Waiting..
So, I live in suburbia right now (on Sunday I move the hell out of here, yay!). Lots of housing areas, lots of buildings getting erected while cocks are kept flaccid. Or something. Now, due to some reasons beyond my control I found myself to be without car and without a bike. That's ok I figured, I can take the bus. It's a few kilometres into town and me being fat and lazy I didn't really feel like walking. So instead I wait for the bus. And wait. And wait. For more than an hour. Because, hey, this is redneck city boi! You ain't got no car then you sure as hell ain't got no business bein' outside.
Now, I hate waiting. It's so utterly pointless. My loathing for that particular anti-activity has reached a point where I, for example, rather refrain from buying something in a store than stand in a queue for it for a few minutes. Waiting leaves me with nothing else to do but to think. And two times out of three that just pushes me down that loathsome spiral that leads to the "dark teatime of the soul", as the great and late DNA put it.
Dark teatime of the soul. That's very nicely put. DNA was good with stuff like that. Not a great author as such in the poetic kind of sense (when you quote DNA you're usually aiming for funny rather than trying to seem smart, which is what differs DNA from, say, anyone who's been dead for a few hundred years but is still being quoted in bad American movies), but he did have a knack for aptly describing matters that are difficult to otherwise define. He even wrote, or co-wrote, a dictionary with words that should exist which describe matters we all recognize but can't properly describe because they're a little bit too vague. It's called "The meaning of Liff".
Oh, and when I got to town, and into the uni, and finally logged on to a computer (took 10 minutes for some odd reason for the computer to download my user profile) some bloody fucking economists saunter in and inform everyone there that sorry, their evening class is going to continue here, terribly sorry, but we fuck ups need to look at some very important numbers that don't mean shit, apologize for the inconvenience.
Gah. There are three types of people in this world that I swear are in the leashes of the Big Man downstairs. The militarists, the fundamentalists and the economists. They represent three things that do nothing but cause everyone grief while at the same time is said to be all-important for the wellbeing of Man.
Now, I hate waiting. It's so utterly pointless. My loathing for that particular anti-activity has reached a point where I, for example, rather refrain from buying something in a store than stand in a queue for it for a few minutes. Waiting leaves me with nothing else to do but to think. And two times out of three that just pushes me down that loathsome spiral that leads to the "dark teatime of the soul", as the great and late DNA put it.
Dark teatime of the soul. That's very nicely put. DNA was good with stuff like that. Not a great author as such in the poetic kind of sense (when you quote DNA you're usually aiming for funny rather than trying to seem smart, which is what differs DNA from, say, anyone who's been dead for a few hundred years but is still being quoted in bad American movies), but he did have a knack for aptly describing matters that are difficult to otherwise define. He even wrote, or co-wrote, a dictionary with words that should exist which describe matters we all recognize but can't properly describe because they're a little bit too vague. It's called "The meaning of Liff".
Oh, and when I got to town, and into the uni, and finally logged on to a computer (took 10 minutes for some odd reason for the computer to download my user profile) some bloody fucking economists saunter in and inform everyone there that sorry, their evening class is going to continue here, terribly sorry, but we fuck ups need to look at some very important numbers that don't mean shit, apologize for the inconvenience.
Gah. There are three types of people in this world that I swear are in the leashes of the Big Man downstairs. The militarists, the fundamentalists and the economists. They represent three things that do nothing but cause everyone grief while at the same time is said to be all-important for the wellbeing of Man.