Life goes on...

New philosophy for today: F it.

Tired of all the crap in the world. Tired of murder and mayhem and people arguing about the superiority of OSX versus XP. Tired of dry bread and rude pedestrians and crashing browsers. Tired.

So, for today, and today only: F it. I'm not going to let it get to me: F it. The reality of my life is decent enough, and my imagined life is unparalleled, so: F it.

Today, I won't make a difference in the world. I won't make shake things up. I won't care.

Ah, F it. I do care and I do want to make a difference and that lady on the sidewalk pissed me off and so did Bush. And I don't like dry bread or old Macs.

F it.

A year of blambles

So fearless reader(s?), it has come on that all irrelevant one year anniversary of my first blog. I'm not going to review the year or anything like that.

Instead, let's talk about toasters. I walked past this bank today that had a window full of toasters. I assume they give them out with a bank account. At least, that's what they used to do. I remember - or, at least, remember hearing about - banks giving out appliances to new customers. Which leads to the question: Why toasters? Of all the things to give out, why appliances?

I can understand why this new bank would give out toasters (and they're nice Cuisinart toasters too), it's a nostalgia gimmick thing. But why did they begin giving out toasters?

So, as I look back on a year of pointless blambles, a year that began with an attempt to develop a fictional character and ended with a question about toasters, I can only realize that this blog has no redeeming social value. But maybe it made someone smile, a little.

And that's good enough.

Fictional Begginnings: noir

I had 14 pounds of cat on my feet and 98 pounds of woman draped across my chest when the phone rang. Phone calls at three in the morning are usually one of two things: drunken idiots or bad news. Sometimes both.

I was hoping for idiots but betting on trouble as I fumbled for the phone...

Oh yeah...

Happy New Year!

Quick Question

Is belief in the idea of a thing the same as believing in the thing itself?