In Other Words

Projectile Vomiting

Would who ever commissioned the construction project in my head please only have the jackhammer guys going when I’m not actually in? I’m out of my mind often enough that that shouldn’t be a problem.

Went out and killed brain cells last night. Wasn’t alone in the endeavor to make myself even stupider. I imagine my brain my look like Swiss cheese, or he Korean minefield after the passage of a group of refugees.

I’ve always wanted to be a minefield explorer. The danger, the excitements (the benefits!) During the Vietnam war the Vietcong sometimes had to cross a minefield fast. They would take one of their prisoners (or a kid) and tell them that freedom was that way! (Minefields are hard to spot) if they prisoner made it, then he got shot, if he didn’t, well at least they got a couple of passes in. Time to try it again.

Spoke with Hooker this morning, it turns out I’m not the only one who has an entire basketball team practicing in my head. He was cleaning half digested chicken out of his bathroom, this morning, so he must have enjoyed himself.

Didn’t do too much better. At least no half digested chickens, though not for lack of trying. If I would have eaten any chickens in the last week or so, believe me, they would have been found in my bathroom this morning (or in my office, a little later this same morning).

Somebody told me last night that I was a funny writer. Probably one of those things he just said, after somebody told him I write ‘yeah, you’re a funny writer, what magazine do you write for again?’ Still, it did good things for my ego, so I guess that’s probably why I’m trying to be really witty in this post. I know I can’t make it, but that’s a bit like that chicken that I was talking about before, if there was any humour inside of me, I will get it out, if its only through the sheer amount of words I’m throwing at this page.

Ray Charles is dead (not really funny, I admit, but worth mentioning). Apparently, according to my girlfriend, he played a mean game of chess, despite being as blind as a bat at a trance party. That’s pretty cool, I wish I could play chess blind, like that. Last time I saw him was in blues brothers 2000, I just remembered. That movie is getting old already, I really need to get some more blues tapes and cassettes (listen to me, that’s so this morning!)

Right, I’m rambling, giving it up, sure I had some important things to say, but they were drowned out by the outpour of my subconscious mind.

Oh yeah, another quote:

"Some cause happiness wherever they go; others whenever they go."
-Oscar Wilde

posted by Symbol @ 11.6.04