Traveling Salesman Rambling On...
It’s the 29th - In just two days it will be the 31st. I suppose this is the part where I get all introspective on you guys and start coming up with one reason or another why you should be enjoying yourselves where you are. That’s not gonna happen today so get used to it. I’m in a good mood though, regardless. Gotta love that good moodage. It makes the holidays seem that much better when you can at least enjoy them on an aesthetic level- you know, like them just for being what they are. I’m cool with that, even though my holidays have been hectic (but then, for all of you who still read this thing, when have I ever -not- had a hectic holiday? - Thank you.)
On the 18th of December (yeah, just a week or more ago) I was telling everyone that I’d be taking a trip. First a three hour ride up to Dallas, then an additional three to four hour trip by plane from there to Atlanta Georgia (damn layovers) and then into Tennessee- the good news is, I made it safely. The bad news is, I still have to wait forever for my damn computer to follow my trek an eighth of the way across the fucking country. ‘No problem.’ I says to myself. I’ll just wait it out and enjoy the holiday cheer. - Well, it was as cheery as it was gonna get, I can’t complain. For what it’s worth, I did enjoy myself. Moms made one hell of a Christmas dinner and I got to know her new husband a little better. Cool guy, - a little strict but eh, his house, his rules. I ain’t bitchin’.
Here it is the 29th, as I’ve already mentioned, and I’m sitting down at someone else’s computer, typing up my newest journal entry and it’s really, really uncomfortable. They have the most unwieldy desk you’ve ever seen. All wood, all very nice, but just not a place you’d want to write for any real length of time. I’m also used to my DVORAK/QWERTY ergonomic, custom made keyboard and my split-deck. But eh, again, what can ya do? Shit happens and then you burn a turkey. Least I did anyway. Mom saved the day by cooking something else though.
Memphis Tennessee. Ho-ho-ho-ho-hum. The entire place is covered in ice right now. Has been the entire week, even right on through Christmas. It started raining those little hard, stinging pellets from the sky- you know, the perfectly spherical ones that are so damn cold they feel like someone dipped your face in dry ice? Yep. I watched them fall, watched them coat the street, then watched as people proceeded to run outside and try to have fun while slipping and busting their asses on the half-snow-half-sleet. Then I also got to watch a white, rear-wheel drive mustang convertible spin around in circles because it couldn’t get any real grip on the ice. That shit you just love to see- not because it was dangerous for the driver, but because you just don’t see it often enough to really understand the fact that it actually happens. So there I was, smoking a cigarette (Camel Lights. Always Camel Lights. - I encourage you to smoke them as well, they’re yummy on many, many levels) and watching this guy spin unintentional donuts on the friggin’ front lawn after he’d slipped right off of the street and up the drive-way. Eventually he got his act together and managed to ooze back out onto the street, but not after I got to do a lot of pointing and laughing.
And yes, I already know what you’re thinking. ‘Isn’t that the guy who absolutely abhorred smoking, protested against it, yada yada, so on and so forth?’ - Yeah, well, it grows on you. Thankfully I can say it’s at least given me something to do in these idle moments when absolutely nothing fucking happens, like ever. It also gives me time to think- here at least. Back at my place in Texas (Tey-hahs, anyone?) I had neat little novelty ashtrays all over the place. Here? I have to run out back and huff one down in quick order so I don’t fucking freeze to death because no one else here smokes! Yippie for me!
I get a lot of thinking done out there on the back porch. It’s one of those uh… things. I forget what they call them- I think epiphany will work for now, because that’s literally what happens. You go out there, ya freeze, ya smoke as fast as possible, then suddenly these really excellent ideas start flooding into your head. I also get the opportunity to fix a lot of shit around here that needed fixing in the first place. Shit like pipes, drawers, junk like that- crap I never have to fix at my place because one, I have a maintenance man, and two, well, shit just doesn’t break at my house. But then, my mom’s house (however nice it is) is just old. Shit breaks. Ya shrug’n fix it.
Goddamn I’m rambling really badly right now. Maybe I should just cut this one off right here and chalk it up to a nada post. Nada, nothing important, nothing of any real relevance, but well, damnit, it’s here and so am I. I didn’t die on that plane crash. Though it came kind of close in Atlanta, it was raining like a sum-bitch there when we were coming in for that landing and so the plane kinda started doing these little tip and dive tricks while we were circling and waiting for our turn to land. We got in there all right so I suppose I owe the pilot that much.
