I started writing this a month or two ago, I think.

Through high school and university, I was lucky enough to meet some good friends who were like me. During all that time - and even now - I rarely have had the feeling that I fit in. Other people's frequent advice that this makes me just like everybody else is the aloe on the burns of my social ( Read more... )

Who knows which news source is scraping from which, these days. I'm pretty sure radio lazily scrapes popular news sites for headlines, which is why I wasn't surprised to find on news.com.au that IBM is cutting free coffee, having heard it already while driving home. Presumably this is an effort to boost productivity ( Read more... )

The bin was a living sea of putrescence. Scraps of colourful junk mail riddled by a pool of innumerable, pasty, white, seething bodies, both shallow and vile (in some detached, artistic corner of my mind, just describing the scene makes me think of The Garden of Earthly Delights). Lovecraft dispensed with maggots in a single line, the bastard, ( Read more... )

The best thing about being incompetent and ignorant is that everything seems like a victory!

It was a chicken, once, then merely chicken. Forgotten for some time in that sealed container below the fruit crisper, it was certainly a tragedy that the spores and cultures derived from its flesh denied it the right ever to be paid the respects that foods deserve, but (eh gahd!) the odour from that tupperware was nothing shy of malicious ( Read more... )

This is not a closure of major roads within the inner city, it is merely a redistribution of joy.

Our new bathroom was made for someone else. I'm being conclusive and not envious of the person, though I'm sure I have every right. It would be a justifiable sin because they must be a really fantastic person, and nothing but extraordinary at all ( Read more... )

I only drank three cokes this morning after that particularly frightening meeting with my new overlord and still felt the need for a drink. The chance that the true depths of my situation might settle in and cause me to instantaneously divest myself of all fluids was a remote one but a tauntingly fluffy cloud on my mental horizon nonetheless. ( ( Read more... )

Having never played any of the Final Fantasy games except through other people's animated summaries of days spent in front of them, I have these of mental equations that set my vicarious gameplay and my enchantment with the music against the conclusion that there's something inherently worthwhile about the chain of games that led into Final Fantasy ( Read more... )

When you have no short term memory, driving at night feels like peering closely through a screen. With this perceived lack of topology you drive every stretch of road simultaneously, as there is no distinction in space or time. Afterwards, attempting to recall any point in the journey remembers the same, generic five hundred metre stretch. The ( Read more... )