The time grows rather late, as it usually does
Today I went back to work at Pho Johns, and it was comfortable, like riding the bike stored in your parents garage. There were new people, and they were pleasant enough folk, I shall enjoy working with them, and connecting with them, and hopefully expanding my social boundaries.
Then I went to the game with the gang, but strangely, for the first time ever, not with my Corps buddies. The game was fun, but without my buddies it was . . . disconcerting. We rolled over the other team, with an ease that one might find both hopeful and stressful, to not know how your team will stack up against actual competition, as this was not a team of comparable quality and class.
We went to Wendys, and plotted various nefarious schemes, and how Blane would eventually have a colossal painting commissioned in his honor, with a heroic pose with one foot on a slain elk, holding an ancient hunting rifle, while a royal hunting party rides in the background, with rabbits and foxes underfoot. There was to be cornucopia involved as well. Of course, there were other, devious ideas about what humorous pranks should be done to one of my crazy friends, but our ideas are . . . well . . . not what is considered appropriate dinner conversation.
I miss Star Wars. Most importantly, I miss that feeling that I used to get when I watched it. That sense of wonder, and warm feeling of omigodthatssocool. Sometimes, when I least expect it, I can catch it at an odd angle on a reflection, but never the way it used to be, when we were young. I think Im going to buy the set on DVD when I have the money. The new set, with the original, unaltered, untinkered, unenhanced film.
I cracked the screen on my phone. It was incredible, requiring a precise angle at which the belt buckle on my pants needed to hit the phone on my couch that I had so carelessly tossed them on there, as I have done, many times before, without a care. The result was twin cracks radiating from a single point that emphasizes the violent impact of my belt. Of course, I forswore the 45 dollar insurance charge when I purchased the phone.
Things are the same as they have been, this past year.
Things need to change.
I need to see around the corner, and know that there is someone on the other side, walking this way.
There is much more to discuss, but this late hour, while conducive for the desire, makes any eloquence in the matter an elusive and dubious quality at best.
Then I went to the game with the gang, but strangely, for the first time ever, not with my Corps buddies. The game was fun, but without my buddies it was . . . disconcerting. We rolled over the other team, with an ease that one might find both hopeful and stressful, to not know how your team will stack up against actual competition, as this was not a team of comparable quality and class.
We went to Wendys, and plotted various nefarious schemes, and how Blane would eventually have a colossal painting commissioned in his honor, with a heroic pose with one foot on a slain elk, holding an ancient hunting rifle, while a royal hunting party rides in the background, with rabbits and foxes underfoot. There was to be cornucopia involved as well. Of course, there were other, devious ideas about what humorous pranks should be done to one of my crazy friends, but our ideas are . . . well . . . not what is considered appropriate dinner conversation.
I miss Star Wars. Most importantly, I miss that feeling that I used to get when I watched it. That sense of wonder, and warm feeling of omigodthatssocool. Sometimes, when I least expect it, I can catch it at an odd angle on a reflection, but never the way it used to be, when we were young. I think Im going to buy the set on DVD when I have the money. The new set, with the original, unaltered, untinkered, unenhanced film.
I cracked the screen on my phone. It was incredible, requiring a precise angle at which the belt buckle on my pants needed to hit the phone on my couch that I had so carelessly tossed them on there, as I have done, many times before, without a care. The result was twin cracks radiating from a single point that emphasizes the violent impact of my belt. Of course, I forswore the 45 dollar insurance charge when I purchased the phone.
Things are the same as they have been, this past year.
Things need to change.
I need to see around the corner, and know that there is someone on the other side, walking this way.
There is much more to discuss, but this late hour, while conducive for the desire, makes any eloquence in the matter an elusive and dubious quality at best.