i have been meaning to post so many things over the past 2 weeks, but alas, i have neither written things down to transcribe now, nor do i really have anything to whine about right at the moment, save for the completely normal dissatisfaction with the weather. what sort of old man have i become that the weather is so bloody important??
if something does deserve a complaint or two, it’s the petroleum industry and the prices we are forced to pay just to sustain our livelihoods–and by ‘prices’, i can’t help but feel somewhat guilty in my space-age bullet engaged in the rush hour gridlock with thousands of others…all sitting in place polluting as if earth has no feelings. not to personify it too obsessively, but in many ways i do prefer to think of inanimate objects as having feelings or personalities, only because it allows me to focus additional attention to something which might ordinarily go overlooked or tidied away in the ‘taken for granted’ bin. but back to the thought at hand, not only am i stuck still on the road, but i’m polishing the exhaust pipes with top-grade petrol as well. the least industry could do is make one of the two slightly more bearable: ‘clean’ fuel, or ‘cheap’ fuel. i’m sick of paying 2 dollars per gallon only to watch nearly half of each gallon flitter away in the rear-view as evaporation while i click the cd changer to shuffle a better song while i wait.
back to this weather compulsivity… apparently a slight mist/rain has enveloped our fair suburb, and although i don’t mind a little sprinkle or rain here and there, i will be awfully pissed if when i awake in tomorrow morning i find another thin film of snow obscuring the ordinary healing processing of spring from its winter ailments. if i’ve said it once, i’ve said it a million times: i fooking hate winter…with such a passion that i often aspire to become a supreme being someday wherein the power of the seasons will be completely within my control. then again, perhaps instead of complaining about winter, i should either move to a warmer climate, or be satisfied with things as is; because a warmer climate here in minnesota–even by just a couple degrees–could very well be the onset of another ice age. god forbid… i still wish to live forever, but if another ice age comes, i would beg for mortality.
tonight i had the distinct pleasure of wasting over an hour. seems the ‘save’ functionality of one of my recent gamecube games went a bit wonky; and all that i’d accomplished in that hour suddenly vanished… just like that 11th hour research paper that mysteriously disappears into the circuitry. i found myself cursing wildly for a few minutes in disbelief, then as acceptance sank in, i just flipped the damn thing off with a sparky bit of attitude. amazing how such small things in a single day can be drawn out so poetically once the events cross the threshold of my brain, and slip back out through my fingertips. good ol’ wordy aj.
jack. what sort of drama must have occurred with him over the past week. first, he briskly announces that he’s moving out by month’s end, with some bloke he barely knows; one that jack openly admits can get on his nerves. then, just as quickly as he was about to leave, he rescinded the departure and decided to stay after all. in some ways i’m glad, but also disappointed, because on one hand it would be nice to have that extra bit of quiet around the place, and get my bathroom back, as well as increase the probability of enduring a shower with actual hot water!?! but on the other hand, things wouldn’t be quite as interesting, and it’s always awesome to snag the leftover slices of pizza when he prepares himself such a dinner. one thing i do want to change though is his peculiar interest in skimping on the bathroom tissue. he normally prides himself on overspending for items of marginally better quality than normally-priced merchandise, yet he managed to buy a googol-pack of toilet paper which–as an artist, i can make this comparison–could quite easily double as tracing paper. yes, the last thing i want when wiping is to see my fingers through invisible paper holding fecal matter….or at least the illusion thereof. again the little things which sprout the largest beanstalks in the world of my journal
on a different note, i’m taking a more proactive approach to remove the ‘winter weight’ which has plagued me for some months now, and can say that progress is indeed being made. my dimples are finally re-emerging, as well as definition on my stomach. only two more months to bikini season.. or in my case, bikini watching season.. heh. i just don’t like the idea of going though any season with extra bodily baggage, especially one like summer, where a svelte physique really does add to the enjoyment of things.
ok, that’s about enough for this guy tonight…i’ll attempt to gather additional thoughts in a more effective manner for the next post; so stay tuned!