Friday, January 31, 2014

Satan is a Hoarder

I'm aiming to have chapter seven scoured to perfection by the end of this weekend. That's the only bad thing about working full time, editing takes forever. I want the end result to be my best work--I'm determined to not just phone it in.

Forgetting one layer of socks, along with taking an enormous crap, has made me miss my usual bus. You think I would have learned by now that eating a small dinner might prevent this. But it's OK, I usually take a very early bus to ensure that I have a safety net. The next bus will supposedly be here a minute ago.

I finished watching "The Armageddon Factor" with the kids last night, along with a plethora of Sesame Street and Electric Company shorts. "Caterpillars Never Wear Brown Boots" was the clear favorite.

I've been listening to old Frantics Times episodes. This morning I heard a sketch about a guy selling his soul to the devil for a quarter, because he didn't want to miss Nancy and Sluggo in the paper. It makes me wonder, why is this legend so embodied in our minds? What would Satan do with my soul? Wouldn't it get boring after a while? Do they get dusty? Are souls what keep the Lake of Fire burning? What will he do when the human race dies off, or does he collect alien and animal souls as well? I guess I should ask Ernie Bushmiller, he must have sold his soul to make a comic as utterly unfunny as Nancy so popular.


Thursday, January 30, 2014


I watched a few episodes of Tom Baker's "The Armageddon Factor" and played Monopoly with the kids last night. I had a discussion with Joe about how while Regan did not like telecommunication monopolies, the government does not care that Texas Instruments has a monopoly on graphing calculators.

Poor Mandy has a cold. I'm amazed that working outside in this weather hasn't given me some sort of respiratory infection. Meanwhile, my diesel Jetta still languishes in gelled filter purgatory.

Here I go again.


Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Not allowed to wah

Another day of working outside in 15 degree weather yesterday, and probably the same for the rest of the week. But who cares. I feel like this never ends, like my life is weariness, cold and darkness. Find someone who will listen, who will be your friend.

Tuesday, January 28, 2014

Jamaica Sewage Plant Blues

Every morning, I walk a mile to my first bus. Its sixteen degrees out and it's dark, but it's OK, because I bundled up and I walk pretty fast. Lately I've been working outside. The problem is that I'm not walking around, so I feel the cold cutting through all my layers and deep into my bones. I'm hating the cold, but I'm afraid I'll hate the summer even more, when it's burning hot, and the stench of bubbling excrement is unbearable. Even worse will be the hoards of insects that will come to feed. Sigh. I've been looking for a home in this industry for years, I just never wanted it to be in a sewage plant.

We watched Race for Your Life Charlie Brown last night. Both Mandy and Joe were unimpressed, even though Mandy had been excited at the prospect of watching a "Snoopy Movie." It was cute for nostalgia's sake. I remember my first time sleeping in a water bed, and since it wasn't like bouncing around on a giant water balloon, I felt gyped.

I need to lose weight.