Wow, it's been ... too long. Lack of focus, life as a whole, general apathy - all and none are to blame.
Time to overhaul this stale old corpse and see if I can get something a little more modern going.
Hell, I do this most every day at work, I shold be able to get at least a vaguely working item here.
Travelling to work and I crave a lens to capture my sight — a pair of tethered steel giants lumbering out of the grey.
And two months just roll on by leaving me trying to collect and collate on just what has been done. Lot of little rote and little of lot note, I either need to break this pattern or refind beauty in the little.
Thankfully the replacement pen arrived and I can hopefully get back to a little work.
Ugh, technical difficulties for a while there. Must not presume anything, I usually look the moron afterwards.
I've been relishing these holidays — granted I'm back at work now but I haven't quite thrown the subtle caress of the break. Maybe a blend of summer and maybe shine too.
Anyway, monologue time.
While writing I watch two aliens fight by my feet — the larger a form of grace, of brutal efficiency — the smaller of industry and numbers.
Like rote this becomes a time of thought, of resolution, and hoped learning. This time it's different, it is entirely self wrought. Events shape & shape events, the wheel turns and the past bites me in the ass — I am like to what I loathe. I see the wheel everywhere, differing aspects obviously but *there* none-the-less — hell it's shaped my most honest piece.
Never took it aboard though, never considered past face, never paused, never.
Heaven forgive me for I certainly won't.
Well, plans are afoot. Another of my side projects is forming nicely and it's kinda nice to have something simmering on the side.
While success is desirable and obviously preferred the process is usually the greater of the gifts.
I am a moron. I've been coveting something recently and so, armed with a vague pretext of an early self eksmass present — I splurged.
With haste I purchased and with haste I returned, and with less haste I pondered the hows of dvd's and a lack of said drive...
Ah well, it was another purchase that was somewhere in the pipeline — it's just been forced forward a touch.
I need a little more patience I guess.
I love having dinner bought for me.
Film review : Corpse Bride
Light fare but exceptionally crafted — wondrous on this front alone. 3 hot dead chicks out of 5
Dreaming again the other night, as always it's a bastard chimera of outside twisted and turned in.
It's easy enough to draw the parallels afterwards — during ? another thing entirely. I usually remain so enthralled that I cannot distinguish between butterfly and man.
Anyhoo, a new piece is on the front burner and we'll see how this one turns out. Fingers crossed.
Happy b'day P.
Curiouser & curiouser, this increasing lag between entries is a little iresome. Worse, it is more likely attributed to apathy over anything else. Sloppy — very, very sloppy.
Still, many things to update on and little time for such indulgence.
Work is evolving, a pay increase and the inferences of such — capability, responsibility. Not that I mind (even if it is a little daunting). It is a milestone I need to note before it settles into the not-now.
Socially — socially I have been busy. Outings an' whatnot, visiting on, visiting upon. An interesting blur of birthdays (yay R.), gastro-pornography, caffeine evenings and bubbly breakfasts.
Though such a summary is glib at best.
Mix in a little collaborative pieces and voila, I have something to do in a pinch for a post.
Belated but not belittled, ciao Antonio.
Blending entropy & pattern since 2001
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