time makes me dizzy...

Time has been a frugal stranger lately, I work such odd hours that I find myself loosing my time. It's a weird phenomena when you have all the time in the world you just don't care. It's like having money, you only really care about it when it's gone. The same apply's to time, you don't make the most of it when you have all you can use. To be geeky I watch Dr Who quite a bit and the doctor doesn't much think about time until something bad is going to happen. Say like when a companion is about to hit the concrete running, then the nostalgia works get flowing. I'm not sure anyone besides Dr Who fanatics will get that reference but what the hell. I think this whole meditation comes from not enough sleep lately. I just haven't been counting the sheep like I used ta. I feel them coming on tonight, I hope they keep trotting over my head for at least 8 hours. I saw something good today, another road-kill hair weave. I don't know if folks aren't using enough glue on their hair but be carful, no one likes to see good hair on the side of the road. j

if I could sell my brain for a six pack...

I probably would have at one point but now maybe not. It's not quite the zinger it once was but still able to go poo in the toilet and not on the floor etc... I have the feeling that I try to avoid facing the stuff I don't really want to do, but who doesn't. The problem with that is I got some pretty heavy stuff to face. I'm sorta shaky today but that probably just means I should eat. I wanted to write something very poignant today but it looks like that might have to be later cause I have to shower, eat and go to work. The fun never ends. j

i'm gettin all inspired and shit

Ok I have been writing since I was a child. My mother can prove it but you don't want to talk to her. I have millions of stories, some are complete others... not so much. I have been published as a contributor to "Destroy all Movies" (edited by Zach Carlson), I am working on potentially good stuff that my lead to other good stuff. I just have to get off my ass and get to the grindstone or the taco bar, whichever works. I used to write like a young genius whilst intoxicated but alas I can no longer imbibe the way I used to. I still have the idea's but now I have to force myself to sit down to work, after or before the work that buys me toilet paper. Great god toilet paper I sing thy praises. I am confused by all the "lady power" stuff such as roller derby and naked yoga or whatever. No desire to hang out with a bunch of power mad women on wheels whose desire it is to put you in the hospital for new knees. Allrighty then, enough rant for one evening. Hope you are doing better tomorrow than you are right now. j

So it's the first of another try to blog. We'll see how it goes. I'm doing the twitter thing too, who knows maybe I will stick to it and make myself productive. I need to get all my projects done and maybe I will. Just trying to make it through in one piece. My dog loves me though, a little too much sometimes but wouldn't change it fer the world. So be a smarty and read a book.