I Can't Twitter
I don't have a Twitter account anyway. This morning I have found reason to Twitter. Throughout the day little things occur to me and I wish I could share them with the world. However, they're too short (in my opinion) for a 'blog post. I think I'm gonna collect them for a while.
- I hate the news. It's depressing. It's pablum. Story on CNN: Wildfire Turns Deadly! Really? It turned deadly? Was the wildfire a family pet that suddenly went crazy and attacked the baby? I am jealous, too. There's some guy with a degree getting paid shitloads of money to write blurbs for their scrollbar. he obviously can't spell or use a spellchecker. Grammar is a lost art. You would think a journalism agency could get it right! You'd think they might check things before broadcasting them internationally. If they can't check their facts...why would they check their grammar?
- I think I just stole a guy's bagel. He pulled his bagel from the back of the toaster queue. Mine was the last one in. There was a bagel in the front of the queue. I assumed he was taking mine, so I commented. He gave up the bagel. On my way back to my desk I realized this wasn't my bagel. Someone else stole mine and I passed the favor along. I feel bad.
- I have come to realize I no longer want to have kids.
- I should spend some serious time learning nautical lore. It turns out knowing more about the timeline of nautical exploration and the how's & why's of sailing has bearing on much more than one would think. I love learning.
- I like French music. Not the pop stuff (though Alisée and Mylene Farmer are welcome in my bedroom any time), but the Chanson style. I like some of the more modern Chanson music as well.
- I tend to get sad and then depressed about the middle of my day. I don't know how to explain it. It doesn't seem to matter what the beginning of the day holds. I'm pondering various ideas about what may be causing this.
- At least once a day I have a burning desire to be a Renaissance Fair actor full-time.
- My job feels like a prison.