Friday, April 23, 2004
QUOTE OF THE DAY : "Politicians are like diapers. They both need changing regularly and for the same reason." - Unknown
SONG OF THE DAY : Ennio Morricone - The Trio
LINK OF THE DAY : Poor Kitty.
By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap
To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon,
Or dive into the bottom of the deep,
Where fathom-line could never touch the ground,
And pluck up drowned honour by the locks.
The Edge of Existence.
If my life were the Grand Canyon... I'd be looking over the precipice. I'm just standing there, This big, open, empty place laid out in front of me. I have many choices, I can just jump off. I can grab a rope and repel down. Or I can walk away.
If I walked away, I'd become nothing. I'd be nothing, and no one would remember me. Not an option.
If I jump off, I don't know if I'll be able to land on the right spot. The spot I want to be.
If I repel down, will have enough rope to get where I want to be?
Where do I want to be? I don't know. I have to go somewhere though. Omnipotence, gotta get me some of that. It is sad to have one life to live. So much I want to do, and yet... I can't do it all.
That's my problem. I want to do too much, and I don't know where to start. I want to do as much as I can, go everywhere, see everything. But I can't.
I'm sick and tired of this same shit different day doldrum that seems to be my existence. I'm not working my ass off, so I can work my ass off some more, so I can work my ass off some more. Isn't there more to life? If there isn't, why can't there be?
I must do something out of the ordinary soon, or I'm going to explode. What to do? Go crew on a cargo ship? Join the French Foreign Legion? Wander the country solving people's problems littlest hobo style? Hitch-hike to Mexico? Make a movie? Join the military? Start a (good) website? Move to a small fishing village in Newfoundland? Travel to Tibet and become a monk? Walk the golden path that is the rat race? Go become the token white guy on some Japanese game show? Move out and become a hipster doofus bartender? Go on a wild, drunken, stoned road trip covering 4 provinces and 38 states? Complain about the state of affairs in my life on a blog? Oh yeah, I'm already doing that.
I've done nothing but whine and complain about annoying personal and emotional blogs, but this is the first time I've ever written one. I'm entitled to one.
And now back to your regularly scheduled programming.
- Will
Friday, April 23, 2004
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SONG OF THE DAY : Ennio Morricone - The Trio
LINK OF THE DAY : Poor Kitty.
By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap
To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon,
Or dive into the bottom of the deep,
Where fathom-line could never touch the ground,
And pluck up drowned honour by the locks.
The Edge of Existence.
If my life were the Grand Canyon... I'd be looking over the precipice. I'm just standing there, This big, open, empty place laid out in front of me. I have many choices, I can just jump off. I can grab a rope and repel down. Or I can walk away.
If I walked away, I'd become nothing. I'd be nothing, and no one would remember me. Not an option.
If I jump off, I don't know if I'll be able to land on the right spot. The spot I want to be.
If I repel down, will have enough rope to get where I want to be?
Where do I want to be? I don't know. I have to go somewhere though. Omnipotence, gotta get me some of that. It is sad to have one life to live. So much I want to do, and yet... I can't do it all.
That's my problem. I want to do too much, and I don't know where to start. I want to do as much as I can, go everywhere, see everything. But I can't.
I'm sick and tired of this same shit different day doldrum that seems to be my existence. I'm not working my ass off, so I can work my ass off some more, so I can work my ass off some more. Isn't there more to life? If there isn't, why can't there be?
I must do something out of the ordinary soon, or I'm going to explode. What to do? Go crew on a cargo ship? Join the French Foreign Legion? Wander the country solving people's problems littlest hobo style? Hitch-hike to Mexico? Make a movie? Join the military? Start a (good) website? Move to a small fishing village in Newfoundland? Travel to Tibet and become a monk? Walk the golden path that is the rat race? Go become the token white guy on some Japanese game show? Move out and become a hipster doofus bartender? Go on a wild, drunken, stoned road trip covering 4 provinces and 38 states? Complain about the state of affairs in my life on a blog? Oh yeah, I'm already doing that.
I've done nothing but whine and complain about annoying personal and emotional blogs, but this is the first time I've ever written one. I'm entitled to one.
And now back to your regularly scheduled programming.
- Will
Friday, April 23, 2004
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