Friday, August 23, 2013

Nobody Asked Me, But...

1) Does anyone know where I can obtain a gift subscription to Go Fuck Yourself Quarterly? Asking for a friend.

2) Batfleck? Really? Did no one pay attention to the box office numbers for Daredevil?

3) I’m conflicted over the revelations surrounding Chelsea (Bradley) Manning. On the one hand, I support her right to live her life as she chooses, no matter how icky I may personally view her choices. On the other hand, given the serious nature of the revelations she made as Bradley, this distracts from a very serious, very important story, and diminishes the media’s already miniscule coverage.

4) It seems like the entire western United States caught fire while I was gone. What have you people been doing?!?!?!?!

5) The problem with drawing lines in the sand is that sometimes, people step over them.

6) In other Syria-related news, it looks like Israel is either being pro-active or opportunistic. You decide.

7) I’m worried about where this is all headed in the Middle East.

8) The NASDAQ was shut down for three hours yesterday, apparently due to a glitch in the system software running the trading computers. “Ghosts in the Machine,” indeed…

9) Begun, the Derp Wars have.

10) Oh, Florida, you never fail to amuse.

Tuesday, August 20, 2013

So, I Had a Dream

As you may recall – you few, you happy few who actually follow my shitty little blog – I took a vacation last week.

I’ve been having a tough time at work with many transitions in process, changes and alterations, radical and minor. I’ll be moving from my current digs shortly, my old supervisor retired, my new one is… well, let’s just say that he reminds me of a heaping bag of salted rat dicks, and leave it at that.

Believe it or not, those are the minor changes.

Anyway, my first night on vacation, I dreamed I was in a vast building filled with storage units. You know the place: you stick your Grandma’s furniture in them when she has to stay in a long-term facility.

As I wander about the place, in the back of my mind I know there’s a symbology involved: this is not a literal dream.

A voice, perhaps the facility manager, speaks up and intones “Before you lay the broken dreams and failures of thousands of people.”

But really, that’s not what storage units are. Storage units represent hopes for better days. Sure, they are projects you had to put aside for whatever reason, like a big house that you lost in a divorce or because you lost your job. But if you truly failed, you’d have sold the stuff and been done with it.

With that thought, I realized I was not in a building, but in my own soul, my own mind. Inside this unit lay my theatrical props, in that other one, my photography and videography tools. Behind me lay many relationships and friendships, but you’ll note, I didn’t sell those off either. There’s always hope for some form of reconciliation.

Right now, I have to endure a test of my strength of character. I was never particularly good at those unless they were vital. Perhaps all I need to do at the end of this hallway is make a left and find another storage unit to stuff this experience away in. I’d sell it, if it had any value to anyone else.

I’ve got a pocketful of keys and a building full of doors.

Sounds like fun!

Monday, August 19, 2013

I'm Back

I'm also swamped with work for a day or two, so blogging will be really light. Also, too, ill from either a mosquito bite or work. You decide.