My Readers Rock!

Wait......

There are people who read this? Now I know you're pulling my leg. Of course, if I'm right, that means I'm talking.....writing to myself. A sure sign I've gone off the deep end.

So business as usual I guess.

Last week was not so great. Nothing terribly wrong happened. But I spent the entirety of Wednesday (Wednesdat!) in the clutches of a cruel and vicious fever. "Leave me be" I pleaded. It just laughed and put another cigarette out on my eye. The upshot of which is that now I look like a pirate. I tried getting a parrot to complete the look. Damn thing froze solid on my shoulder. But not before sinking it's talons in. Fucking bird. Took a pair of pliers to get them out.

Thursday, I was on the mend. Not feeling great but no hallucinations either.

Friday, things really took an upswing. I returned to that place where I do that thing for money to find a package. A further investigation revealed a number of items I was to deliver to friends (fuck you guys, I'm keeping all of it). And then I saw it. As beautiful as the day is short this time of year.....

A 12 year old scotch.

Hearty laughter followed. "There is a Satan" I bellowed, much to the growing concern of those around me. This was an act of supreme awesome sauce. And I thank the one responsible (yes, I do know whom it came from) from the bottom of my cold obsidian heart.

Now, I fear, the bottle is closer to empty than full. So another of you fine folk is going to have to step up and soon. Papa needs his medicine.

OH!

The cherry on top. There were cookies......made with booze!

Onward!

Presently Irked

One could make the argument that irked is more or less a default setting in my case. You'd probably be right as there's a myriad of things that usually evoke the word 'fuck' out of me. Details....

It's not all doom and gloom as my facial expression would have you believe. That frown is more to scare little children so the diminutive little fuckers will leave me alone. If it startles adults as well, all the better. But back to the point. My job (for me at least) requires about as much brain power as sleeping. It has perks, to be certain. And over the years, I've been content to maintain the status quo for various reasons. However, there comes a time in ones life when banging ones head against the wall shouldn't be a daily thing. I like a challenge. I like to use this twisted mind o'mine to sort and figure out and conquer humanity (ignore that last part). My current employment hasn't provided the first two (and never the third) since about minute 14 of the training. Yes, I could have sought other employ but as stated above, I had my reasons (and mind your business).

My suspicions about my supervisor and manager rocking pretty hard and going a bit extra for me were confirmed last week. No need to elaborate on every little detail here. Suffice to say that they did a bit of legwork and found me a new job. Sort of. I'll still be working for the same folk and still have the same job in a diminished capacity. However, I'll also be working for other divisions and whatnot including one that's up my alley and looks to have some actual writing and the like to forward to. Invaluable experience gained? Check. Exciting new opportunity? Check. Challenge that will actually require some thought? Check. 1 bottle of scotch per week written into my contract? Unfortunately, no. But I still call this one a win.

My oh my, where does the time go? 4 day weekend vanished as but a thought. And in those fleeting thoughts one can find solace in knowing that there was time well spent with people worth spending time with.

We should all be so lucky....

Now go away. I've got auditory pleasures to attend to.

From Chaos to Chaos to Chaos

Sorry for the extended absence boys and girls. The last couple of weeks have been.....taxing. Not to fret, it's nothing I can't handle, through brain damage and alcohol. Ah yes, the appropriate response. And let's not forget delicious food. There's a lot to be said (all good) for having filet mignon for breakfast. Sure my heart and liver may object, but truthfully, they can go fuck themselves.

If you can read, thank a teacher. If it's in English, thank a veteran. I heard that statement years ago and it's stuck with me. So many men and women have given their lives in the belief that it was for the betterment and freedom of their country. They're still doing it. Every day. In a perfect world, they wouldn't need to. However, as I'm sure we're all keenly aware, the world is a damn long way from perfect. They died in the hopes that one day we would get there.

Remember them. Remember what they fought for. Suffered for. Died for.

I don't think that's asking too much.