Some Thoughts
I don't want to speak English anymore. I want to speak Gibberish. I don't want people to ask what I am saying or what I mean - people should be able to assume what I am saying. My biggest peeve is being asked what I said. Most often what I say in inconsiquential, it's filler. Maybe this is due to my reluctance as a child to talk. I didn't start speaking until I was four, I grunted & pointed what I wanted. And my mother & sister understood - it shouldn't be so hard now. The basics are still the same: I want to eat, I am bored, I am sleepy, & I shitted in my pants.
I don't want to work anymore. No one asked me if I wanted to join a society that was based on material wealth equating to my existence. I don't want to lose my sattelite tv or my house though. But I don't want to work either. I especially don't want to write a presentation due June 25 for a conference in August. My boss & family persuaded me because they thought it would be a great experience. I am to present in front of a few hundred people at a major GIS user's conference in San Diego. I don't know why they would think this would be a great experience. So far I've written this:
GIS is kewl. I do GIS. I make maps. I made an object data model of Wastewater data for GIS. I don't know why I did that. Oh yes I do. My boss told me to. The same boss that told me to make a presentation.
Speaking of speaking Gibberish, I don't feel like telling people that I won't be a father. I think I might wear a "Hi, my wife had a miscarriage" button. It will be my 'flair'. Maybe I will also wear other buttons expressing my views & feelings. "Hi, I only smile & say hello to because I don't want to be fired", "Hi, I would rather view pornographic material on the computer but I don't want to be fired. Oh fuck it, I already did, you don't notice my boner do you?", "Kittie's go meow!", "What is the minimal amount of work that is required to complete the asignment?", "I'll suck your cock for a Krispy Kreme donut", "I don't respect your diversity you dirty foreigner", "Oh, sorry, I didn't realize you were Lou Gramm - 'Jukebox Hero' fucking rawks!".
I may share with you, 'Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots' by The Flaming Lips, released in 2002 is a very special album. I love it so.
Why hasn't the book 'Zen & the Art of Motercycle Maintanence' been made into a film yet? Oh I know why, because the book is boring. I don't see why the writer could have written about finding personal truths in a more exciting background. He could have thrown in at least a part for some college girls coming of age admist the turmoil of some butch lesbian bikers who busted out of jail. Also the narrator could have jumped the Snake River canyon, instead of being such a pussy.
Well, it's almost 4 & I have succesfully goofed off for 6 hours & will be sneaking out at any moment.
Love me.
I don't want to work anymore. No one asked me if I wanted to join a society that was based on material wealth equating to my existence. I don't want to lose my sattelite tv or my house though. But I don't want to work either. I especially don't want to write a presentation due June 25 for a conference in August. My boss & family persuaded me because they thought it would be a great experience. I am to present in front of a few hundred people at a major GIS user's conference in San Diego. I don't know why they would think this would be a great experience. So far I've written this:
GIS is kewl. I do GIS. I make maps. I made an object data model of Wastewater data for GIS. I don't know why I did that. Oh yes I do. My boss told me to. The same boss that told me to make a presentation.
Speaking of speaking Gibberish, I don't feel like telling people that I won't be a father. I think I might wear a "Hi, my wife had a miscarriage" button. It will be my 'flair'. Maybe I will also wear other buttons expressing my views & feelings. "Hi, I only smile & say hello to because I don't want to be fired", "Hi, I would rather view pornographic material on the computer but I don't want to be fired. Oh fuck it, I already did, you don't notice my boner do you?", "Kittie's go meow!", "What is the minimal amount of work that is required to complete the asignment?", "I'll suck your cock for a Krispy Kreme donut", "I don't respect your diversity you dirty foreigner", "Oh, sorry, I didn't realize you were Lou Gramm - 'Jukebox Hero' fucking rawks!".
I may share with you, 'Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots' by The Flaming Lips, released in 2002 is a very special album. I love it so.
Why hasn't the book 'Zen & the Art of Motercycle Maintanence' been made into a film yet? Oh I know why, because the book is boring. I don't see why the writer could have written about finding personal truths in a more exciting background. He could have thrown in at least a part for some college girls coming of age admist the turmoil of some butch lesbian bikers who busted out of jail. Also the narrator could have jumped the Snake River canyon, instead of being such a pussy.
Well, it's almost 4 & I have succesfully goofed off for 6 hours & will be sneaking out at any moment.
Love me.
11 Comments:
The Flaming Lips make me sob mercilessly.
But I like your Gibberish idea.
By Ollie, at 14/6/04 1:30 PM
I didn't much care for Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. Well I didn't actually read the whole thing. I started, but the main character was too arrogant for me to care what happened to him.
The "I'm not going to be a father" button was slipped in there. I can't tell if you're serious or not, but you have my condolences anyway.
By Benjamin, at 14/6/04 1:40 PM
Either I am very impatient or my last post here just poofed into the grand void.
By Benjamin, at 14/6/04 1:47 PM
Thanks Ben - unfortunately I'm not kidding, I'm feebly trying to make light of the situation.
By Brad, at 15/6/04 5:39 AM
And plus it does appear that my blog has to republish everytime a comment is made.
Fuck it. Maybe I should switch back to the older blog - oh yeah, that one is fucked too I think.
By Brad, at 15/6/04 7:28 AM
As Brad's wife, I thank you for the condolences Ben.
Brad, sometimes the comments take a few minutes to post. I will take a look tonight, see if there's a code issue.
-melissa
By Ollie, at 15/6/04 11:11 AM
it posted before I was finished....shit pants, wait, get a krispy ...that's where I left off.
...Kreme donut without any cock sucking. now I"m done.
By suz, at 15/6/04 3:42 PM
But it lost your post Suz! Sorry, that's a bummer.
By Brad, at 16/6/04 6:19 AM
shit! I said if you just shit your pants you could skip the gibber altogether. You'd just wait around for everyone to get uncomfortable. Then maybe someone would give you a K.K. as a bribe to go clean your ass. of course this was written much more cleverly yesterday.
By suz, at 16/6/04 7:02 AM
That first paragraph...perfection. Not that I know; but, anyway, it's the reason why I read Henry Miller. And I guess that's the best compliment I can give.
By John Shannon, at 21/6/04 6:50 AM
And I graciuosly take your compliment. John, I saw the 'interview' with Michael Moore as well - it was truly a sight to behold. Watching Katie dig herself deeper into Michael's trap as she defended the sacredness of NBC journalism.
By Brad, at 21/6/04 9:29 AM
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