Ant Get’s Equipped With: Liking To Fly! Yay!
Except for that fucking ear-popping thing. I hate that.
Hybrid: Out.
On the 18th of December (yeah, just a week or more ago) I was telling everyone that I’d be taking a trip. First a three hour ride up to Dallas, then an additional three to four hour trip by plane from there to Atlanta Georgia (damn layovers) and then into Tennessee- the good news is, I made it safely. The bad news is, I still have to wait forever for my damn computer to follow my trek an eighth of the way across the fucking country. ‘No problem.’ I says to myself. I’ll just wait it out and enjoy the holiday cheer. - Well, it was as cheery as it was gonna get, I can’t complain. For what it’s worth, I did enjoy myself. Moms made one hell of a Christmas dinner and I got to know her new husband a little better. Cool guy, - a little strict but eh, his house, his rules. I ain’t bitchin’.
Here it is the 29th, as I’ve already mentioned, and I’m sitting down at someone else’s computer, typing up my newest journal entry and it’s really, really uncomfortable. They have the most unwieldy desk you’ve ever seen. All wood, all very nice, but just not a place you’d want to write for any real length of time. I’m also used to my DVORAK/QWERTY ergonomic, custom made keyboard and my split-deck. But eh, again, what can ya do? Shit happens and then you burn a turkey. Least I did anyway. Mom saved the day by cooking something else though.
Memphis Tennessee. Ho-ho-ho-ho-hum. The entire place is covered in ice right now. Has been the entire week, even right on through Christmas. It started raining those little hard, stinging pellets from the sky- you know, the perfectly spherical ones that are so damn cold they feel like someone dipped your face in dry ice? Yep. I watched them fall, watched them coat the street, then watched as people proceeded to run outside and try to have fun while slipping and busting their asses on the half-snow-half-sleet. Then I also got to watch a white, rear-wheel drive mustang convertible spin around in circles because it couldn’t get any real grip on the ice. That shit you just love to see- not because it was dangerous for the driver, but because you just don’t see it often enough to really understand the fact that it actually happens. So there I was, smoking a cigarette (Camel Lights. Always Camel Lights. - I encourage you to smoke them as well, they’re yummy on many, many levels) and watching this guy spin unintentional donuts on the friggin’ front lawn after he’d slipped right off of the street and up the drive-way. Eventually he got his act together and managed to ooze back out onto the street, but not after I got to do a lot of pointing and laughing.
And yes, I already know what you’re thinking. ‘Isn’t that the guy who absolutely abhorred smoking, protested against it, yada yada, so on and so forth?’ - Yeah, well, it grows on you. Thankfully I can say it’s at least given me something to do in these idle moments when absolutely nothing fucking happens, like ever. It also gives me time to think- here at least. Back at my place in Texas (Tey-hahs, anyone?) I had neat little novelty ashtrays all over the place. Here? I have to run out back and huff one down in quick order so I don’t fucking freeze to death because no one else here smokes! Yippie for me!
I get a lot of thinking done out there on the back porch. It’s one of those uh… things. I forget what they call them- I think epiphany will work for now, because that’s literally what happens. You go out there, ya freeze, ya smoke as fast as possible, then suddenly these really excellent ideas start flooding into your head. I also get the opportunity to fix a lot of shit around here that needed fixing in the first place. Shit like pipes, drawers, junk like that- crap I never have to fix at my place because one, I have a maintenance man, and two, well, shit just doesn’t break at my house. But then, my mom’s house (however nice it is) is just old. Shit breaks. Ya shrug’n fix it.
Goddamn I’m rambling really badly right now. Maybe I should just cut this one off right here and chalk it up to a nada post. Nada, nothing important, nothing of any real relevance, but well, damnit, it’s here and so am I. I didn’t die on that plane crash. Though it came kind of close in Atlanta, it was raining like a sum-bitch there when we were coming in for that landing and so the plane kinda started doing these little tip and dive tricks while we were circling and waiting for our turn to land. We got in there all right so I suppose I owe the pilot that much.
Ant Get’s Equipped With: Liking To Fly! Yay!
Except for that fucking ear-popping thing. I hate that.
Hybrid: Out.