Friday, April 29, 2011
I swear I think this every year. I'm certain I have some grand bio-rhythm cycle, and it seems to be the same intervals all the time. I can't put my finger on it, cause I've never monitored or logged the swings, but I'm in one of those downer phases. Nothing seems to go right. I can't muster up any enthusiasm. If I could escape to a hole in the ground I would. I just want to scream at the world. Everyone seems like idiots and I don't understand anything.
Friday, April 22, 2011
I decided the other day that if a movie were to be made of my life it would be short and there would be a lot of those advancers moments that movies use to skip a lot of time that nothing relevant or exciting occurs. So the screen notes would read:
Opening Scene - Hospital birthing room circa 1960's.
Action - nondescript baby born
Screen fades to black and words appear: YEARS LATER
Screen fades back in
Scene - nondescript car from rear driving down nondescript rode
Action - arm reaches out of sunroof holding nondescript can, ashes and dust begin dispersing from can, hand releases can, can bounces on road to shoulder and comes to rest.
Screen fades to black and words appear: THE END