jerk it out
Big damn snowstorm and we didn't even get a snow day. That's one whole weekend WASTED.
My employer neglected to mention I got a $1 raise, which means I now get paid $10 an hour to blank out in front of AIM on a padded chair every week.
Still I was glad of distraction on the way to work this afternoon, when a young man accosted me with glorious green eyes and a glossy pamphlet featuring serif logo of 'CHILDREN OF SATAN IV' and a photograph of Cheney on the cover. He had dropped out of college to save the world. He was so cold his freckles were turning blue.
It did occur to me that his type was insufferably self-righteous, meddlesome and annoying, not to mention the vocabulary of his philosophy was confusing as Hell.
"What do you think is the universal principle of gravity?"
"Two objects drawn together on some planar thing ionno physics"
"That's the effect, but why? There's a principle behind everything and schools don't teach you those."
"If I punch you in the face and it hurts is that a principle?"
"No. No that's the effect."
"What do you think would be the principle?"
I sassed him a lot, but he gets props for sticking to it good-naturedly. I admit I've always had a soft spot for the world-savers, the world-shakers and the music-makers, as it were, and I like the stupid ones almost as much as the ones who are actually brave. Besides, he did make some seemingly objective points about economic theory, modern education, capitalism, and the toll it's taking on productivity and infrastructure, the relevancy to human comfort and survival, they just got lost among his human-supremacist USA-centric anti-existentialist anti-postmodern nonconformist humanitarian rhetoric. We swapped contact information.
Did I mention his eyes? Years ago I came across the phrase 'Eyes are the window to the soul' for the first time and I never quite bought it. Bags of striated jelly. I wonder if it's because I think mine are plain and boring, single-lidded and bloated. And full of floaters. I exist in a perpetual drift of jellyfish and mosquito larvae. But BOY his are pretty. I do not think I will read his pamphlet.
I bin trying to write vignettes about my ORIGINAL NARUTO CHARACTER kawaii banzai lol but thus far flagging inspiration (and grammar) have hindered this latest attempt at the geek hall of fame.
My classes are awesome. My roommate is awesome. Trawling the Johari and Nohari memeverses has convinced me that people are generally waaaay more aware of their weaknesses than of their strengths, which is both endearing and bad. Of myself, I suspect that I don't know how to talk about negative or upsetting things without coming off like an unbearable reet. It's fortunate that I am so spoiled.
I really adore this panda.
My employer neglected to mention I got a $1 raise, which means I now get paid $10 an hour to blank out in front of AIM on a padded chair every week.
Still I was glad of distraction on the way to work this afternoon, when a young man accosted me with glorious green eyes and a glossy pamphlet featuring serif logo of 'CHILDREN OF SATAN IV' and a photograph of Cheney on the cover. He had dropped out of college to save the world. He was so cold his freckles were turning blue.
It did occur to me that his type was insufferably self-righteous, meddlesome and annoying, not to mention the vocabulary of his philosophy was confusing as Hell.
"What do you think is the universal principle of gravity?"
"Two objects drawn together on some planar thing ionno physics"
"That's the effect, but why? There's a principle behind everything and schools don't teach you those."
"If I punch you in the face and it hurts is that a principle?"
"No. No that's the effect."
"What do you think would be the principle?"
I sassed him a lot, but he gets props for sticking to it good-naturedly. I admit I've always had a soft spot for the world-savers, the world-shakers and the music-makers, as it were, and I like the stupid ones almost as much as the ones who are actually brave. Besides, he did make some seemingly objective points about economic theory, modern education, capitalism, and the toll it's taking on productivity and infrastructure, the relevancy to human comfort and survival, they just got lost among his human-supremacist USA-centric anti-existentialist anti-postmodern nonconformist humanitarian rhetoric. We swapped contact information.
Did I mention his eyes? Years ago I came across the phrase 'Eyes are the window to the soul' for the first time and I never quite bought it. Bags of striated jelly. I wonder if it's because I think mine are plain and boring, single-lidded and bloated. And full of floaters. I exist in a perpetual drift of jellyfish and mosquito larvae. But BOY his are pretty. I do not think I will read his pamphlet.
I bin trying to write vignettes about my ORIGINAL NARUTO CHARACTER kawaii banzai lol but thus far flagging inspiration (and grammar) have hindered this latest attempt at the geek hall of fame.
My classes are awesome. My roommate is awesome. Trawling the Johari and Nohari memeverses has convinced me that people are generally waaaay more aware of their weaknesses than of their strengths, which is both endearing and bad. Of myself, I suspect that I don't know how to talk about negative or upsetting things without coming off like an unbearable reet. It's fortunate that I am so spoiled.
I really adore this panda.