A handsome piece of deformity.

/dances on the grave of the week

It’s the long weekend for me, and I’m a happy mofo. Glee!

I’m tired.

It’s not so much a physical exhaustion, but more of a mental, if not morale, fatigue. The past few weeks have sucked the life out of me and left me in a “I-don’t-wanna-do-anything” kind of state. Lying awake in bed last night, I started to analyze my actions over the course of the past several days, weeks, whatever — as I am wont to do — and found myself being grumpy, irritable, incommunicative and rude. I hate wanting nothing more than to crawl inside my happy little hole and ignore the world beyond the confines of my own flesh; I hate having a portion of my day colour the rest of it, painting the world in unwelcome hues that I’d rather not look at. Life shouldn’t be lived that way.

I am sorely looking forward to the weekend.

There’s nothing quite like, in a dazed I-just-got-up-stupor, wandering to the fridge in pitch darkness, opening the fridge, and thinking, “ow, my eyes… who left the light on…?” I know I’m tired when…

It didn’t work. I’m a bitter old man. Back in my day…

Quick addition to my last post…

Vending machines in schools are not solely to blame here. In order to use a vending machine, one must have money. Parents, if you’re reading this, stop giving your child five dollars a bloody day to purchase ‘crap to bloat their bellies with’ and, instead, earn their love with affection and companionship instead of trying to buy it. And kids? Stop eating, damnit. Display some will power! Excerise! It’s the latest craze! All your friends are doing it! LOL!!1

This isn’t an update. Rather, it is the product of sheer imagination and, for my part, a lack of anything meaningful to share. Mind, that hasn’t stopped me from updating before…

Truth is, I’ve nothing to say. No wry comments to make on societal expectation in regards to marriage and material possession, no ranting to do about how people are starting to blame our society’s obesity epidemic on schools, or…

Wait. I think I found something to talk about.

Obesity and the relationship it has with schools. Schools are grossly underfunded. They are a public excerise (yes, that is a pun), not private, and often turn to corporate sponsorship (read: vending machines) to make ends meet. This results in children having access to, in so many words, a lot of crap to bloat their bellies with. You cannot blame the schools for this. Blame the public, which consists primarily of parents, stakeholders in public education, for they are stakeholders in the lives of their children. Blame the public for letting things deteriorate to this point.

/this post was greatly edited prior to posting in an effort to remove the taint of bitterness and some rather colourful, though amusingly used, language. Ta.

Oh my god.

A misread headline on the newspaper this morning got my hopes up. I thought, at first, that the local museum had an Egyptian showcase in place.

Sadly, no.

Queries to their website came up with but a few, to me, very uninteresting options as well. Professional athletes? Stuffed animals? These things doth not a museum make. We live in sad times when museums pander to pap, pop culture, rather than the whim of the pseudo-intellectual.

I’m surprisingly awake this morning, despite having stayed up too late. This was done reading the second volume of Rising Stars and, like a great game, a good story is equally hard to cease reading. My mind is happy for it, though a wee bit clouded by conspiracy theories… or is that lack of sleep? Regardless, I made a point of not bringing it to work with me, knowing that if I had done so I wouldn’t have gotten any marking accomplished for absorption in a grand story.

Instead, I’m spending my time updating my blog. Oh, the irony.

*shakes head*

My mind works in mysterious ways.

I choose to attribute my actions to fickleness, fatigue, and infatuation. Have I mentioned lately how extraordinarily in love I am? I mean, honestly. If my entry earlier this morning hasn’t driven that point home yet to anyone reading this, um, duh. There’s nothing I would rather do than explore alien vistas on strange planets, plateaus of purple grass and glass houses, with my beloved at my side and her hand in mine. What a grand time we’d have…

But I digress. And I do have work to do. :)

Not keen to run off to work. Would rather stay in bed and snuggle, enjoying the warmth and company of m’love.

As I mentioned to her last night, via telephone communication and spread apart several kilometers, I’m starting to forget, with greater frequency, that she even needs to leave at night. In fact, I was almost startled at the revelation yesterday, and rather bitterly disappointed at the discovery.

Argh.

Seriously whacked out dream last night, perhaps the strangest I’ve ever had. I can remember but vague chunks here and there and, put simply, I cannot string together the recalled pieces into anything resembling a sane semblance. What do I remember involved a near-omnipotent secret society and mental cloning via computer… those are the general themes and ideas. The specifics are harder to capture: break and enter, assault, useless 9-11 operators, escape, friends, a firing range, bottomless pits, discovery of a secret sibling, porting, and vanishing.

Whack.

Nope, not yet. No updates for you.

Ok, no. Wait. I suppose that this IS an update, isn’t it?

FINE!

I have new Matrix toys. TOYS! And speaking of toys… *ahem* Someone’s playing with mine. Gotta go.

It’s amazing how a single phone call can put a day in perspective. If you need me, I’ll be prancing through the daisies.

I am having a horrible day thus far, and don’t have time sufficient to vent.

Argh.

Gotta run.

Today, despite my having lesson-planning and whatnot to accomplish, is going to be a lazy day. By that I mean I shall be lounging about my apartment in a well-loved pair of jeans and a t-shirt, sporting a saucy toque, and listening to some mellow music. That, and I consider the planning necessary a mere forerunner to a few hours of playing Neverwinter Nights. Geeking out, Sickson-style.

In the meantime, here I sit, procrastinating from completing the above. I’m listening to some Der Blutharsch right now and wishing I had a copy of the new album (”Time is thee Enemy!” *coughbadtitlecough*). Yeah, I suppose that I do consider this to be ‘mellow’ music, at least when compared to a few other ‘odds and ends’ that my collection boasts. ;)

Anyways, yeah. I’m wanking here, verbally, and running out of things to say. I’ll just bibble. See what two huge cups of coffee does to me on an empty stomach? Yikes. My vibrating is in direct opposition to the music to which I am presently enjoying. Bounce-bounce-bounce.

Bounce.