Sparc IPX

Clothing, wallet, car keys, phone (for MfA purposes), ennui.

… and I suspect no small amount of experience in that backpack as well :)

Today has yet to impress. Yesterday, however… I was driving to work, when I heard news that the bridge I take to work was closed due to a multi-vehicle accident. I was literally at the intersection where I turn onto the street leading to the bridge when the traffic report came on. I ended up going through the intersection rather than turning. I took a half-hour detour along the same streets I cycle on in my free time, taking in the autumn colours and not worrying about traffic (there was none as it’s a reduced speed zone and people suck). Ended up going through our downtown, past all my old haunts, and eventually found my way to work. After all that, I was only three minutes late. My only regret is that I didn’t bring a coffee with me when I left the house.

Indifference.

Embracing the chaos.
Not everything works out, not everything goes to plan. Routines will be disrupted.

Dialogue.

Speaking as a Manitoban, “Fuck the fuck off.”

Fixed Gear bicycles. One gear, no fear. Also, no coward levers (which sane folk refer to as “brakes”).

Judy is a Punk and Return of Jackie &Judy by the Ramones. Also Havana Affair and This Ain’t Havana by the Ramones.

Oh dude… 15 seconds is far too long to spend per person for the sheer amount of people I’d like to kill. I’d be busy for years.

I don’t have a lot of time for the boredom I so desperately deserve, but in my rare instances of free time I often think of immanetizing the Eschaton.