Browsing the songs in my library here, seeing if anything new is in the iTunes store that I just need to have…
suddenly
I hit a track I haven’t heard in a long time. I know that is a lie, I’ve skipped over it 20 thousand times since… then. But tonight, I heard it, you know?
going back
There I am, in a place far away, a place I can never return. I can smell it. That fresh, wet smell that the Tech campus always had in the summer, which sometimes I get whiffs of here, and it always makes me pause.
Was I a fool to think it could have lasted forever? When did it end? How did I get here?
the song
It plays on, and I’m still alone, like then, late night, concrete floor, fans whirring from the computers. The glow of the monitor. Clack of the keyboard.
connected
Where did I leave it? When did I arrive here, when did I leave?
her
What happened? I’m not really sure. Eyes feel moist, did it really matter that much? How long have I been like this?
gone
I guess it’s true you can never truly go home again. But sometimes, maybe just for a little while, I want to go back there, if only to observe… what happened?
~in the arms of slumber, i’m leaving it all behind~
OK I usually resist the temptation to post on current events because I don’t want to clutter things up with junk, but I think I have two new heros. As you might recall, Cartoon Network’s terrorist plot against Boston was foiled the other day and the two men responsible for it were charged with a felony and a misdemeanor. Apparently they have been released from jail, and have put on a press conference. I thought it was kinda stupid at first, but then I realized, this is a brilliant way to tell the press and etc just how insanely stupid the whole situation is. Jailed for putting up light-up advertisements? And it took Boston police and etc 3 weeks to notice them and get all upset about it, and none of the other 9 cities they did this in even batted an eye at them. Bah.
I’m gonna quit talking about this before I get all up in arms. Post 9/11 world indeed. When will we realize that we can’t be ‘safe’ all the time unless we all want to live in little cells? Bah!
So, a local news station just ran a public service ad about shoveling snow. Bullet points include:
‘dress warmly’
‘avoid shoveling if you have a heart condition or are out of shape’
‘take frequent breaks’
‘and never drink alcohol or smoke beofre or while shoveling snow’
Are people buying exploding snow shovels and then smoking around them? Freezing to death trying to clear the sidewalk? Forgetting to stop and take a break and keeling over into a snow drift? Who the hell is this ad for?
My brain hurts.
Life is weird sometimes. You never know what is going to happen next.
Mike and I are starting out well on our venture so far, got a couple of customers and operating in the black, which is a bonus. I’m probably hanging more off the possible success of this endeavor than is healthy, but… ya gotta take some risks if you want to get out there. This is not to say that Snurkle Engr is not doing OK in and of itself, just… it is a lot of work for one guy these days, especially when you can only see a month or two into the future. wwmelon should make things a tad easier with the subscription sort of monthlies, but it is a ways off from being hamster-sustaining, heh.
Living on the hill is kind of expensive, even though technically I don’t live on -the- hill, it is close enough. I’m considering a move to a cheaper Albuquerque in the nearish future, but that is a few months out.
Really don’t know a lot right now. Wish I did, might help the insomniac-hamster out a tad. Wish it would warm up, quit snowing. The bike is really cheap to ride and operate compared to the truck or anything at all really, but frozen knees are getting old. Compare and contrast 50mpg vs 18mpg (ie, 12 bucks round trip to Abq vs 45 bucks). Yummy.
This is what you get when I post at 4am, rambling. Feed me comments if you are so inclined.
Maybe another chapter soonish on the ‘ol book.
Little hamsters, big adventures, indeed.
An adventure begins with a single step. Every day we all begin our own adventures, be they the drive to work, the path to lunch, or even just the spectacular toothbrushing action of the morning routine. Sometimes the adventure spills over and splatters all over the place.
That was my weekend.