If you’re not reading Something Positive every day of your life, the terrorists have already won. It’s too late to save us now, you sorry bastard.
And yes, I know the cartoon is cut off a little. This is on purpose, to encourage you to go visit Randy’s site, peruse the entirety of the archives, and redeem yourself from the fact that, thanks to you, three major villages have been eradicated from the planet and replaced with woman-hating rebel training camps.
Recently answered as part of a project by a friend…
1. What is the time of day you feel most comfortable with?
Late night, when most of the rest of the world around me is unconscious. 2 AM – 4 AM.
2. What is your favorite thing in nature. Anything from a certain flower to a rock to a body of water type.
Flame — it falls out of the traditional three elemental states (solid / liquid / gas), somehow embodying bits of all three.
That, and clouds; neither has a shape, yet neither is shapeless.
3. How do you view any type of belief such as religion or otherwise? In other words, what keeps your mind in meditation?
I think that there are neither words nor even ideas to adequately describe or understand the underpinnings of the universe. I think that the seemingly random recurrance of certain numbers and equations throughout observable nature is amazing and awe-inspiring. I think that the average person is incapable of considering the idea of a higher being, because of the need to apply humanistic traits.
Mostly, though, I think that the universe unfolds as it should.
4. What do you think of if you were to summarize your childhood?
I have amazingly (frighteningly?) few memories of my childhood — not much before 12 or 13, in fact. Knee-jerk reaction, though? Loved, contemplative, outcast, formative in all regards.
5. Current life: What is your status in your current life or lifestyle? What is it about your lifestyle that keeps you waking up every day?
That damn alarm clock. Instinct and habit. The pressing need for a cigarette. Kittens with sharp, sharp claws and bad attitudes. All that, and life is pretty good, especially in a forward-thinking sort of way.
6. How do you feel about the condition of the world today?
Oh, we’re fucked. Just waiting on the other shoe to drop — though it won’t be us that drops that shoe. No, we’re still just a speck on the face of this big rock, probably barely noticeable. Mother Nature’s ready for a change, though.
7. What calms you?
Nothing I can think of stresses me. Is that a valid answer?
8. What color would best describe your feeling when you are most centered?
Earthy green-brown.
9. Do you love your current surroundings regarding living conditions? Yes or no, please tell me why.
I should, but I need more space. Vertical and horizontal… I have too much stuff? There’s a front and back side to this mirror, I realize, but rather than getting rid of things that take up space, I’d rather spread myself out a bit (since I’ve worked hard to finally earn all this stuff).
I don’t know that I ever *want* to love my surroundings, though, because I think if I do, I’ll be content, and then I’ll stop striving for forward motion.
10. Greatest joy and greatest hurt.
Greatest joy — recently, it was making my first ever (and damned tasty) pot roast last night. Long term, I guess it would have been either winning the Sidewalk short script competition (the moment of the announcement, specifically), or a certain first kiss that still sticks with me after a trillion years.
Greatest hurt? Thanks to the joys of bipolar disorder and a tendency to over-analyze myself and my internal workings, I’m never sure how much of whatever hurt I feel is legitimate and how much is due to chemical imbalance. So I’ll take a cop-out answer and say that it was a few weeks, about four or five years ago, when I was utterly convinced that I had once and for all lost my way and would never find it again.
Or, to be more philosophical about both answers: my greatest joy came when I realized that the more I learn, the less I really know. My greatest hurt is often the pain of others.
You know how it ends, and quickly find out how it begins, if you’re paying attention. Is it worth the time?
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Thanks, Nagl!
I feel like the people who liked fried cornbread are the same people who strangle themselves while masturbating or during sex to have more powerful orgasms. Sometimes it’s ok to leave “really great” alone, you know?
For their own good, vegetarians should never be allowed near fine beers and ales.It will only make them loud and belligerent, and they lack the physical strength and aggressive nature to back up any drunken assertions.
– Anthony Bourdain
That weird brown spot in my otherwise green right eye is not a birthmark, like I’ve always thought. It’s actually sectoral heterochromia.
Back to your grindstones, ants.
Working in a dive bar is one of the greatest jobs I’ve ever had. In fact, perhaps even more than playing with the Exhibit(s), I’ve felt like a rock star in my nights behind the bar over the past two years. Working just about anywhere else in the bar industry — clubs, where the bone-dusting thump of techno attracts the lowest common denominator of rednecks and Guidos (sadly, Birmingham and New York City aren’t that different — only the names change at last call), lounges with their pretentions that alcoholism isn’t as sad if it’s dressed up, restaurants where the regulars can blame their daily drinking on the call of cheap wings or the widescreen TVs on the walls — just isn’t the same experience, and never could be.
Not so much bored in the sense of “I shouldn’t be sleeping, so instead I’ll find busy work.” Because I should be sleeping.
More in the sense of, “Two years I ago, I was a non-stop whirlwind of action and creativity. Now my days are filled with work, work, and the occaisonal X-Box hour.”
Time to refocus, and change is a good place to start, no matter how superficial.
And really, can you get any more superficial than a cow-flavored blog? I think not.