well this has been a 50 | 50 day, my job still sucks, but i just sent one of my best freelance pieces on it’s way to turkey. it’s beautifully printed.
so i’m pretty much cruising this evening. satisfaction comes in the simplest of sources sometimes.
in other news, i was listening to the radio in a taxi on the way home, and it was tuned to one of the religious stations and a pastor who shall be hereafter called ‘moreover’ rant about what a bunch of adulterous heathens all of us people who divorced and remarried but the kicker was about the woman’s role. basically, if your husband is beating you, stick around, it’s your biblical role to take some blows. i was in too good a mood to flip out, smack the taxi driver and demand he change that station.
which brings me to the question of the day, do people actually believe this? what sort of god would condone this?
this rant is brought to you by the letter M, used in words like magnificent, married, moral, mighty, moron, morose, munch, mental, mince, monday, meeting, mandate, more…
thank you and good night.
the number one reason to change your job…
today just before lunch, i stood outside my office waiting on a friend to meet me. i left for lunch, when i returned i was greeted by two police cars, an ambulance and a fire truck.
the pharmacy, one floor down, one doorway away from my office, had been robbed for the second time in as many weeks… this time they shot the cashier.
it’s bad enough that i don’t like my job but when shit like this happens, i’m taking it as a sign that i need to change employers.
… is when the money you’re getting paid is not worth risking you life.
this blog is brought to you today by the letter: G
‘G’ is the first letter in the words: generous, giving, gregarious, gracious, gargantuan, gothic, galvanise, gather, goad, gore, gonad, glorious, glowing, gay, gray, grain, genius.
nothing like mental stimuli to get the day started, please feel free to contribute you words. if i don’t find a way to keep myself entertained, i’ll hate myself even more for going to this crappy job.
do you have any idea what it feels like to look at you pay cheque and laugh hysterically. i’m obviously not cut out for this, i hope i hear something from that other interview soon, i’m unchallenged and making money i could make freelance in less than 8 hours.
this sucks, not in a good way, but with teeth and the fumblings of an unwilling teenager.
i owe, i owe, so it’s off to work i go…
today has been a very relaxing and enjoyable day. finished the ‘his dark materials’ series, just started a gift from my wife – a richard brautigan trilogy, it had been languishing at the bottom of a box of books she sent me. i love discovering new book. the SK has taken a back seat for the moment.
moving on…
it’s hot as hell, it’s night and it’s still in the 30s, is it the end of the world?
i used to worry about the future of the country/planet, but of late, i’ve met quite a few people, young and not so young who have rekindled my little faith in humanity. congrats to all of my new friends. you know who you are.
on another unrelated note…
samauri jack rocks. it’s quite possibly one of the best animated series on television. yes i’m a cartoon watcher. avid too. you have a problem with that?
anyway, i have a good book calling me.
question everything.
everything… but love.
love is the glue that binds us. love protects from the slings of outrageous fortune and shields us from malice. love strengthens us. love is all.
depression comes in waves, i was perfectly fine this afternoon, now i’m barely keeping it together.
i think it’s friday night, it does it to me. i would really like to go out and get stinkingly drunk, actually that’s a lie what i really want to do is getting fucked senseless, but that doesn’t look likely in the immediate future. sigh. heavy, world fucking weary sigh.
moving on… crack kills!
hipster pants are not for everyone, just as plumbers butt is unappealing…ugly drawers and poor grooming are equally unappealing.
i’m off to direct this surfeit of energy into something productive.
i hate being broke. not just regular broke, ketch ass broke, down to my last dollar. sigh.
coupled with this my hormones are in a frenzy… i work in an office filled with women… today was mini skirts, tight pants and low tops day. wonderful eye candy but… it’s really not doing much for me… and for those of you that don’t not me too well, i’m not gay. i’m not entirely straight either but it’s not like it’s any of your fucking business either way.
moving on, i’ve been avoiding talking about the war, just in case the government is spying on me, but fuck… i have to get this off my chest
us gov and multinational corporations will be responsible for rebuilding iraq?
that’s like giving enron execs you bank account number and telling them to leave the money alone. like that is ever going to fucking happen.
relationships… not that i’m an expert, but i think you can’t plan out a relationship, part of what makes it work is spontaneity and the surprises along the way. you find someone that makes you happy. trying to define what you’re looking for in your partner, down to their bank balance and what they wear, is not necessarily a good thing. but that’s just my opinion.
thank you and good night.
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.
well, well, well…
in truly onanistic fashion, i’ve decided to start a blog…
this will be my forum for the truly vitriolic, sometimes manic depressive or generally lascivious thoughts that pop unbidden in to my mind. i hope those of you that visit find it appealing, instructive and/or entertaining and if not, tough titty. it’s my mind.
one more thing, if i’ll be doing this properly, this spelling on this thing is going to be attrocious, i’m going to be typing as the thoughts come to me but again, if you don’t like it…
fuck you and the horse you rode in on.
so is it obvious that i have nothing but fluff in my mind already?
…this is also a golden opportunity for me to brag about what i’m reading currently…
dreamcatcher – stephen king (this is actually a reread, thinking about going to see the movie, not because i want to but i’m hoping the animatrix short film – final flight of the osiris, but this is trinidad, so that’s not very likely… lost my train of thought… right… i’m rereading this, not one of SKs best books but it beats a sharp poke in the eye and i’ve started it already…)
the subtle knife – philip pullman (veddy nice children’s book, quite enjoying it for the first time, more on it later…)
what i’m worth…
i went to a job interview today… and i was told i was selling myself cheap. i still feel pretty good, in all today has been one of my best days for a long time.
i got some sort of validation, but it had to be from an italian guy, who doesn’t speak english very well. why is it that being a graphic artist in this country means it’s your lot to suffer… clients who take forever to pay, or not at all, and the almighty ‘just’…
as in ‘why don’t you ‘just’ come up with a new design?’
i would, if they make up their fucking minds and figure out what they want.
my current job sucks, badly, with teeth. i’m not sure if it’s my boss, who is kind of vapid, or the general discontent and malaise of the staff or the fact that i have to account for every fucking pencil, piece of paper, envelope. christ, there is conservative and down right fucking cheap.
these people are so fucking cheap.
