It might simply be stress, or it might be a great big ulcer worrying its way into my stomach. Hopefully, it'll be a quick diagnosis and an easy fix. I trust my doc more than I trust those ER quacks. I just wish I could relieve this pressure in my chest for the time being.
Wow, I think we've made it to the end. I've exhausted all my topics for now. I'll see you kickass folks later. Peace & much love.
You know, reading some of those old entries takes me back, and makes me a little nostalgic. I must admit, I was an awesome writer back then. What the hell happened to me since? I can barely string together two words to indicate how I feel anymore. Cavemen point and laugh at my communication skills
... So yeah, if any of you lovely people remember me from way back when, just send me an add, and we'll catch up real quick-like. You may have to jog my memory a bit because I am getting kinda old and senile.So within the span of two weeks, both my ipod and my zune crapped out on me. I was aghast at having nothing to listen to on my way to, from, and during work. So what does one do when electronic devices fail? Buy newer and better, of course! And buy I did. I'm holding in my hot little hands a brand spanking new 80-gig ipod classic. Yeah, bitches! I'm currently in the process of uploading my entire music collection onto it, and will take it for a short test drive while I do the dishes later.
One thing I did notice about my lack of music, though: I noticed for perhaps the first time in a long time that I was actually in the world instead of just moving through it. I could hear things, I could see people interact, I could feel a sense of community around me. Usually I'd just strap on my headphones and trot briskly to my destination, ignoring or avoiding anything in my way. Today on my way to work, I had a short conversation with a neighbor about her dog, I said hi to a blind woman waiting for the bus, I actually appreciated the hustle and bustle of downtown rush hour rather than just trying to get through it. Don't get me wrong, I love my music, but I need to be careful not to let it isolate me from the world I live in.
I've also had a situation come up fairly recently that's got me perplexed and somewhat intrigued at the same time. It all started when a manager at my work saw me frazzled at the end of a work day. She asked if I was all right, and I simply responded that it had been a long day, and I just needed to get away from that place and clear my head. She smiled coyly and said "You just need a good stiff drink at my place!" (She lives only a few blocks from work). Thinking this a joke, I just laughed and said "right", and proceeded to trek home. It never once crossed my mind that she might have been serious. Ever since then, she occasionally seems to be sending me hints and subtle flirts, but I play the dumbass and either don't pick up on them, or don't play along. Why? 1) Because I know fuck-all when it comes to the illustrious female art of sending signals, and 2) getting involved with someone in a higher position at my job is a dangerous prospect. I tend not to get involved with co-workers, as it gets really messy if things don't work out. Plus the fact that upper management would have a major hissy-fit if they found out. I think that would definitely be construed as "favoritism." Still, the idea intrigues me... and I do find her attractive. It's fun just to toy with the idea and see what lengths she'll go to get my attention. In fact, just today, she calls me into her office from across the sales floor, and asks me if there's any good festivals to go to this weekend. Um, what the hell. She could have asked any number of sales people walking by the same question, but she chose me. If that's not an invitation, I don't know what is. So now I ask for your input, oh females of the SG world. Do you think she's dropping hints like they're hot, or am I just living in a dream world and reading too much into it?
Wow, this is a really long entry. Sorry, all you short-attention spanners. It won't be too much longer...
So yeah, I've been working on two screenplays lately. That's right, I haven't entirely given up on my film career just yet. I may be old, but I've still got some creative juices flowing in the old noggin. Plus, Kurt Vonnegut published his first book at age 40. And Kurt Vonnegut was a badass. Are you saying I'm too old to be a badass? I direct you back to my friend Kurt Vonnegut. But yes... screenplays... two of them. They're Incredibly cliched mashups, but they're my incredibly cliched mashups, dammit! One's a horror-scifi hybrid, and the other is a love letter to geek culture. The only question is which to spend more of my time on? I love the geeky one, but I think I love it a little too much, and need to step back a bit, lest it become just a collection of lame pop culture references. And the sci-fi one is currently just a straight by-the-numbers monster flick. I'll definitely need to tackle it a bit more before I would even consider it passable. I do have some ideas though, Oh yes I do...
So I've got a date with the doc on Wednesday morning. Perhaps then we can figure out what the heck is wrong with me. It might simply be stress, or it might be a great big ulcer worrying its way into my stomach. Hopefully, it'll be a quick diagnosis and an easy fix. I trust my doc more than I trust those ER quacks. I just wish I could relieve this pressure in my chest for the time being.
Wow, I think we've made it to the end. I've exhausted all my topics for now. I'll see you kickass folks later. Peace & much love.
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It really just gives me an excuse to eat and drink beer
I hope it gets accepted too. I'm ridiculously nervous.