This about sums it up...
'Homesickness is a bit like seasickness. You don't know how awful it is unti you get it, and when you do, it hits you right in the top of the stomach and you want to die.'
-Roald Dahl
Sunday, May 27, 2007
Monday, May 21, 2007
Music Pack-rat-ing
I think it’s time.
I think it’s time for me to call in some help and have the really horrible music on my computer deleted. The kinds of songs that I always skip, the ones that actually make me cringe.
I can’t do it.
Call it a weakness of will but, every time I try, I end dwelling on the idea that at some point I may NEED to hear that song. Dwelling leads to doubt and doubt leads to avoidance.
Shit music stays.
I have no qualms about getting rid of other things- donating clothes, tossing receipts. There are no secret spaces here, full of ridiculous things like porcelain figurines or stacks of candle making kits and boxes of pipecleaners (for elaboration of concept watch that show on TLC).
The root of the problem extends further then my belief that I may one day have a mad urge to hear ‘Tangerine Speedo.’ I am certain the problem must trace back somehow to the fact that I cannot carry a tune and my singing is atrocious. Thus, I am compensating for lack of musical talent by accruing copious amounts of real bad music.
Or maybe one day I will really NEED to listen to ‘Stranger is danger’.
I think it’s time for me to call in some help and have the really horrible music on my computer deleted. The kinds of songs that I always skip, the ones that actually make me cringe.
I can’t do it.
Call it a weakness of will but, every time I try, I end dwelling on the idea that at some point I may NEED to hear that song. Dwelling leads to doubt and doubt leads to avoidance.
Shit music stays.
I have no qualms about getting rid of other things- donating clothes, tossing receipts. There are no secret spaces here, full of ridiculous things like porcelain figurines or stacks of candle making kits and boxes of pipecleaners (for elaboration of concept watch that show on TLC).
The root of the problem extends further then my belief that I may one day have a mad urge to hear ‘Tangerine Speedo.’ I am certain the problem must trace back somehow to the fact that I cannot carry a tune and my singing is atrocious. Thus, I am compensating for lack of musical talent by accruing copious amounts of real bad music.
Or maybe one day I will really NEED to listen to ‘Stranger is danger’.
Thursday, May 17, 2007
White Spiders
Yes. The lizard phase is over. The what-the-hell-dead-upside-down-cockroach-looking bug phase is over. Even the black bug on amphetamines phase is over. It appears it’s now time for the white spider phase. First there was one, yesterday there were two, today there are three. I may not know my math (or maths) but I can tell exponential growth when I see it. What are they even doing in my bathroom, it is by far the most boring place in this house. I must admit that I am awed by their extreme speed and agility at avoiding my chappal. But why waste all that talent in the bathroom with nothing to do except look invisible amongst the white tiles. Maybe its not part of the grand scheme of wearing me down one bug species at a time. Maybe I shouldn’t take it personally. Maybe they just like hanging out where they feel like they belong. I have news for them…they don’t belong. Off to crush some spider self-confidence.
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