The Process
Can't resist, don't want to"
Every week I sit down and try to think of something to write about. I start with trying to think of something nobody else has thought of before. After I get frustrated with that, I try to think of a different perspective on something that has been thought of extensively. After two glasses of water, 2 Smarties, 2 Sweet Tarts, and 1 Reese's, I've given up on being witty and unique.
The process then breaks down to me giving up and talking about how much I hate people who chew with their mouths open. Their gaping maws gnashing convulsively, making it nary impossible to concentrate on anything but the swift removal of its source. That sickening "PWEQTH", the gut-wrenching "SNICKT", and the utterly horrendous "KLLEGH". With two L's. And a lotta saliva.
Some time after comes the incoherent rambling. Oh, such rambling. It starts with how everybody misinterprets The Matrix. They use little bits and pieces of it, quips and quotes, but fail to see the grand scheme: a world without religion, but people still slaves to their own beliefs, and a system engineered perfectly around the addicted nature of human beings. Or I just talk about my ridiculous computer philosophy.
Or the stuff I wrote down a week ago and I can't remember anymore. I have no idea why I wrote "the universe unifies sometime in november". Nor have I a clue why the phrase "mortuary salesperson" has been heading my notes file for the last month. But every once in a while, one sparks a thought. Like "addiction", which reminded me that I think that humans beings need to be addicted to something. Or was it in reference to my little computer sabbatical? Jeez. I really should write more down when I have these ideas.
Needless to say, its a process. And here I am, in dire need of sleep, aspirin, and insulin. Beat to hell after trying to learn zone defense/offense in Ultimate. But what I've just done is new. Carry on as they might, these last few sentences just turned 2 hours of writing (I know because I had already written it) into 5 minutes. It might be that I'm hyped up on Halloween candy, but I think I'm on to something here.
Lets do this. Go.
Most people in the world are kinda insane.
Computers should have never worked.
The dreams aren't getting any better.
I am spiritually dead, or so I'm told.
The tin man is a badass.
I've prayed once in my life.
Huh. Well. That was fun. Rapid-fire philosophy. Weeks worth of Chronicles spent in a few short and largely unsubstantiated generalizations and random facts without a context with which to apply them.
Oh wait. That's what most of my Chronicles are. Damn.
I have fun writing them, though. Gives me a chance to use a part of my brain that goes largely unused 6 days out of the week. And makes me feel like somebody might be looking at something other than pictures of the puppy. She was eating cat poop today. No. It wasn't cute. It actually smelled really bad. So no picture, sorry.
Well, as I probably won't be able to come up with something readable by Sunday, I'll wish you a happy Halloween.
Oh, who am I kidding. I've got a pumpkin pie and two boxes of Halloween decorated Krispy Kremes sitting on the counter. I'll see you in a few pounds.