Waiting For Something To Happen
Interesting if you enjoy seeing someone’s brains splattered across the screen-not literally you sicko…Basically this bad-boy has become a source of cheap therapy.Archive for cats
OK Tiny Tim….
I’m worried this thing here may have become some kind of fucking crutch.
Case in point: I have recently thought to myself, “perhaps I had better pursue this idea of writing, as really I’m not getting any younger – shit or get off the pot”. But to be honest, I can’t seem to have any creative ideas without this damn page open.
Maybe I’ll try writing here, then copying it elsewhere, but ugh…..I blame it all on my reluctance to do this in the first place. The realization that in order for this to be have any level of success means others need to see it, well, frankly it freaks me out. I like my privacy, and I like not having others in my head. I know without having written a word, that if even if I went a work of complete fiction, someone would pick out some aspect that could be considered “personal” or “revealing of myself” and I’d get to spend all kinds of time denying it up and down.
Pseudonyms were invented for this specific purpose I suppose.
Also holy shit, typing lying down with a cat on you refusing the move so you can sit up and do more then type with two fingers, is, well, a bit goddamn much. Spelling errors abound. I’ve given up pretending I own these cats though, despite telling them as much all the time. They know it and I know it, just get the damn food in the dish already and be grateful for the opportunity.
Back to the original argument. It seems for journalism degree programs, unless I make a major move away, I can either try for the one year program at King’s (meaning I need to wait a year), see if St Thomas can knock off a couple years for time served in the university system already, or just say fuck it and throw caution to the wind and piss some money away on a distance degree by internet – which to be honest has more or less seemed like bullshit and a waste of money to me, but then again I have never really researched the whole notion to see if anything legit really exists in the area of going to school without leaving the front door.
Lastly, firefox really wants me to capitalize “internet”…..last I checked it wasn’t a restaurant, a reference to to a book with that title, someone’s name, or even a real goddamn country so knock it the hell off already it’s not going to happen.
PS I suspect some of the sarcastic anger in the writings of the link in the previous post may have awakened my own sarcastic rage not seen since the last time I made fun of the downstairs neighbour. Stick with what you know I suppose.
…cat with the toilet water foot…
So tonight, as I got into the car to come home, a coffee cup lid blew all the way across a very larger, and empty parking lot, to come to rest at my feet.
Was this my bag dancing in the wind?
Whatever it was, I said “Hello”. No point in being rude.
I’m glued to youtube right now, watching some Stars videos. Here’s one so you can watch with me.
I’ve been having big thoughts lately. I always used to, then I became some kind of grown up……or something.
Nothing phenomenal, just….thinking big. Try it, it’s fun. I like to picture scenarios where string theory is correct and the universe and everything in it is made of vibrating strands of energy with every last thing imaginable connected, and maybe, just maybe, we’re nothing more then a realisation of ourselves – the universe just wanted to experience itself.
And then things like the sound of a cat falling into a toilet bring me back.
A coworker commented tonight I seemed to have lost my edge. It’s true. I think I’m just tired and a bit pissed really. It’s been a long 6 months or so of trying to make various things work, and I’m at the point where if I was given an out – like a “new life” out – I’d take it. Clearly something isn’t working and it’s become boring. If I have to struggle, then why not struggle trying something new?
OK, no pity parties. I just like to vent. Venting is healthy, like how I’ll vent that sooner or later the cat with the toilet water foot is eventually going to jump up on the bed.
I’ll tell you one thing I know for sure – my eyes are wide open and scanning the horizon for any opportunities to try something different.
Preferably a new job in a new city – which at this point could be in a new country, who cares.
So you don’t know it, but I just spent a good 45 minutes since writing that last sentence watching videos, and getting angry with cats who insist on tearing serious ass and fighting at 2:30 a.m.
Hmmmm well, to continue the Montreal connection, as well as bands heavy on the male/female vocal trade off….here’s another video.
*Warning, the ending is somewhat sad*
Hmm…perhaps the warning would have been better served before the video, but I couldn’t risk it not being watched.
In other news, cats are jerks.
I need my own house where they can do whatever they want.
Some competition will do you good…
It’s snowing.
Nothing too big, not even staying on the ground.
It’s official though. Where the hell are my snow tires? Oh yeah 2 are under a porch somewhere in the city, the others are at the store. Blah. Winter costs too much.
The official search for Fredericton housing will start soon too.
About damn time.
Also, some sad news, the kitten belonging to my soon-to-be new cat died I guess. The only of three to make it past the first 24 hours. The silver linig I suppose is that she will get to move in sooner rather than later, which is good as this guy is so starved for attention that typing these simple sentences warrents screams for attention.
Spoiled brat. Some competition will do you good I say.
Also before I go, these are fun.
Annnnd for some reason, when I got home the internet was acting up….again. I turned off the new router, and switched on the old one now set up in the living room. I am now running on my old network. (That’s right apparently I set up a new network in addition to the old, rather than writing over the old)
I may open a cafe at this rate.
EDIT* It’s now Wednesday, I’ve been awake off and on all morning since 9AM thanks to the cat. Anyway the weather report has changed, it is now full-on-full-blast snowing. Accumulation and everything. Sick.
