Listening to Homegenic, slowly processing the weekend.  Apologies first ( Read more... )

I am hugely distracted at all times and my productivity is suffering dismally because of it.  I'm not sure if this is a new development or if it has always been the case, but it's driving me fuckin' crazy right now.  I think i need to lock myself in a dark box for a while, til I can string a few coherent thoughts together again, at least.

It's no way to live.  She's like 20 and she weighs like 45 pounds.  She's gotta drink ensure to survive.  She can't move to los angeles, even a minor earthquake would shatter her.  It's no way to die.  Who will pick up the pieces in city of millions who only know how to act like they're helping?  Better to stay where flooding is the major concern ( Read more... )

Got the shivers over the state of things.  Not much that can be said about it, and that's at least half the problem.  A subtle state of shock lays down and across everybody, makes them act the way superstitious folks would expect a full moon to make them be.  Dull and skittish, flinching at shots that aren't being fired.  Makes them tired.  Which ( Read more... )

After the surprise easter egg hunt, some of us stayed outside on the deck.  While the conversation was going to be suffocatingly stuffy and stale no matter what, there was no reason the air need be.

What happens to the mind that it gets so hung up on the service life of patio furniture and things of that nature?

The horse that [prominent politician or pundit] is beating has been dead for so long that zoologists wouldn't even recognize it as a species of horse ( Read more... )

Smoke out on the horizon today. Been a while. Didn't guess the distance right, it was much farther off than I'd thought, maybe eight miles instead of four. Tuned in to the EMS dispatch stream to see what was up. Came to it late and couldn't figure out exactly what was going on, but it was a fire, and no one was injured. Might have been a mulch farm ( Read more... )

This is roughly where I ought to be, in this deliciously large text field, tap tap tapping away, with the only feedback being the echo of my keystrokes. Maybe I will stay a little longer this time.

Look at this, a blank text field! I don't have anything to put in it, but I was just strolling by and noticed it, and, well, I've got to scribble something down. Can't resist. It's like a slab of wet concrete. If I could just smash my hand onto the screen and have a hand print show up, I'd do it.

I can't and won't do this justice at this hour, because I'm being told that I have to be awake soon for dim sum, but I feel compelled to jot something down for fear that later I'll assume that I dreamt up the whole experience ( Read more... )