May 23rd, 2006


Doin whatever I can to stay calm & collected

(click for illustration)      I'm in one of those situation where anything I say can and will be used against me… You know I don't really like hitting the clubs, lounging around singles bars, and whatever mainly because I guess I haven't found my niche. You know I'm one wild and crazy guy, but today it was a revelation to hear from somebody what a downer a line like "Another day, another dollar" could be. I never really thought about it. I just assumed that hearing that from my boss, made it socially acceptable.
      Apparently not. Jees I wish I had spell check on this. Last year I was in a tizzy about finding a way to greek some text for typesetting a newsletter and what I got was the actual text I ended up using for Pilcrow 6. If you haven't read it, you might find it entertaining. I'm due for another Pilcrow issue this month. Why? Just because I wanted to get an edition out in three consecutive years on May. Besides I keep hearing a rumor that 6\6\6 is doomsday, so I want to get the word out.
      I think I've commited to memory the term solidus. I use a reverse solidus in the date in the previous paragraph. I think renaming the perzine to something like Pilcrow Solidus might work. I could come up with a logo something like so ¶ \
      My world isn't all computers though. I determined to see The Da Vinci Code next week and the week after that, I wanna go see WASP.

A forked tongue

      Today I had chicken for lunch. It takes me a while to get into the swing of things when I change my routine and it seems that I'm now on a set lunch schedule of 12:00 to 1:30 (if anyone is near or around DWP). I hate eating alone, but today I think any distraction in my KooKooRoo chicken might've resulted in a fatality. (I don't want to choke to death from a chicken bone because I was distracted chatting up a storm) In an effort not to use my fingers, I used my tongue and teeth to strip the bones of any meat. This resulted in a bit of meat stuck between my teeth.
      Without the luxury of a thread (or a string of floss) I tried to use paper. Don't ask how. I don't know and it didn't work anyway. I tried again five or ten minutes later in front of a mirror with my nail. Thinking that my pinky nail was finer and thinner to get in between my teeth, I slipped and gashed my tongue. First thing I think of is lizard man from those TV special interest news segments. Second thing I think of is my brother's advice on the confrontation I may get myself into between a lady who still owes me some cash from a loan "Sometimes you gotta bite your tongue". Words to live by, I guess.
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