After much soul-searching, I’ve come to the conclusion that when my time on this spinning rock comes to a close, I don’t want to die at work, sitting in my cubicle, wearing a tie. That, to me, would be the worst way to shuffle off this mortal coil.
And I would want my final words to be “Pump up the jam”.
After a night of strange dreams where I was discussing the pros and cons of public transportation with a blue alien plant in my backyard, I awoke to find myself feeling ill. So, if you don’t mind I think I’ll keep this post short and stuffy.
In the meantime, let me just put this right here:
The jobs I would least like to have:
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…and whatever it is that this guy does:
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No sir…count me out. I’ve seen enough Val Lewton movies to know that this is not the career path I’d choose…
My favorite quote on writing:
Writing is easy. All you do is sit staring at a blank sheet of paper
until drops of blood form on your forehead.
- Gene Fowler
Happy Friday. Seeing as how I have Monday off from work, I’ll see y’all back here on Tuesday. Hope you have a safe and sane 4th!
Forgive me, but I’m a new father and am very impressionable on the proper ways to raise a child. Tell me, is this the route I should take?
*Throws up the devil horns* Rock on!
…and that’s how I wrap up a weak blogging week. Seems I put almost no effort into my posts this week. Heck, I’m impressed that I managed to catch my tyops. Ah well, some weeks are like that I guess.
Here’s hoping that the pre-sickness feeling I’ve been experiencing since Thursday doesn’t blow up into a full-fledged illness. ’Cause, ya know, I have a few trail runs that I want to attack this weekend.
