bolas azules

I am not quite certain what I did to invite it, considering there's been
no arousal to speak of today and certainly nothing intense and prolonged
to invite the condition,

but Righty is tender.

I assume I'm being paid back. For something.

Ok. I'll be good.


(ow)

Today's theorem

Truth is like energy. It can neither be created nor destroyed.

It is. Always.

I don't think I know enough people

who understand the glory involved in having just been called "The Stig".

(walking around with helmet on)

I am officially declaring a moratorium on playwrights that write dialogue with no punctuation and call it "stream of consciousness" or "stream of thought".

If it's written correctly, we'll get what it is

Furthermore, people reading the script need the punctuation SO THEY KNOW WHAT THEY $#??$ YOU'RE TRYING TO SAY.

I have moments

When I understand that I am nothing but the average of a 12 year old boy and a dirty old man. 

I am tired of my temper testing my patience.

(particularly when my patience loses)

I took the 3:30 drunk boat, saw a man so incapacitated his friends were carrying him arm-under-arm onto the boat.

Then I went to the front of the main deck (in effort to avoid a perceived high potential for drunken stupidity. I ate a little, thought a little...and looked around to see several people dosing on each other's shoulders, laps, chests and couples boo'ed up.

It was the first time I've ever found anything about the ferry in the wee hours on the weekend remotely adorable.

Maybe that's progress.

Today,

while on the train:

I saw a youngwoman whose face seemed as though she could have been hewed by spirits from wood

sanded in so many steps that all separation of grain and splinter melted into a consistent hue -

and rubbed with oil so that she shone.



And I found myself almost-despairing that I was not alone...

and that I had no tears...

so that I could weep the pleasure of the seeing.

A Note to Any Future Cohabitants

I need to always be near a steady, abundant supply of paper towels.

Seinfeld to Stern

"Your career is a victory over the self...you conquered yourself."

("conquered your self"?)

Right.

I am currently on the boat

sitting a ways away from a hybrid if Wilford Brimley and Holmes' Watson dressed for a jungle forest excursion.

I don't know if I want hot English breakfast or sun brewed iced.

Bliss =

That moment when a character says exactly what you've been screaming at
the screen for 2 seasons.

Voyager, 703, 12:30

The Grind

I'm not sure when, but at some point I became a teeth-gnasher.

This does not bode well for ye-of-little-to-no-health-or-dental-coverage.

"I never refer to me as an artist,

---

From: CWalkerJr
Sent: 2/3/2014 8:55
To: C. Walker, Jr.
Subject: "I never refer to me as an artist,

It's third of February.

I'm already tired of snow.

Ride.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fNNoU13Xu6M&sns=em

(sigh)

Food.

and poverty.

:-/

011010111 et Magnifique!

I am that dude in GIMP.

That is all.

Rat. Turtle. Snake