case and pointy
>diet dr. pepper found in new orleans.
>keychain fans work better than expected (until you break them which i just did).
>area woman confused by chicken (cooking one that is).
and now a moment on wasting people's time...
waste of time, wasting time ... phrases we throw around quite liberally in our day to day lives. but upon further examination (and an attentive reader), i wish to clarify my rants. i recognize that only i can choose to waste my time. if others happen to be around while my time is being wasted, it is generally just a matter of circumstance and it's my choice to be there in the first place. BUT i do believe that there are certain people/dieties/animals/energies who are responsible for tacking on a little extra hooplah to a generally simple endeavor, resulting in my lost time. now, not to be discriminatory against any particular species, but i have found that humans are the time-wasters in approximately 98% of the afore-mentioned time-wasting events which can truly only be included in about (on average, considering the ratio of daily grind to boredom) five minutes of the maximum amount of wasted time.
yet, you must keep in mind that i take full responsiblity for any time i waste on bullshit writing, crappy poetry, stupid angst, or petty revenge prose. however, as a disclaimer and an advance apology, i do not take any responsibility for your wasted time in actually reading this shit.
i also realize that while my readers/critics are not attempting to be mean or snippy, this little rant was brought to you by the letter "T" and the number "5" (and maybe a truly ignorant co-worker of mine), and not by any comments that any of my three readers have made.
and now on with the motherfucking show....
with the good dr. gonzo (another cat) clawing at my computer chair, and boy reading while chowing on ramen while reading his book .... the back of my knees are sweating and my hair is falling anything but into place. the skies have threatened rain all day, only to cop out and retreat. this leaves an unsatisfied city of souls feeling quite like microwaved gummy worms.
on the lighter, brighter, and wetter side, i found a good bit of dialogue nestled away in the corner of my mind, and i'm praying that with a persisting incubation period, it may be ready for showtime in about two weeks (meaning a screenplay is on the tip of my tongue but BUT i have never counted my chickens ... even after they hatched). but don't say anything about it, or it may kill the mood.
driving down carrollton on my way home from work, i saw a man standing by the side of the road making that hand gesture that a lot of people make when they say "whoopdeedo" (the finger twirling in the air) ... he just kept swinging that finger round and round. sometimes we would wave to a car or two.
this is not what i found odd.
i kept staring at him, wondering what was weird about this. we frequently see homeless people, crazy people, drunk people ... or all three on these streets, it's the nature of the city.
what i found odd was that he was wearing heavy cargo pants and winter jacket (all bundled up with the hood up and all). i wonder if he doesn't realize it's june. or maybe he just doesn't feel the 95 degree humid air closing in around him like i do when i step outside. i wish i had that superpower.
either way, the circumstance was strange because it took me another mile or two of driving before i realized that that's what i found strange about the circumstance. my head is still in a boston winter.
