Tuesday, October 12, 2004

In the beginning...

there was an idea, and that idea become a realization of the ease with which it could be accomplished. That realization led to the creation of a posting; a sample of digital media created solely for the purpose of relieving my insanity. And once finished, that sat blazing in all its magnificent glory on my computers hard drive. For three months...

And so we take a step backwards, out of time, to relive the unpublished beginning of my blog...

July 16, 3:41pm

Alright. So I've been thinking a lot lately. Not really about anything in particular, just a jumble of random thoughts about everything from alarm clocks to nutmeg. Have you ever actually seen nutmeg in its pure nut form? Before it’s ground up into a fine powder and distributed to supermarkets and bulk food store everywhere? I saw a nutmeg nut for the first time today. It looked like a mini walnut. I’m going to make it a point of using grated nutmeg in something soon. I don’t know what yet, but it’ll be good. I’ll invite all you guys over, and we’ll drink beer and eat nutmeg flavoured food. It’ll be awesome.
But anyway, back to the whole thinking thing. I’m afraid I may just be going crazy. Flat out rubber walls, straight jacket, and little pink pills every three hours kinda crazy. I mean seriously, I’ll be sitting at work fantasizing about playing Legend of Zelda, A Link to the Past, which just for the record has a very clever name. (Kevin, you are my hero, wordplay is frickin’ awesome) But yeah, instead of thinking about work, I’ll be daydreaming about Super Nintendo. Sometimes I’ll go back even further, and pretend I’m playing Duck Hunt for the NES. I wish I could go back in time to nineteen eighty-five. I’d listen to Men Without Hats and play Duck-Hunt for weeks at a time. After the nutmeg party I’ll build a time machine.
Work is hell. I hate work. Once my time machine is built, I’ll be loaded, richer than all time Jeopardy Champ Ken Jennings. He’ll be my pool-guy. I’ll use my king-like riches to finance my Journey of Sloth. And I’ll buy an Atari, so I can alternate between Duck Hunt and Asteroids. For now though, work is my eight and a half hour snooze alarm. Don’t get me wrong; I, as a true patriot, work hard to help perpetuate the flow of commercialism. I just hate it is all, ‘cause I’m not quite all there. So it’s driving me insane. But it’s okay, ‘cause being sane is overrated anyway. Sane is for nine to five, neck-tie wearing office clerks. I don’t want to own an SUV. I own two and a half ties. Two are reserved for special occasions. The half is a clip-on from when I was six.
Nope, sanity is a fog that blinds your eyes to the stars. You should write that down. Me? I’m gonna go drink a homemade Iced Cappuccino and listen to the Smiths.