i want to thank the academy and all the little people for all the feedback i’ve gotten so far, this has been my lifelong dream… blah, blah, blah, blah…
ok, so i’m having a little too much fun. but this week is shaping up quite nicely, the good news abounds, i’m a little cautious, because after all this good news something is almost guaranteed to bite me in the ass.
i don’t want to harp, but i hate my fucking job. it bites ass. i spent most of today, working on some logos without a real brief. that’s like someone telling you… draw a picture, not telling you what they want to see and then telling you they don’t like it.
more to come later. it’s time for the mail check and then off to watch charmed on TNT.
a brief word about cable television…
why is it the more channels you have the less you have to watch. i’m not one of the millions addicted to law and order so after the x-files and charmed on tnt. i’m left with skimming the channels looking for something to watch. i’m avoiding the news, sorry did i say news the propaganda channels, still searching… nevermind, switched off the tv.
listening to drift and die by puddle of mudd as i read the vapid posts on the guardian boards.
my god, where do they find these people, i have never come across a more self righteous, self involved, bigoted, close-minded people. oh lord. i get the feeling that some of them are very young, but if you try to share an opinion they don’t agree with they resort to name calling. sigh, i guess it was too much to hope for intelligent conversation.
i think this would be a good a time as any to put in my pick for the greatest short story of all time…
“There was a merchant in Bagdad who sent his servant to market to buy provisions and in a little while the servant came back, white and trembling, and said, Master, just now when I was in the market-place I was jostled by a woman in the crowd and when I turned I saw it was death that jostled me. She looked at me and made a threatening gesture; now, lend me your horse, and I will ride away from this city and avoid my fate.
I will go to Samarra and there death will not find me. The merchant lent him his horse and the servant mounted it and dug his spurs in its flanks and as fast as the horse could gallop he went. Then the merchant went down to the market-place and he saw me standing in the crowd and he came to me and said, Why did you make a threatening gesture to my servant when you saw him this morning? That was not a threatening gesture, I said, it was only a start of surprise. I was astonished to see him in Bagdad, for I had an appointment with him tonight in Samarra.”
email me your opinions and picks.
why are people so afraid of sexuality?
anything that they don’t approve of is deemed obscene or gross. i find pedophelia and anything involving children offensive, but excluding that anything two consenting adults decide to do on their own that’s fine. there are a couple of things that i haven’t done and have no interest in trying but that doesn’t mean i’m going pass judgement on them.
where do these judgemental, prudes come from? and why must they foist their backwards opinions on people? is there a special training facility for these morons? and what is troubling is not just men, there are women who encourage this behaviour.
hmmm, i’m not being much better here, am i? sigh. sometimes i get carried away.
my advice to you, go out and be happy.