Archive for the ‘Vacation’ Category


November 10, 2005

What is it about time that has that ability to stretch out or shrink depending on what you are doing? If this isn’t proof that time doesn’t exist and is only an invention of the human mind, then I don’t know what is.

This has been one of the longest weeks of my life, and next week I am on vacation – somehow I KNOW that week will fly by.

Anyone who thinks time exists is a fucking moron. You can quote me on that.

Vacation Reflections

July 25, 2005

I feel like I keep restating the same thing over and over lately, what with my reflections on Apostasia Gloriana and Smug Hank’s wedding recently, and now this . . . but if it’s true, it’s true.

Spent an amazing week near the water . . . collected my wits, relaxed, got sunburnt, talked, laughed, ate, smoke, drank, and was merry. The older I get, those are the only things that seem to matter. I haven’t spent that much time with St. Ray and St.Babs since I lived with them, and it made me sort of miss it. It would be worth considering if Dharma Jam was able to be there, as she was last week.

To close, let me say that if you ever wish to view chaos in its most obvious form, look no further than your closest beach. Watching the waves splash in over and over was mesmerizing, and chaos was evident in each and every wave. Just try to guess where the next one will hit, or how tall it will be. I dare you.

No, I triple dog dare you.

Hail Eris.

Oh, Happy Day!

July 15, 2005

It’s Friday, my favourite day. For more of my feelings on Friday please see “An Open Letter To Friday”, or don’t. I already read it, so what do I care?

Last day before vacation. This cannot be put into words, but would best be expressed as a Bob Fosse dance number, including white gloves and jazz hands. A full brass section would be nice, and perhaps children tossing flower petals to the wind. Some young lovers staring at each other whistfully in front of a huge grapefruit moon. A frog dancing with a bamboo cane. A comedy act including a real cream pie, not just a pie-plate filled with whip-cream. Violins at the end swelling into something ear-splittingly heartbreaking yet wondrous.

In short, nothing spectacular, but devilishly grandiose nonetheless.


Hail Eris All Hail Discordia

Work Frustration

May 10, 2005

When completely frustrated at work, a nice thing to do is take a five minute vacation . . . to the restroom.

Sit back, breathe deeply (from the diaphragm!), think about something nice and simple, like an apple. Gold or otherwise. Think about the chemicals of anger coursing through your veins, and remember that your body functions like a robot, but that you are not a robot. Feel the anger, acknowledge the anger, but don’t be controlled by the anger. If you are controlled by the anger, you are a robot.

Shooting everyone at your place of work may bring you momentary relief, but just think about the legal fees.

Three more days.

Breathe in, Hail Eris. Breathe out, All Hail Discordia.