I work behind a dark heavy, big-ass mahogany desk. There is a lampshade on my right and a notebook on my left. In front of me, a checklist with titles of books I was cross-referencing for the Old Man ( Read more... )

I'm really less inspired than ever to actually work with these new ugly walls. And I see that my week off has done nothing to improve the smell.

Come back, Old Man, and fix things. Come back!

Instead of working, I read the following:

Indians blame mystery attacks on UFOs


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Watching a documentary about Jazz last night, got all emotional over the story of Bix BeiderbeckAll his life looking for approval of his father, who wanted him to study and perform classical music. All his life segregated from the black artists that were creating jazz music, forced to play with uninspired white ensembles. Slowly descending into ( Read more... )

I'm still recovering from last week's trip with Stephen - as soon as I left the city, I started feeling ill and I'm afraid this made me rather poor company. We started bickering, and I felt like he was hounding me, talking about rather strange things (paranoid ranting: There are these guys following you, dude! You've joined a cult, dude! They're ( Read more... )

What do I have to do to people comment on my posts, eh? Do I have to keep eating bugs??

Last night I met Phil for some beers. He was really into politics. I was surprised to find out how little I know (or, frankly, care) about what's going on in the world. Whenever I see someting in the news, there's always this immediate response in my brain: You have other things to worry about. I mentioned this to Phil and he said "Oh, yeah, that ( Read more... )

STARLING
She had an insect deliberately inserted in her throat. Now that hasn't been made public yet. We don't know what it means.
DR. LECTER
Was it a butterfly?
STARLING
Yes. A moth... Just like the one we found in Benjamin Raspail's head an hour ago. Why does he place them there, doctor?
DR. LECTER
The significance of the moth is change. ( Read more... )

I have been looking outside the window for the past 20 minutes, staring at the cars passing by on the street. I was thinking about how they resembled lymphocytes, red blood cells and platelets flowing fast inside vases - the streets. For a minute there I could see the traffic lights as heart valves, switching from closed to open and back. Like if I ( Read more... )

Exciting day at work. Boss sent me a letter saying he's still gonna be away for one week. He's in a spa, he says, now I would have to see it to believe. And now I just pictured him with two slices of cucumber upon his eyes and the face covered with mud, and I cannot stop giggling ( Read more... )

If I had a metal band, I'd call it "Vicious Achronychal Depression by Dogs". Or perhaps "Vaginal Goat". Oh boy, it's a strange, strange world...