Sometimes I do fun things. Today (yesterday, technically, but I haven't gone to bed yet, so whatever) I walked in to a business and didn't really 'make my pitch'. I just looked around. I did this for two reasons: 1) I wasn't really feeling salesy at the time, it was after 4:30 pm and quite hot. 2) there was a chess board. I haven't played chess in ( Read more... )

My tenuous grip on the reins seems to be slipping. Since my recent injury, and really, before that, I have fallen off track. Rather than going to the gym three nights out of the week, I haven't been inside it since Tuesday of last week. Rather than working hard in the field, I have found myself slacking. Rather than pursuing my interests or errands ( Read more... )

I find myself wishing to claw the eyes from my very head. I can't stop wanting to see. But if I were flatly incapable of seeing, would it really help? Or would the torture be all the worse for being denied what I so long for forever? What if things change?

I want destruction or salvation; this horrible lingering is unbearable.

Words I am entertained by:
gadzooks
hootananny
hullabaloo
buffoonery

Suggest your own!

Today in the course of my job I drove past the Tri-Weapon Club (or something like that, the name in its exactitude escapes me) in Baltimore. Those of you familiar with the establishment will appreciate my predicament. The flood of memory was nearly too much to bear. I nearly broke a commitment to myself in the minutes following my encounter with it ( Read more... )

I have to say that the hate mail received and published (as the FSM wishes) by the Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster is disturbing. It would be one thing if the letters were rude, or angry; that's to be expected. But what shocks me is the threats of violence and mal-will. How exactly these people are practicing the principles of tolerance and ( Read more... )

It's raining heavily outside, as it sometimes happens in Annapolis this time of year. When it rains, I love the view from my bathroom window, out over rooftops in downtown Annapolis. I sit on the edge of the bathtub and look out at the grey of the rooftops themselves, the reds of the bricks and metal siding, the many shades of white paint and ( Read more... )

From Nick ( Read more... )

The general pattern seems to indicate that I am one of the worst friends a person could ever have. I do wonder how much of that is self-fulfilling prophecy and how much depends on innate traits instead of subconsciously adopted ones, but regardless of the source of such action, I seem to have poor success with maintaining relationships past a few ( Read more... )

Sometimes, listening to my music collection is a rather trying experience.