Liquid Cheese

The liquid cheese that slowly poured on to your heap of colorless tortilla chips caused me to realize that I had no defense for you.

I am not use to this much caffeine

I bought an energy drink that I saw when I was waiting at the check out counter at Target to purchase a $30 dollar phone card. The line was busy for 2:00 pm, I am usually never forth in line at this time of day. The energy drink was a dollar off and displayed to the waiting customers of the line. I didn't need energy, but I do like the taste of them sometimes. I picked it up. Three more cashiers open up new registers. This solves the long line problem, but I don't move. I was much too content with staying in my current line reading the back of the can. 51 grams of sugar, that's a but much. Check out, walk out, open the can and start consuming. 16 ounces, a pint. Jittery, is that the display of energy? Still awake now. Don't drink much caffeine anymore. I torture myself with an unsweetened cup of instant coffee in the morning. That's it. Whatever I drank is still in my system, keeping me awake. My body temp is high too. Definitely not use to this much caffeine.




Grammar note: I thought it is supposed to be 'use to' because that's what I said in my head and it sounded correct. Then I thought, "is it actually 'used to'?". Looked it up, it has to do with tenses and shit. I ain't got time to check that shit. You know what I mean, quit playing dumb.

Walking Away Part 1

I was just given the most magnificent temporary phone number. In the middle of my switch between carriers, they gave me this number: 468-0003. When I first saw it on my screen I didn't believe it was a phone number. Triple zeros? Is this thing real? But it was and it's like a number phone that isn't a random set of numbers but one made to stand out.

The first three numbers, '4-6-8'. All even, all two digits apart. When your finger dials it on a telephone keypad for the first time, the numbers create this symmetrical triangle, an arrow really, that points to you. Four, across to the right, skip the five, press the six, diagonally down and to the left to rest, briefly, at the eight.

Transitioning to the final four numbers is so elegant as well. After the brief rest at the eight the finger will simply need to more downward to the zero. Hitting to three times repeatedly. The simplicity of this action is just a dream. We are creatures of habit. We like to press buttons and without the need for the thought or accuracy of the mind interfering, this appeases our animal instinct.

The lone three brings closure to the number. Three zeroes followed by an actual three only seems fitting. The three is never alone though. The magical number that song once sang about, it wouldn't be right to put any other number there. The three makes it human, it makes the dialer know that another person is on the line. It stopped the routine pleasure of the zero presses, and brought the caller back into this world in which we don't control. As much as we want to keep pressing the zeroes to infinity like a child on a play phone, we can't. We have to come back at some point and the three does this. It says the number ends and the call with another starts.


As much as i wanted to keep using the number, I couldn't. I was committed to another.

Such a Depressing Win

It's nine o'clock. You're kinda hungry. Not quite that hungry to keep you from sleeping, but hungry enough to know that if you don't eat, you'll wake up hungry. It's a Thursday night and you got nothing to do. So you choose to eat, quench your hunger. The problem is, you have no food at this lonely place that people consider your home. So you think some more, just go to sleep when you aren't even tired, or drive somewhere and eat something that you know your taste buds find good even though everyone, including yourself knows it's bad. You choose the latter of course, you're a grown adult, what the fuck are you doing sleeping at nine o'clock for.

There are so many choices to choose from. There was that place you always wanted to try. But it's probably closed, even though you didn't even check. Sit down restaurant? Yeah right, that would require you to change out of your sleeping clothes. You may not care about what you put in your body, but you damn sure are this self conscious enough to care about how strangers perceive you. The only choice, and you knew this thirty minutes ago, was fast food from a drive thru.

There are still so many choices. McDonald's, Burger King, Wendy's, Taco Bell, Jack in The Box. They are all close, all a drive away. But, ooh, Jack in The Box, they have that special six dollar munchie meal. Even though you never really said, ooh; their menu has become the comfortable norm for you.

So you embark on a journey to the local Jack In the Box. You have made the same trip, four times in the past two weeks to pick up a munchie meal, that will very temporally bring you a short lived particle of enjoyment that will redundantly end quickly. You get it, plus the coke you're planning on mixing with bourbon. You eat it in-front of the computer you stared at for ten hours before committing this gluttony, not unlike the computer you stared at for 40 plus hours at the office. You eat it all. You consumed more calories in ten minutes than a North Korean commoner consumes in a day, 1756 calories; you looked it up.

In the distraction of your boredom, masquerading as this pseudo hunger, you forgot to peel off that McDonald's Monopoly ripoff, game piece off the box. You desperately hope that it's some large chunk of money will get you out of your self imposed funk, even though that stats class you took in college says that it's improbable. You peel it to reveal that you've won a free Jack's Munchie Meal. You stare at it for a short while, digesting the food and state of your perpetuity, then placing it in your wallet, saving it, maybe for tomorrow.

How Technology Has Changed Me or Why Bears Will One Day Eat Your Children: Part 1

One time while on my computer I was thinking that I could use more compact stand for the monitor I was looking at. I needed to know if the monitor a a standard VESA mount. Instead of standing up and looking behind the monitor, I searched VESA Mount and the model of my monitor on the internet. It was totally faster than actually physical movement.

Shit, Just Shit

Getting this mini van serviced
Ain't my car, seven passengers nervous
Lumps in your throat, lozenges are worthless
Possibly dreaming? Hell no, Charleston moving koopas.
Ssshh! Snake might eat you. Optical beams detritus.
Debris in the sea, dolphins getting canned like tunas.
The cops pull you over, just swallow down the cocoas
Don't puke, better not puke, fifteens year ain't worth it,
Dog sniffing you, german shepherd obedience inpunitous
Just making us words now, bleeding impuritas.
That sounds spanish, it might pass pruebas.
Spanish for tests. Getting tired of the ending mass.
I really want to change ending sound watches.
I should really stop now. The oil change is done coyotes.

