Logical Logbook

My thoughts are worth billions. My logic will end the world.

Tuesday, May 31, 2005

I have superhuman strength.
Over the past few years, I've become obsessed with clocks that read 11:11. Originally, I thought it was a good sign. Supposedly, you can make a wish on 11:11 and it will come true. Of course, that kind of shit never works and my wishes were all selfish and immature anyway so I'm glad they never came true. Still, it's curious how often I look at a clock that happens to read 11:11.

So what does that mean? Nothing probably but, of course, if you try to find meaning in something, you always will. If I listen to my logical leftbrain, I see quickly that I don't even actually see clocks at 11:11 any more often than any other time during my waking day. I want to see a pattern so I do. I know that but still I crave an explanation for the phenomenon even though it doesn't exist.

Contrary to my original impression, a clock reading 11:11 now seems ominous--not threatening really but hardly benevolent. 11:11 is a cheeky grin for a clock to wear, almost a snarl. It disturbs me to the point where I just can't keep my mouth shut. I see a clock reading 11:11, I grumble, "You bastard," or something along those lines. This prompts them to brazenly display their four narrow fangs with all the more cheek.

So here I am defeated by an inanimate object and and overly active desire to create meaning from nothing.

My head hurts.
Today for lunch, I went on a mission of conquest to find carnival food. I am not sure exactly what carnival food is but I knew that I wanted something on a stick and that I had to conquer it. Alas, I failed in this mission and instead spent my lunch hour zigzagging aimlessly through the loop only to get a slice of pizza from a dirty little joint a block and a half away from where I work.

Wandering aimlessly has become one of my favorite parts of the day. You really can't go wrong with it. It clears the head and you can't get lost on the way because you're not going anywhere. Plus, you get to feel superior to all those assholes in cars. Fuck you assholes in cars! I walk damnit.
I stayed out till four last night. I didn't mean to. I didn't have my cellphone on me so I didn't know what time it was. I assumed that it wasn't past two. I was wrong. I slept in this morning. It's a good thing I did. I just got to work an hour late, none the worse for wear. Not working for an hour is awesome.

I once didn't work for a whole year. Or, rather, I did minimal work and lived cheaply. During this time, I started this blog so, hey, at least I got something done. I admit that it's questionable as to whether this is a worthwhile expenditure of time. However, I feel that if it is a waste, you all can suck it.

Friday, May 27, 2005

I used to be able to go off on this thing for hours exploring every manner of tangential sidethought that sprung through my mind. Now, I'm unable to that. I feel as if I've lost something important to me and I don't know how to get it back. This sucks.

The only thing I talk about anymore is how I'm bored at work. I've examined the facts and, after much deliberation, determined that this is indeed because the only time I write in here is when I'm bored at work. When I do other things, I'm too busy doing them to blog. I keep myself pretty well engaged during my freetime so now all you get is an endless pissing and moaning on my behalf in regards to my work.

I should move back to Marion. It would improve my blogging incredibly. It would also suck dicknuts.
I often find myself wishing my blood was a different color than red--probably not blue but maybe green or something. I don't know why. I just think it would be cool.

I called off work yesterday just for the hell of it. I brewed some beer. It was fun. Sometime this weekend, I will have to wash my floor though. Right now, walking in my appartment is like being at the movie theatre.

Wednesday, May 25, 2005

I don't think I'll ever believe that time flows at a steady pace. Why would it? It's just as reasonable to assume it's jerky as it is to assume it's smooth. Today, it's going slow. I bet you're a little bored and antsy right now too.

C'mon. Admit it.
I decided to come in to work twenty minutes late today. I woke up on time but I couldn't be bothered to get out of bed. My bed is damn comfortable and, honestly, more interesting than my work is lots of times. I think today, I will try to scope out that Asian American fest if it's still on. If it is, I will eat something. If not, I will eat something else. So there.

Tuesday, May 24, 2005

I went on a walk today after lunch. I didn't find much interesting aside from a very halfass Asian American fest. I am considering eating there tomorrow if it's still on but--like I said--it's very halfass.

I dropped by the farmers' market too. I wish it was fruit season. I need some fresh raspberries or cranberries or something tart (crab apples?) for some beer I'm making. The closest they have right now is dried cranberries and who wants to use those? Maybe I can get some tart cherry at the grocery store. I'm totally considering adding a bacterial culture. That would be amusing.

It always amazes me when I type one of these things and run the spell check to find I made no errors. I'm sure I made one of some other variety though.
It's lunch time. This means I'm eating while sitting here at the computer rather than doing work or wasting time. I just had a bagel and now I'm having an orange. Isn't that great? I think so but I can't imagine you'd be interested in knowing.

Let's face it, you just don't care about me. I was alone in this world until I met you and now I am alone again. Yes, I mean you personally. How could you leave me like this? I don't even know you anymore!
So once again it is morning. So once again I am at work.

The train was slow as hell this morning and crowded. I hate it when on one of those few rare days I leave for work on time, public transit makes me late. It still beats driving though. Drivers are sinners and they will burn.

Monday, May 23, 2005

I'm bored damnit. Very bored. I feel the time scrape like sandpaper slowly across my skin.

I wish that my mind would respond to tedium with a reaction other than boredom. Why don't I become ecstatic when I'm not getting positive mental simulation? That would make me feel a lot better in general. I prefer being ecstatic to bored. Who doesn't?
Ahhh... yes... back on the blogtrain I am. So what about it?

I'm at work but I'm not working. I'm thinking about working though so that counts for something.

All I've eaten today is two oranges but I'm not hungry. My plan of replacing all of my cereal grains with beer is working and working well. I can actually get to sleep better than I ever could before and I can wake up easier. I feel pretty healthy actually--strange considering my only dinner is beer a good three nights a week. This might haves something to do with all the push-ups I've been doing too. Actually, that's a much more reasonable explanation.

I saw the new Star Wars. It's not supposed to but some of it makes me laugh.

I might write some more later if I feel like it but for now, I'm done.