Friday, June 16, 2006

then i saw a young woman walking a wiener dog

Last night I dreamt: I was walking home. Not sure why I was walking. Blogger headquarters was in Grand Rapids, and on my walk home, I decided to go inside to podcast there. It was a huge brick building, very tall, and the lobby was marble floors and the ceiling went way, way up, like an antrium.

I went inside and heard someone snicker, “Tourist again.” I looked up and recognized someone I had once worked with at Meijer, standing on one of the walkways. I can’t think of his name, (in fact, it was another geek I know, but I don’t know his name either. I don’t think he ever worked at Meijer.)

So I go upstairs and ask him about maybe working there and he starts telling me about “ignoring politics” and “trying to just go everywhere and work with all the teams” and I ran out of there fast.

Then i saw a young woman walking a wiener dog and the dog sniffed my leg, and the woman says: “He’s looking for tobacco.” I said I didn’t have any, or I’d give her a cigarette. Then the woman said it was my lucky day and she gave me some acid. It looked like an Alka-Seltzer. I never got to take it, because I woke up.

I’ve turned off the screed that is the 24 hour news cycle and liberal talk radio. I don’t care anymore. I don’t care what “they” do anymore, and “they” never cared what I’m doing. Screw it. We’re fucked, and I might as well close my eyes and enjoy myself while my government still allows it. So rah rah rah, yea for us.

Last night I sat on the porch, smoked a cheap cigar, and listened to my iPod. Then I noticed how much talk radio crap was on there, and how little there was of any good music. I copied my Beatles library onto my computer, and then onto my iPod. Now my iPod is happy.

I have to get started on my non-fiction book. I have to do some market research. I hope no one else has taken the title.

I also learned something fascinating yesterday: You can return stuff to Goodwill. That’s not the fascinating thing: People actually DO return stuff to Goodwill. What kind of cheap-ass do you have to be to return stuff to a place that supports charity? It’s Charity you numb-f*cks. Dammit. Every day people are making me more cynical than I was the day before.

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