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Almost there

I’m in the home stretch for December. Just over a week to go. So far there have been only minor flare ups. Paranoia. Almost tore into someone at work the other day. Had to drive in an insane snowstorm early in the morning and then work with insane lawyers. Not the time to get on my case about anything.

Whack keeps getting delayed. New estimate puts it at the 27th. We’ll see if they come up with some new excuse.

Discovered the Wii sensor bar can be replaced with two candles. Now I play Zelda by candlelight.

Considering a new project, if only to let my mind play with something else for a while. Sometimes I need to go through the motions of a project to get it out of the way to do other things. Sometimes I end up with a story or a board game.

SASE

When I was a child I would send away for fabulous free things advertised in the back of comic books. The ads simply required the sender to include a self-addressed stamped envelope. I thought to myself, “Well, I addressed this envelope myself without anyone else’s help and I put a stamp on it, so it should be fine.” I never got anything back in the mail.

I was also certain that the phrase “in the long run” referred to an end of the world event, similar to the rapture. I was concerned that I wouldn’t be able to keep up with the other runners and wondered what might happen if I needed to stop for a minute to have a drink.

New Old Job

I came to the point where I was trying to rapidly weave new segments onto the end of my rope as the anchor unspooled it in swift snakelike coils over the edge of the ship. Might be mixing metaphors there, but suffice to say the situation was dire. I sent out a flare and was instantly rescued by a passing ship.

In other words, I got a part time job at Attorney Locate, where I worked about five years ago. They offered me enough to cover most of my bills. So far it seems like the right choice. Everything fell into place just as it has for the past several years.

Each time I think “This will be the situation where magical thinking fails and my bizarre theories about the universe will be dismantled.” But I am wrong every time.

Wrong Number

Every once in a while, I will get a wrong number call on my cell. Today I got three. Three different people called throughout the day, each asking for a different person: Lisa, Simon, and some other name. My phone is the Nexus of Almost Right.

Awaiting Further Instructions

The lifepod is unmoored once again. I’m not certain of what it is I am seeing when I look out the window. A trackless scrub dotted with discarded dog dishes, a bent antenna and a tomato plant that didn’t ever happen. Most of the comm channels are thick with static, though someone has taken to playing the Van Morrison cover of Comfortably Numb. I send out guarded queries, hoping for another mission, however lean. Received a map. Islands and a volcano. Migration patterns of tropical pigs.

As my interest with the mainland wanes, I spend more and more time hacking the Hanso frequency and scanning the transmissions from New Caprica. It is never good news, but it helps pass the time. A distraction from the food dilemma. Every meat has grown strangely repulsive as I slide towards vegequarianism and the perfection of banana bread recipes. This time I will use 3 bananas instead of 2.

I am tempted to begin a conspiracy. A viral marketing campaign, complete with carefully seeded jpeg images encrypted with vague riddles. There would be no ultimate product, just the stroking of some reptilian breed of hope.

The pneumatic tube coughs. LA, Montana and Phoenix on the line.

Charmed Life

Had to do a little bit of laundry today. I make several trips to and from the laundromat as part of my laundry cycle: drop it in the washer, switch it to the dryer, and then take it home. Today, as I pulled out onto the road near the laundromat, I kept hitting some kind of rut in the road. On the last trip, I couldn’t turn onto the road because it was shut down, cordoned off by the police. This was to protect drivers from the massive crater that had suddenly appeared where that rut used to be. It looked like a meteor had smashed into the street. I must have missed driving over this thing by a few minutes.

Flooded

Last night I went to see “An Inconvenient Truth” with some friends. We were about 10 minutes into it when the movie stopped, alarms went off and lights started to flash. We scurried outside, back into the rain. It had been raining for quite some time. I’ve lived here for around 8 years and I have never seen it rain so much. We huddled under the awning with the other theater goers, wondering what was happening. Some fire trucks had blocked off Central and 1st. TV news crews buzzed around.

John went to investigate. “Guys, you have *got* to come check this out!” We followed him out to the intersection. At first I didn’t know what I was looking for. My eyes tracked down from the train on the bridge down to Central, which seemed oddly level. Then I realized that there used to be a dip in the road where Central went under the bridge. That part of the street was completely under water. The tip of a truck’s roof could be seen poking above the water line. The firemen broke out a raft to paddle down Central River to investigate. Albuquerque isn’t set up to handle this much rainfall and the storm drains were erupting.

We got a refund and went to grab something to eat. The streets were flooded everywhere I drove and emergency vehicles splashed red and white light across the drowned landscape. It continued to rain most of the night.

My back yard is overgrown with plants. The entire city is becoming greener and the sky is often saturated with clouds. Eventually I’ll get to finish watching “An Inconvenient Truth,” but Al Gore is already preaching to the converted.

Fire on the horizon

Was it as simple as that?
I called and you answered?
My heart spins with reckless hopes, as though it had never attended this school

Comments Disabled

So I get home and there is another anonymous comment that just about made me want to slit my wrists it made me so mad. So no more comments.

For whatever stupid reason, I opened myself up here and some people feel the need to be hateful and self-righteous in response, all the while hiding in the shadows. They’ll have to go bother someone else’s blog now.

And that’s how Tyler and I were able to have Fight Club every night of the week

I’m pleased to announce that House of Whack will be funded by the DEA, who settled out of court.

The incident has been reported to their internal affairs division, so some actual good might come out of it.

Don’t do drugs, kids!