Runaway Future

I’ve been busy, and that’s interrupting my usual posting and meanderings and ponderings and so on. Right now, I’m squeezing in these words while at work, on lunch, looking at my soup I bought downstairs. The soup is a bizarre grey-green color that is quite similar in color to my jacket. I haven’t tasted it yet, but I hope it tastes better then it looks.

I realised in the elevator that everyday at work is just a blur. Work isn’t the show, it’s just the intermission, the break between evenings. A cacophony of sounds repeated five times a week. Up the stairs, unlock the door, computer whir, server whir, tape eject, spam emails, phone ring, elevator ding, type, type, down the stairs, up the stairs, tea, type, phone ring, lunch, phone ring, type, type, talk, talk, down the stairs, up the stairs, lock the door, down the stairs. It’s all the same, if my life was a film, that would all be shown in a 30 second gap of mashed together scenes and sounds. Nothing in focus, all action and movement. A day of work compressed into half a minute. I have a meeting everyday this week.

The evenings are just as busy, but much more fun. I’m a converted Leafs fan, so that covers Monday, Thursday and Saturday night. I now curl on Tuesday nights (tommorrow is my first game). Wednesday will be catching up with things in my house a bit, but I’ll also be hanging out with Josh. I need to get some milk and a lock, perhaps today after work, before the hockey game.

When I am in fact home, I’m still busy with things to keep my life going. Sunday, despite also coming into work for an hour and some change, was taken up by laundry and dishes, letter writing and HF writing. I still have more writing to do, but no time.

Don’t read this as a lament, I’m having the time of my life. I prefer to do something every waking minute then a simple plod. In fact, if nothing more, work has become quite similar to what is was when I was a Shell Boy, a break to reflect, everything else being automatic while my mind is elsewhere.

I think it’s funny, because as much as I don’t have much time to write, most of the blogs on the sidebar are in similar situation. Zach Braff has posted twice in like the past year, Jeff from A View from Underneath suffers a similar problem as me, work and life coming first, Wil Wheaton is on a temporary blog while his is FUBAR, Blake Ross is seldom, Dan from Amidst a Tangled Web has gone back to school and is focusing on that.

It’s not like I don’t have much to post. There’s a lot of cool stuff out there. I wish I was half as informed as I was back in the days of the futur.frandt.net website. I don’t have time to keep up with the news and I don’t want to be a 13-year old girl and just post about my day.

I think I broke my toe yesterday, I jammed my baby toe in the door and now it’s all sorts of colors (mainly dark ones and unfriendly) and throbbing in my shoe. It’s hard to get compassion when your boo boo is on your baby toe.

Anyway, read this post from Rick Mercer’s blog. Mercer is the closest thing we have to a Jon Stewart and I really like his opinion on the military. He doesn’t really get into it too much here, but someday I’ll post about it. It’s odd, Mercer isn’t a journalist, but he is. Ahh the fake news media stars.

Also, if anyone really wants to see cool stuff, just look at BoingBoing and Yummy Wakame and Zyca and Chapel Perilous. Those are the coolest places I read daily. Songmeanings.net is down again. I haven’t read Raymi or Tom Green or Dave Barry or Mark Cuban in years. I need new blogs, but that takes time to find and read.

This soup isn’t too bad, once you get over the fact it looks like cement.