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.

Robot Monster (1953), also Plan 9 from Outer Space.

Extinction of the human race. Failing that, I’m looking forward to buying a non-HP wide format printer for printing TTRPG maps (my players aren’t keen on VTTs). Maybe an overpriced European Espresso/Cappucino machine, too.

No. I can be a bit of a jerk and would probably say something to piss myself off.

Commute to the office.

Dungeons & Dragons, before that it was Bugs Bunny. Weekdays it was reruns of 1940s Tom and Jerry cartoons with all the violence intact.

Best advice my ol’ man ever gave me was “Always stand up for yourself, otherwise you might as well put a target on your forehead”.

I loved his cover of “Calendar Girl” sung in Japanese.

“Fighting in Built-up Areas” by Ladytron. Sung in Mira Aroyo’s native Bulgarian.

I found them fun in the 90s. Now that I’m in my 50s and take longer to recover from bumps, bruises, and batons than I did in my 20s, it’s not as fun.