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I've noticed in the past year or two that it's become harder and harder to post items of substance. I would tend to think that it's because I'm becoming more closed off, but my raging ego indicates otherwise. In the end, I've narrowed down the possibilities to one ultimate truth: I Am Busy.
Now, when you read those last three words, imagine them booming in a raw godvoice and richocheting within your skull. This, my friends, is how I perceive words with capitalized letters. If I am speaking to you, and you feel a piercing headache and the urge to fall to the ground, I am either using the Capitalized Letters or perhaps telling you my plans for the weekend.
In general, my routine for the work day is thus:
1. Try to wake up
2. Try to wake up
3. Wake up
4. Have a cup of tea 'n toast
5. Work, work, BAWK
6. Sleep
And here's the honest-to-gawd bald-without-Rogaine truth: I'm slowing down as well, which is probably the bulk of my problems. The original wall-bouncing freakmatron, I have reached the "walk, don't run" stage. HALP. I do keep meaning to bring my hackeysack to work, but always forget. By god, the day that I have a hack circle consisting of little old ladies in hospital gowns, nurses, doctors, and psych patients, I can die a happy and grizzled old man.
When I'm a grizzled old man, I'll also spread the joy. You know... grizzle people.
RYAN OUT
Now, when you read those last three words, imagine them booming in a raw godvoice and richocheting within your skull. This, my friends, is how I perceive words with capitalized letters. If I am speaking to you, and you feel a piercing headache and the urge to fall to the ground, I am either using the Capitalized Letters or perhaps telling you my plans for the weekend.
In general, my routine for the work day is thus:
1. Try to wake up
2. Try to wake up
3. Wake up
4. Have a cup of tea 'n toast
5. Work, work, BAWK
6. Sleep
And here's the honest-to-gawd bald-without-Rogaine truth: I'm slowing down as well, which is probably the bulk of my problems. The original wall-bouncing freakmatron, I have reached the "walk, don't run" stage. HALP. I do keep meaning to bring my hackeysack to work, but always forget. By god, the day that I have a hack circle consisting of little old ladies in hospital gowns, nurses, doctors, and psych patients, I can die a happy and grizzled old man.
When I'm a grizzled old man, I'll also spread the joy. You know... grizzle people.
RYAN OUT