Words: fall from your mind to your mouth to your hand.
2003-11-30 - 10:41 p.m.
Mitch and I partook in a quest as the Crossgates Mall, to find a book. Any book. Clothes, toys, and video games, stocked on two different floors. As they say on their website, (http://www.shopcrossgates.com/) �8 sit-down restaurants, 8 anchor stores, 20 eateries, 30 movie screens, and over 250 mall shops� and not one bookstore, or even a kiosk on which books could be found. We eventually succeeded, though the books we found were part of AD+D v3.5, or some other RPG, and so wrapped in plastic or boxes that to actually read them without causing a disturbance in the store would be impossible. The more I think about, it, the more I fear I�m right�Americans as a culture simply do not read. Not that they don�t know how to do, it, but given the choice, they�d rather do just about anything else. End nightmare (oh, were only this the end, we might be saved�but my friend, I fear this is a very, very long tunnel we�ve begun to walk down�and I see no light before us�) Also, Marwin was at the mall at rather the same time, picking up chicks, but we didn�t see her.
�So take the photographs, and still frames in your mind. / Hang it on a shelf of good health and good time.� �Green Day
I could have sworn, my whole life growing up listening to this song, that they said �So take the phornographs, and stillframes in your mind, / Hang it on a shelf of get off in good time.� A phornogragh, of course, being some hybrid cross between a phonograph and porn. Which lends a slightly different meaning to �having the time of your life�.
Narrator: And so it was, in times of old, that platypuses were seafaring folk of the highest order, and when they put up their paddles and opted to become landlubber, they were indistinguishable from kiwi birds, in the books of the animals of mann�
Sir#1: *drifting*�and what are you doing, napping? Who has time to nap, in an unexplored world? When is there ever time to put aside everything you are and just slipp into a coma of apathy?
Sir#2: �now. *rolls over and starts to wake up, in spite of himself*
Sir#1: I am in spite of you sir, that you find yourself funny in the face of a crisis. You are throwing your life away, wasting it on an abundance of horizontal luxuries when vertical work is what will really make you happy�
Sir#2: The unexplored world. That�s what makes games good. It�s not the storyline, or the characters, or the graphics, or the humour. It�s the idea that there�s something out *here* that you don�t understand, presented in a format of a very limited system that is conceptually able for you to understand after a temporary bit of exploration. The game is fun because we believe that one day we will have a true understanding of why it works, beyond the simple list of rules�
Sir#1: Christ, you�re just like this guy that I talk to all the time, but haven�t recognized yet. When I want to be straightforward and talk about something serious, he always goes off on this whole tangent.
Sir#2: I like whole tangents, they�re much more complete.
Sir#1: �it�s you!
Sir#2: Of course, you don�t interact with anyone else.
Sir#1: Indeed. But it was fun to elude to the idea that I did.
Sir#2: You are a dreamer Sir, by birth and by nature, so to dreams you must return.
Sir#1: But I can�t sleep anymore, I�ve already started the gears�
Sir#2: So much energy and still, with so many things left to do. *sigh* Come, let us explore a little, before we drift from shore again.
Projekt: Home For The Holidays has begun. Plan part1, to return Sarah to Maine, asap. Plan part3, profit.
New Terms for the Yuletide Season:
�push the nog�: when stocking shelves in the cooler of a gas station, it is often worth your while to push the items forward before going into the cooler, to avoid having to figure out what you need to stock once in the cooler. This process is known simply as �pushing� and it is most frequently used when referring to beer. But this is the christmas season, and thus there is eggnog to be puched, which lends itself to this rather odd and fun-to-say phrase.
*nugu*: (japanese root) to take off. speciffically, to take off clothing. A process done just before one showers.
�perscription boy�: a boyfirend who is everything you need, biologically�for more information, see �things that shouldn�t exist, but for short periods of time, do�
I spotted two ambulances on thanksgiving day. For this part of troy, that�s twice the normal. Working the night before that, I had left the gas pumps on, and left he security off�it was just pure luck that no one came by and bled the place dry. If anyone had gotten gas, I would have been out of a job�or maybe I already am, and I just don�t know about it yet.
The last and most important tip for surviving college: hanging out with your japanese girlfriend is not equivalent to studying for your japanese class, even if hanging out with two japanese girls is considered intensive study.
A poem: �exit the sun.�
enter the sun, stage east
the mourning after noon rises
a jubilee of shiny things said
collection of squeaky things done
all trapped in a not well together
lassie chainsaw jesus WalMart saves
salvation in a can shake well kaboom
another break glass pull pin christmas
under the covers and under the bed
wash your ears and bones in your head
when all the kids have begun to slept
new year's day and the babes not kept
firelight talks of mistakes of the past
visions of sugar plum shadows cast.
exit the sun, stage west.
enter the moon, stage east
chillin' like cube in the park
with the new age punks of smile
two stoners two 'tertwined leaves
reading to trees to reading to people
we can either forget yesterday now
or remember to forget it tomorrow
'cieve in plus smoke pass out plus lung
you say green thoughts sleep furiosusly
i say wet dreams die hard.
under the covers and under the bed
wash your ears and bones in your head
when all the kids have begun to slept
new year's day and the babes not kept
firelight talks of mistakes of the past
visions of sugar plum shadows cast.
exit the sun, stage west.
