Author: Teel

(If you haven’t seen Vanilla Sky, be warned that reading this post will give away important information about the end of the movie. You have been warned.)

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I keep wanting to do the Photoshop Ping Pong thing. There’s a service there, waiting for someone to hit it back, and I want to see it get hit back. Except that as I mentined, a couple months ago they formatted my work computer, taking Photoshop with it. So the time during which I have the time and energy to volley, when I am at work waiting for a call to come in, I don’t have the tool I need to do so. When I have the tool (PhotoShop) to volley, I do not have the time or energy to do so (because I am between work and school, or exhausted from class & still have homework to do). I have tried encouraging Iain to make a volley, so we’ll see if he does or not…

I’m hoping to be able to get at least one volley in this weekend. I’m also hoping to get some serious cleaning done, because part of one of my homework assignments basically requires me to clear off my big dining table so I have enough room to work on it. Oh, and that Ironing I said I needed to do – still not done. I don’t know what my 2D Design teacher will be assigning tonight to do this weekend, but … I should still have enough free time to whip out a volley or two. Sure.

I certainly can’t go spend any money. Need money for Hawaii.

I was going to try to let this one slide, but three or four too many sites with sappy, introspective, out-of-character posts have pushed me over the edge. The banner ads all being replaced by candles, that’s nice. Yahoo becoming shades of grey, I can deal with, since I never go to Yahoo. The Onion almost made up for everyone else, but … not quite.

You know what I think? I think that all this sentimentality and pseudo-grieving from people who knew no one involved, live thousands of miles away and were unaffected in their actual day-to-day life by one little aggressive act on our shores in over 50 years of innocence should just fuck itself to hell. There is no reason for it. More people have died in car crashes since the bombing than died in the bombing. More people have died from heart failure by orders of magnitude in the same time period. Mourn for them, if you knew them.

If you knew someone who was killed or injured in the incident, go ahead and take this opportunity to remember them. If you lost someone to something less newsworthy but more important to your life this year, remember them instead of some thousands of strangers on the other side of the map. If you lost your job because you worked in a building no longer standing, but experienced no loss of human life, count yourself lucky. If you’ve lost nothing, then shut up.

My 2 scents.

Another precious quote from GIRLS ARE PRETTY, now in its new home:

“Trust me, once you start spending your nights scrubbing the blood from your hands, you’re not going to want to place them upon the bare and seemingly endless skin of anyone for whom you might care.”

I keep thinking about food. All afternoon. People around me, talking about food, getting their lunches and enjoying them, hours after I’ve eaten, hours before I can go home and eat. Trying not to think about food, but I have to think about food. I have to know what I’m going to eat before class before I get home or I end up with something like an inhaled frozen dinner because I wasn’t thinking about food until the last minute. If I don’t remember even to start the frozen dinner, it can set me back. Make me walk to school without my food even leaving my esophagus. Did you know I walk to school every day? It’s about 11 minutes from my front door to the door of the classroom. Not bad, though carryi8ng everything to my Drawing class is a bit awkward. I’m trying to decide whether it’s $30 awkward (if it is, I’ll go buy a drawing board that fits in my portfolio/bag/thing) or just frustrating. If I don’t eat right before class, I’ll most definitely be hungry during class. So, here we are. I’m thinking about food. Last night I was thinking of making Spaghetti for dinner, but remembered that I had a couple of hot dogs left from an open package that I didn’t want to go bad, and boiled them thoroughly instead of noodles. So today I’m thinking of Spaghetti again. Not hard, but quite tasty. Something I can put on and eat between work and class (which isn’t a lot of time) and feel like I’m eating a real meal. Something there will be plenty of left when I get home after class and am looking for something to eat. Which is good, because it usually ends up being cookis or candy or some such instead of anything hearty or good for me. About out of fruit in the house right now, no vegetables to speak of. Every time I look at my refrigerator lately, I feel a little droop as I realize I’ve got a ‘bachelor’s’ refrigerator, mostly empty but for a healthy supply of condiments and a few staple foods. I almost always have bread and milk and cheese and eggs and tortillas, but the rest of what I keep doesn’t seem much like food. I never let myself run out of pickles or peanut butter or mustard, and there’s always honey and/or preserves, and I’ve recently begun maintaining a constant supply of salsa as well. I’ve been thinking of putting together a jar of mustardayonaisse, or maybe mayostard. I’d really prefer mustmayostardayonaisse, but I simply haven’t got the equipment for that. Despite the poor looks of my refrigerator, my freezer and cupboards are always full. I seem to average about 18 boxes of cereal at a time, plus innumerable cans of various vegetables, plus plenty of tuna, plus plenty of Easy mac, plus … whatever is takign up the rest of my cupboards; they’re always full. I’m by no means out of food. I’ll probably have my choice of pounds and pounds of dry pastas tonight (though I expect I’ll go with thin spaghetti) though I cook pasta less than 6 times a year, it seems. I don’t know. Most every time I start to feel bad about something about my life, it is contradicted by the rest of the information about the same subject. Sure, sometimes my refrigerator looks pretty empty, but I’m not running out of food any time soon, even if I don’t go grocery shopping. Sure I’m not seeing anyone and only have a few friends, basically the same ones I’ve had since HS, but I’ve got plenty of things to fill my days and nights between work and school and my great, long-lasting friends who involve me in social events appropriately, and can find contentment on my own. Sure, I babble on and on sometimes without making any clear points or relating anything beyond the mundane, but hundreds of people still read my inane rabble anyway.