12/30
The laundry at this point has become sentient and may be planning something big. It rests heavy on the floor and hints at heavy doings. Paranoid? Did anybody see stromatolites coming? No. And they turned the previously inert mostly CO2 atmosphere into a damn quagmire of corrosive oxygen. You can’t trust life that is willing to lay around looking innocuous. Sure, now we can breathe and all the really cool mountain bikes are built out of the banded limonite, hematite, and goethite from all of that mess, but think of all the happy rocks that could have lived on forever with no oxidation? You did not think of the rocks, did you? No, you did not.
I would move that an average person thinks of rocks once every fifteen years or so when one hits them in the head. Of course, unless you live in a grass hut and chip tools out of surficial flint or chert, you are responsible for untold rock trauma. You, yes you, with your bullshit post consumer recycled reusable shopping bag and rdidculously small fruit loop car think you are not responsible for earthen trauma. Indeed, let it be known that every single human in a Western (and Australia) developed country is responsible for an average of 1.5 million pounds of gravel mined out of river beds the world over. That means you. I know, you don’t even know where the gravel goes. You never worked concrete or put in a subgrade for a road.
Damn, I need to lay off the R. L. Burnside and coffee first thing in the morning. I haz a hostiliteh!
I need breakfast before I fucking murder a motherfucker. The return of Rock Hammer is imminent. That portion of my mentality needs quelled. And all I have is smoothie stuff. Useful advice:
If you hate the nasty taste of whey powder, substitute two eggs. The add a real nice texture to the smoothie as well.
And I’m out.
April 23, 2008 at 10:19 pm
Fruit loop cars and rock trauma – hostility may be bad for your mental health, but it certainly makes for enjoyable writing. And isn’t that what matters in the end? That ‘happiness’ and ’stability’ stuff is overrated!
I’m the total opposite when it comes to breakfast personalities. Ideally, I do coffee in the morning and that’s that. I adore cooking breakfast for others but the idea of eating the full sausage and eggs combo myself makes my stomach turn.
April 24, 2008 at 8:36 am
Ha, indeed that happiness bullshit is overrated. From her on out it’s whiskey, coffee, and greasy meat for breakfast. That should make me downright miserable, but probably a low-grade genius.
Breakfast is a meal I appreciate fully, but if I’m not sharing it with someone, it’s going to be simple. And lame.
April 25, 2008 at 3:06 am
I need coffee first thing or best if no one talks to me. And if I’ve had bad coffee, watch out! Breakfast can always wait.
April 25, 2008 at 10:45 am
Coffee is best when it’s bad. I really never bothered with coffee until I joined the Navy, then I learned to make it the old ordie way. Strong as hell and with a little salt. so, yeah, I spent five years dehydrated.