see you when we all come home.
Another Saturday around the apt. reading mostly on main memory, magnetic tape, and the importance of BUS, how stirring, I think I should stop right here! Facetious? Perhaps!
Today, I just felt like I had earned a day out of this lengthy week to just lay on my bed, listen to some Somafm, allow for Johnny Cash and John Ritter’s demising to sink in, and day- dream (tons of this, like every ten paragraphs) What you say?..... Don’t worry, I went back and read the paragraphs I happen not to read with full comprehension (so I tell myself). It’s just that daydreaming about the red headed gift from Buddha, from my intro to computer science lab, makes it so easy to do; I daydream about being like two inches taller so I can feel in some way normal when I make an approach. Perhaps sitting next to her would work out better). Ah heck, who am I kidding; she probably has some steroidal giraffe for a man that would make me look like a Spic-arican Umpa Lumpa. However, it all works out so well in the daydream; maybe they are on to something.
Yesterday night was of such massive ambiguousness, not only by my company and me, but by the band we went to go see. Tickets said doors at eight, and from plenty of experience, I assumed show at nine. Boy was I off like a rug in the wind. Show didn’t kick off until 11:20 because……well I truly don’t have a definite answer but I’d like to believe that one of the members (Scottish based) had phoned home earlier in the afternoon and found out that his puppy was ill; so he marched down to Cape Canaveral (being so close to o-town and all) and demanded a flight on NASA’s Hyper X (fastest plane…. 7,2OO mph). NASA officials not able to reject the member’s supreme indie-ness, decide there is no other choice but to scramble and get this man to his puppy. He arrives with in a blink of an eye, took care of the puppy constipation (not before a few indie cries though), hops back in and makes it back to o-city at about eleven a clock, decides he must use the following 20 minutes telling his compelling story to the indie groupies, proceeded by him getting indie ass, then having to do the rock star tuning of the guitar, which inevitably causes our stomachs to call for food, eventually leading us out the door after three songs (-girl at club- “YOU GUY”S ARE LEAVING?” - us -“INDEED!”).
So we jet, and never look back. Cause “where we are, is the place to be!” Nothing was lost because seeing each other, and talking over food, seemed of greater importance. So we find the green (Bennigans), order up a platter of spinach artichoke (plus the food of course), had a great server, and laughed away. Plans for the next meeting are in the works and I hope for more g-ville crew members to be in attendance.
There was indeed a sad note today, but I think she’ll be ok because with her fists high and strength of a hundred polar bears, she will overcome this new and perching challenge.
In other news:
” News of Ritter's sudden death and its potential impact on ABC's prime-time lineup caused parent company Walt Disney's stock to fall two percent in early morning trading.” -E online-
Realities like that make me wonder the value of a human…fucking points and numbers…it just can’t be!
Finally …
“Hear the trumpets hear the pipers one hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are marching to a big kettledrum
Voices calling and voices crying
Some are born and some are dying” - Johnny Cash-
Today, I just felt like I had earned a day out of this lengthy week to just lay on my bed, listen to some Somafm, allow for Johnny Cash and John Ritter’s demising to sink in, and day- dream (tons of this, like every ten paragraphs) What you say?..... Don’t worry, I went back and read the paragraphs I happen not to read with full comprehension (so I tell myself). It’s just that daydreaming about the red headed gift from Buddha, from my intro to computer science lab, makes it so easy to do; I daydream about being like two inches taller so I can feel in some way normal when I make an approach. Perhaps sitting next to her would work out better). Ah heck, who am I kidding; she probably has some steroidal giraffe for a man that would make me look like a Spic-arican Umpa Lumpa. However, it all works out so well in the daydream; maybe they are on to something.
Yesterday night was of such massive ambiguousness, not only by my company and me, but by the band we went to go see. Tickets said doors at eight, and from plenty of experience, I assumed show at nine. Boy was I off like a rug in the wind. Show didn’t kick off until 11:20 because……well I truly don’t have a definite answer but I’d like to believe that one of the members (Scottish based) had phoned home earlier in the afternoon and found out that his puppy was ill; so he marched down to Cape Canaveral (being so close to o-town and all) and demanded a flight on NASA’s Hyper X (fastest plane…. 7,2OO mph). NASA officials not able to reject the member’s supreme indie-ness, decide there is no other choice but to scramble and get this man to his puppy. He arrives with in a blink of an eye, took care of the puppy constipation (not before a few indie cries though), hops back in and makes it back to o-city at about eleven a clock, decides he must use the following 20 minutes telling his compelling story to the indie groupies, proceeded by him getting indie ass, then having to do the rock star tuning of the guitar, which inevitably causes our stomachs to call for food, eventually leading us out the door after three songs (-girl at club- “YOU GUY”S ARE LEAVING?” - us -“INDEED!”).
So we jet, and never look back. Cause “where we are, is the place to be!” Nothing was lost because seeing each other, and talking over food, seemed of greater importance. So we find the green (Bennigans), order up a platter of spinach artichoke (plus the food of course), had a great server, and laughed away. Plans for the next meeting are in the works and I hope for more g-ville crew members to be in attendance.
There was indeed a sad note today, but I think she’ll be ok because with her fists high and strength of a hundred polar bears, she will overcome this new and perching challenge.
In other news:
” News of Ritter's sudden death and its potential impact on ABC's prime-time lineup caused parent company Walt Disney's stock to fall two percent in early morning trading.” -E online-
Realities like that make me wonder the value of a human…fucking points and numbers…it just can’t be!
Finally …
“Hear the trumpets hear the pipers one hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are marching to a big kettledrum
Voices calling and voices crying
Some are born and some are dying” - Johnny Cash-