Odds and Ends
I meant to write something along the lines of "OMG, I'm OLD Get off my goddamned lawn!" about seeing Xmen last weekend. Then I got lazy and didn't. So, there you go. Let's toss out some odds and ends:
* I've gotten to the age where a loud theater full of popcorn munchers (who really thought loud popcorn was a perfect mix with films?), chatty Cathies who don't know how to whisper, the assholes who answer their phones IN the theater and try to carry on a conversation during a fuckin' movie (seriously, wt-fucking-f? Unless someone died or you're getting a job offer, gtfo before you even answer), the Family Living Room (Leave your rats at home if they can't behave in a theater. It's not your living room for running around from seat to seat), and the cheerleaders who need to whoop!whoop! at every fortuitous turn for the protagonists just ANNOY the fuck outta me. I'm now the type that likes to go to a movie when the theater is at least half empty and no one is sitting within 15 feet of me. And yes, I go to the theater alone. JUDGE ME.
* I wish Facebook had a way to tag and search posts. I've fallen into a fairly regular habit of linking music videos (hallelujah, YouTube!) and would like to be able to just recall them all by grabbing a tag. I've linked some awesome shit over the years...
* I am, largely, a pessimist. But there is one occasion where I am a super optimist: I am convinced that every interview went well (unless it went hideously) and that I am going to get offered any job. SO I pop onto Craigslist, start googling apartments and shit, and get all convinced that my life is gonna change. I should know better by now, yeah?
* Speaking of, is the market picking up? I've had a lot more attention lately. Is the economy and/or legal market actually getting better? Please god, say yes.
* I am a good friend. You should know this. People should know this and be nicer to me. :P
* I've been writing a bunch of poetry lately. Largely because I have a major case of technology induced ADD. I hate standing in lines because there's NOTHING to do. But lately, I've been writing more and now I have Google Keep, which is my new favorite toy. Here's something I wrote either in bed at 3 a.m. or standing in a line somewhere.
Giants
I want to live beyond regret
Free from doubt
I want to chase the stars to the end of the verse
Without getting lost in these dreams of mine
We are who we are
I am who I am
I want to be a giant
Standing on the shoulders of giants
Can you hear what I say?
Can you see what I see?
Can you feel what I feel?
Build it up
Break it down
Tear it up
Build it down
I want to live beyond fear
Free from second thoughts
I want to chase the sun beyond the clouds
Without melting these wings of mine
We are who we are
I am who I am
I want to be a giant
Standing on the shoulders of giants
Can you hear what I scream?
Can you see what I create?
Can you feel what I bleed?
Build it up
Break it down
Tear it up
Build it down
I want to see what you see
I want to hear what you hear
I want to feel what you feel
I want to taste what you taste
When you look at me
Build it up
Break it down
Tear it up
Build it down
We are who we are
I am who I am
I want to be a Giant
Standing on the shoulders of Giants
(I never said it was any good, LOL.)
* Being an adult is expensive. New haircut for job interview. Car Insurance. Smog Tests. Credit Card Payments. Rent. Vehicle Registration. Dry Cleaning. Yak Yak Yak. Why does anyone bother? Booze? Sex? The ability to stay up until 4 am without someone yelling at you to go to bed?
* I've gotten to the age where a loud theater full of popcorn munchers (who really thought loud popcorn was a perfect mix with films?), chatty Cathies who don't know how to whisper, the assholes who answer their phones IN the theater and try to carry on a conversation during a fuckin' movie (seriously, wt-fucking-f? Unless someone died or you're getting a job offer, gtfo before you even answer), the Family Living Room (Leave your rats at home if they can't behave in a theater. It's not your living room for running around from seat to seat), and the cheerleaders who need to whoop!whoop! at every fortuitous turn for the protagonists just ANNOY the fuck outta me. I'm now the type that likes to go to a movie when the theater is at least half empty and no one is sitting within 15 feet of me. And yes, I go to the theater alone. JUDGE ME.
* I wish Facebook had a way to tag and search posts. I've fallen into a fairly regular habit of linking music videos (hallelujah, YouTube!) and would like to be able to just recall them all by grabbing a tag. I've linked some awesome shit over the years...
* I am, largely, a pessimist. But there is one occasion where I am a super optimist: I am convinced that every interview went well (unless it went hideously) and that I am going to get offered any job. SO I pop onto Craigslist, start googling apartments and shit, and get all convinced that my life is gonna change. I should know better by now, yeah?
* Speaking of, is the market picking up? I've had a lot more attention lately. Is the economy and/or legal market actually getting better? Please god, say yes.
* I am a good friend. You should know this. People should know this and be nicer to me. :P
* I've been writing a bunch of poetry lately. Largely because I have a major case of technology induced ADD. I hate standing in lines because there's NOTHING to do. But lately, I've been writing more and now I have Google Keep, which is my new favorite toy. Here's something I wrote either in bed at 3 a.m. or standing in a line somewhere.
Giants
I want to live beyond regret
Free from doubt
I want to chase the stars to the end of the verse
Without getting lost in these dreams of mine
We are who we are
I am who I am
I want to be a giant
Standing on the shoulders of giants
Can you hear what I say?
Can you see what I see?
Can you feel what I feel?
Build it up
Break it down
Tear it up
Build it down
I want to live beyond fear
Free from second thoughts
I want to chase the sun beyond the clouds
Without melting these wings of mine
We are who we are
I am who I am
I want to be a giant
Standing on the shoulders of giants
Can you hear what I scream?
Can you see what I create?
Can you feel what I bleed?
Build it up
Break it down
Tear it up
Build it down
I want to see what you see
I want to hear what you hear
I want to feel what you feel
I want to taste what you taste
When you look at me
Build it up
Break it down
Tear it up
Build it down
We are who we are
I am who I am
I want to be a Giant
Standing on the shoulders of Giants
(I never said it was any good, LOL.)
* Being an adult is expensive. New haircut for job interview. Car Insurance. Smog Tests. Credit Card Payments. Rent. Vehicle Registration. Dry Cleaning. Yak Yak Yak. Why does anyone bother? Booze? Sex? The ability to stay up until 4 am without someone yelling at you to go to bed?