Rube Goldberg vs Autoerotic Affixiation.
Sunday I played ultimate in the rain and mud on a soccer field. It was my best game in a long time, and my first game as a handler. I am still weak at it, but in hat league strong enough to take the position. I don't think I dropped the disc and made good throws, but to beginners.
But now I am sick. My organs hurts. I've been working till tired for our Friday deadline and then go home and watch Firefly and pass out.
Last night in my restlessness I contemplated suicide. Not me personally, just the act in general. I was thinking, a Rube Goldberg machine has to be the absolute worse way to go about it. The reward/penalty system is completely backward. Each attempt to get the machine to work, adds a greater sense of failure in your life and is frustrating. But once it does work you think "Wow, I really accomplished something" and then you're dead.
But now I am sick. My organs hurts. I've been working till tired for our Friday deadline and then go home and watch Firefly and pass out.
Last night in my restlessness I contemplated suicide. Not me personally, just the act in general. I was thinking, a Rube Goldberg machine has to be the absolute worse way to go about it. The reward/penalty system is completely backward. Each attempt to get the machine to work, adds a greater sense of failure in your life and is frustrating. But once it does work you think "Wow, I really accomplished something" and then you're dead.