Brunt Systematic Insight
CSI = ADDICTIVE
DSI = ADDICTIVE
What next? Am I going to turn into an Employee State Insurance junkie too?
...God, I hope so. I could really use a hit of it right about now.
In any case, applying the transitive property to the above two equations naturally gives me this (I originally made this the same month I started my LiveJournal):
Here's the deal:
1) Oh man, torrents of the entire 5th season of the original CSI are why Al Gore created the Interblag. Seriously. I've never truly understood how people could get addicted to drugs until now. In fact, I've never used the phrase "I'm jonesin' for some _____" until tonight when, after watching Mister Diplomat, I said to myself, "I'm jonesin' for some CSI and a bag of popcorn." And having watched the 2-season-old season premiere, I am saying it again. Except now I'm full, and I think I may die if when I eat another bag.
2) I would take the most boring, eye-bleedingly drudgish and least world-altering job in the world to keep doing DSI. I got career counseled on Tuesday, and we figured out I've had no desire to take that kind of job and thus haven't been looking for it. The counselor's solution was for me to first: get a temp job, second: move in with my parents, and third: look for a permanent job in New York (her choice of city, as she thinks I want to be on Broadway). However, I've come to realize the following:
3) I don't want to change the world by curing cancer. I don't want to create a revolutionary polymer. I don't want to lead our country into the 21st-and-a-half century. No, I want to change the world by making my friends smile more often, grin more sheepishly, groan in happy-angry-exasperation more openly. Sometimes that means staying when I've been planning on going. Like, really planning. And promising.
4) I hate telling people my plans because my life works like a perpetual climax of an episode of Scooby-Doo: As long as the plan is secret, it will work. But as soon as the audience hears the plan ahead of time, it's doomed to fail disastrously, possibly taking Shaggy out in the process.
5) I've been typing this for far too long. Grissom's getting impatient.
Grissomv("Where's my forensics? Is Gil Grissom gonna have to choke a bitch?");
6) I want my sister to see me do improv again. I don't know how likely that is. Probably not very, which makes me sad enough to write it down.
7) At some point, I got over my incessant habit of referencing Faulkner's "As I[1] Lay Dying" when using numbered lists. I'm not sure when that happened, but I'm glad it did; I can't stand Faulkner, and I don't like having to owe him for creating one of my running gags. Seriously, I'd be better off constantly nudge-winking while drawing from Sherri Lewis material[2].
[1] ASI = ADDICTIVE
[2] Sherri Lewis Material = sock-cotton, or to a lesser extent, felt
.
DSI = ADDICTIVE
What next? Am I going to turn into an Employee State Insurance junkie too?
...God, I hope so. I could really use a hit of it right about now.
In any case, applying the transitive property to the above two equations naturally gives me this (I originally made this the same month I started my LiveJournal):
Here's the deal:
1) Oh man, torrents of the entire 5th season of the original CSI are why Al Gore created the Interblag. Seriously. I've never truly understood how people could get addicted to drugs until now. In fact, I've never used the phrase "I'm jonesin' for some _____" until tonight when, after watching Mister Diplomat, I said to myself, "I'm jonesin' for some CSI and a bag of popcorn." And having watched the 2-season-old season premiere, I am saying it again. Except now I'm full, and I think I may die if when I eat another bag.
2) I would take the most boring, eye-bleedingly drudgish and least world-altering job in the world to keep doing DSI. I got career counseled on Tuesday, and we figured out I've had no desire to take that kind of job and thus haven't been looking for it. The counselor's solution was for me to first: get a temp job, second: move in with my parents, and third: look for a permanent job in New York (her choice of city, as she thinks I want to be on Broadway). However, I've come to realize the following:
3) I don't want to change the world by curing cancer. I don't want to create a revolutionary polymer. I don't want to lead our country into the 21st-and-a-half century. No, I want to change the world by making my friends smile more often, grin more sheepishly, groan in happy-angry-exasperation more openly. Sometimes that means staying when I've been planning on going. Like, really planning. And promising.
4) I hate telling people my plans because my life works like a perpetual climax of an episode of Scooby-Doo: As long as the plan is secret, it will work. But as soon as the audience hears the plan ahead of time, it's doomed to fail disastrously, possibly taking Shaggy out in the process.
5) I've been typing this for far too long. Grissom's getting impatient.
Grissomv("Where's my forensics? Is Gil Grissom gonna have to choke a bitch?");
6) I want my sister to see me do improv again. I don't know how likely that is. Probably not very, which makes me sad enough to write it down.
7) At some point, I got over my incessant habit of referencing Faulkner's "As I[1] Lay Dying" when using numbered lists. I'm not sure when that happened, but I'm glad it did; I can't stand Faulkner, and I don't like having to owe him for creating one of my running gags. Seriously, I'd be better off constantly nudge-winking while drawing from Sherri Lewis material[2].
[1] ASI = ADDICTIVE
[2] Sherri Lewis Material = sock-cotton, or to a lesser extent, felt
.