as close as i am with lewis carroll, i don't call them looking glasses
i have a short to write.
not so much having a short to write, but more like i have to write a short. it is requisite, it must be done.
ha. seriously, ha. have to do something? me? have to do something? me? maybe you should go look me up in your who's-who-among-people-who-don't-give-a-frick. yeah, look it up. bad picture but it gets the idea across.
i'm reading neil gaiman. i'm liking things so far, but i'm just about finished and i have the sinking feeling that he's going to pull an arthur c. clarke in that the climb up the mountain is fantastic but once you get up top you're kinda thinking "yeah. so yeah. yeah. well, um, yeah. this is mostly...well it's the top of a mountain, isn't it. not much going on. yeah. so, yeah. hmm. mountain, huh? yeah. yeah see it's the top, i get that, but...yeah. so. yeah." almost word for word, that digression, from when i finished a fair bit of clarke series.
nothing going on today. which i guess is nice. but i'm getting used to being busy, or at least having my hands covered in pie (a finger in every pie? get it? meaning i'm doing lots of different things? get it?) so downtime is a bit like thinking "yeah. so yeah. yeah. down time, huh? well, um, yeah. this is mostly...well not much going on, huh? yeah, down time. so, yeah. time that's, um, down and stuff. yeah. pie, huh? that's interesting. yeah. yeah."
but otherwise it's been getting busier and busier. i'm sitting here and knowing how much good there is, what chances i have, what a time awaits me. but it's all in the distance and i look through binoculars at a life that is not my own.
a bit like wonderland, maybe. but i can't stand smiling cats. they distract too much from my being distracted.
not so much having a short to write, but more like i have to write a short. it is requisite, it must be done.
ha. seriously, ha. have to do something? me? have to do something? me? maybe you should go look me up in your who's-who-among-people-who-don't-give-a-frick. yeah, look it up. bad picture but it gets the idea across.
i'm reading neil gaiman. i'm liking things so far, but i'm just about finished and i have the sinking feeling that he's going to pull an arthur c. clarke in that the climb up the mountain is fantastic but once you get up top you're kinda thinking "yeah. so yeah. yeah. well, um, yeah. this is mostly...well it's the top of a mountain, isn't it. not much going on. yeah. so, yeah. hmm. mountain, huh? yeah. yeah see it's the top, i get that, but...yeah. so. yeah." almost word for word, that digression, from when i finished a fair bit of clarke series.
nothing going on today. which i guess is nice. but i'm getting used to being busy, or at least having my hands covered in pie (a finger in every pie? get it? meaning i'm doing lots of different things? get it?) so downtime is a bit like thinking "yeah. so yeah. yeah. down time, huh? well, um, yeah. this is mostly...well not much going on, huh? yeah, down time. so, yeah. time that's, um, down and stuff. yeah. pie, huh? that's interesting. yeah. yeah."
but otherwise it's been getting busier and busier. i'm sitting here and knowing how much good there is, what chances i have, what a time awaits me. but it's all in the distance and i look through binoculars at a life that is not my own.
a bit like wonderland, maybe. but i can't stand smiling cats. they distract too much from my being distracted.
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