What i remember

I was a kid once and i remember playing with toys. I didn't have very many toys as a kids but i did have a few that i remember. There were these lego figures that i played with. They weren't apart of a kit of anything but they were these simple jointed figure that would transform for a spaceship to a humanoid robot. Yeah those were the days.

I didn't like face painting as a kid. I remember going on a field trip and the parent or teacher that volunteered to supervise my group offered us a face painting thing at the amusement carnival that we went to. I declined. For some reason that i though it was wrong.

Being Aware of Time

Which makes it that much slower

Ringing

Instead of falling
I am writing a haiku
Which stops gravity

I wish I could write love letters all day and then hand them out to people. It's not really socially acceptable though, people don't like receiving encouragement and complements from strangers in written form. I should work on verbal communication.

Sleeping would be nice
Letting the brain rest a bit
It wanders a lot

A love letter is like an indirect persuasive essay, but isn't all writing indirectly persuasive? The writer intends to persuade you into believing it. Scientific articles, "I totally want you to believe this is factual and has significance". Sports columns, "I totally want you to believe that my opinion matters and what I write here is true". Satire, "I want you to want you to think that this could be true, because it reads so familiar to a piece that was taken as truth".

When the light hits me
Flashing stimulates the brain
I get a seizure.

Someone dented my car yesterday. It looks intentional. I know the car that did it. I keep thinking of revenge. In my mind the dent is huge. I keep thinking about, how much force that person had to apply by their own hands to dent the body panel and how much force I should apply to their car. The only thing that can comfort me is actually looking at the dent. It's pretty small, insignificant even.

Letting go is so much more difficult than its two simple words indicate.

Happy 400th post.

He's Out

http://m.bbc.com/news/world-europe-27868787

Time saving tip number never done this before.

When you buy a new car, the dealership includes at least two copied of the key. Tip: put both copied of the key on the same key ring. This will save you time by improving the chances of getting the right key by 100 percent. That is almost guaranteed!

The fall of ketchup

Being the sole holdout of dipping french fries with ketchup, I am amazed how the empire of this condiment could fall so quickly.

It wasn't but twenty years ago when ketchup was the goto staple with fries in america. Golden fries being dipped in a velvet red sauce, bring that familiar taste. Years go by and now the selection of complementary sauces has expanded exponentially. When given the choice (when people are asked) of sauces they would like to consume, I am hard pressed to find anyone who will stick with plain old ketchup at a Red Robins.

Variety has changed it all. It is in fashion to have a distain for ketchup and if you are a gourmet chef it is in fashion to like ketchup. We like to think that the stuff we consume says/portrays positive attributes about ourselves. I wish it were that easy. I like ketchup, but I also like to sandbag. Do I really like ketchup?

I know this person named Maya

She died today. She was cool. She is cool.

I haven't posted on social media in a while

I was going to (and still am) be silent on social media (facebook and twitter) until Schumacher woke from his coma. My last post was wishing for his recovery. It has remained my latest post since late december. He is still in a coma. It seems that he may stay this way for the rest of his life. He is no longer in a hospital, he is at his home. I will remain hopeful.

Not quite 15,000 mile service haiku time but close enough

That grey garbage can
Contains recyclables
That i would reuse.

Like this napkin here
I could use this four more times
Premoistened for me

Weird unknown sickness
Made my eyes bulge like melons
Ehh, got good health care

Doc said 'eye herpes'
Treatable but no cure
Put this ointment on

Recommendations
To prevent the spread of it
Don't stare at people

Wear two eye patches
Preferably dark colors

Imagine the chaos

It has only been one person writing this stuff all along. 'Why' usually starts a question, but in the case of this statement it could have been any other word. JJJ. No longer will salmon swim upstream at 1.5 mbps. Un wrapping the core elements of brain function. Hyphens are a drain to english grammar. Allow me to hear a hyphen in the words you said to me. I couldn't. Can you imagine the simple straight line parallel to earth breaking apart words that everyone knows should be together? I guess it's better than a space, or a period. A period would totally not make sense, only if the writer had completely forgotten the context surrounding those two words.

Missing out on national poetry month

April the cruelest month? Maybe. It's is one of those 30 day months, you can never trust them. And why is it just national? Which nation? Would the southern hemisphere's poetry month be six months from now? They're at fall, the poetic bone of my body would think that you could only have a poetry month in spring, cause of all of that foliage changing and shit. Causing all this inspiration and shit.

Me? I don't need spring to inspire me. I be writing this in complete darkness. My fingers just elude metaphors. My brian chemicals festers with simile. My heart beats with meter. And no, metaphor and simile aren't the same thing.

I totally almost forgot Part 36

So I have been running, and I did get a sub 14, but I was running a 100 yard dash. My local track is only marked for 100m on one side. Currently, my best time in the 100m from a standing start without spikes is 15.83. I did it without spikes yesterday thinking that since the track was dry, I can do without. After a few runs, I knew I was wrong.  15.83 is an improvement. I'm gonna start a spreadsheet logging my times.

How depressing

I was going to write about an orange, but couldn't figure out what to say. Michael Schumacher still has not woken up. It did run wind sprints yesterday. I used my stopwatch i bought a couple of weeks ago. Here are my times in reverse chronological order:

15.36
3:00.74
15.50
2:59.88
15.76
2:59.73
15.69
2:00.94
16.59 (110m)
2:01.62
14.25
2:00.88
16.03 (110m)
2:00.83
14.57

19:08.37

Mostly 100m with a couple of exceptions. Tracked the rest in between as well. These are all self timed. I hope to get a sub 14 by this month.

That was fun I guess.