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Crap, crappity crap

I am not a happy camper tonight.

I have a slight headache; I am plagued by the suspicion that somewhere, somehow, I have forgotten to do something; the cats insist on walking all over the keyboard, a trick of which two of them heretofore knew nothing. The newcomer is, of course, to blame.

I made a perfectly lovely salmon dish tonight, (marinated in orange juice, pan seared and topped with a mix of chopped tomatoes, mandarin oranges and mint) and paired it with some lighly sauteed spinach. I ate it, and remembered that I am not, much as I would like to be, enamored of healthy cooking or food that is good for me.

More tilt to my personal worldview: I have not yet written a letter to my father, or my brother, something I wish to do. And yet, I think I would rather be run over by a herd of rabid rhinos than approach the task now.

In 17 days I and my compatriots move to our company's galactic headquarters in There'sNothingNearbyVille. We will be too loud. We will be shushed.

Even Warren Buffet likes the bailout.

Daley is going to sell Midway to a private concern

I still haven't read the classics. I can't pay attention to the printed word long enough to read anything longer than diatribes on Teh Intarweb. My once elegantly incisive command of language is flagging. I write fanfic.

I complain, but without the verve I once had.

I have to clean catboxes regularly. Yes, it's because I have cats, but still. Catboxes.

My heroes are aging. The Clash are no more, the Turtles are the only band that matters, Springsteen's playing the Superbowl half-time show. The Cubs and the White Sox are in the playoffs in the same season for the first time in 102 years. (Wait, that's good....)

The Northwest Passage is passable. Icebergs are beginning to calve with the frighteningly monotonous regularity of Wisconsin Guernseys. There's always a brown line on the horizon. I believe my hair is grey under the red dye. I can't make the high notes anymore. I weigh more than I want to. People refuse to turn off their cell phones at meetings. My mother wants me to find Jesus, and I must remind myself not to suggest that if she lost him, she should find him herself.

Kids are standing on my lawn. Wait, I don't have a lawn.

They don't make movies like that anymore. Obama's too conservative. McCain has no neck. Everybody hates the media. Battlestar Galactica is months away. Christopher Eccleston doesn't  act in anything where he lives and/or is happy. People listen to Bill O'Reilly. America gets its news from Stewart and Colbert. I don't like my neighbor across the courtyard, one flight up and one door to the east. You call that music?

I have bunions.

I should vacuum. There's trouble afoot. I use parentheses far too often.

Things are looking glum.

In short, Ennui is sitting on my couch, smoking Gaulois and making disparaging remarks about me, and I can think of no comeback, other than the classic "Yeah? Well fuck you." Which, I am forced to acknowedge, is less than optimal.


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Oct. 2nd, 2008 05:42 am (UTC)
All is not lost.

Never is all lost. The sun still rises. Poets remain, and if the art degenerates, it at least still exists. There are yet books to read. We still exist, as a country, to complain and despair and hope, not in unison, but together. Tomorrow comes, brings tragedies and triumphs of its own, and the events of yesterday fade with time's passing. There are small pains during the day, and night softens them. There are reasons for despair, and reasons for hope.

The music isn't consistently bad.

The ice cream is certainly improving.

In short, friend...be no stranger to melancholy, but gently remind it that, like all houseguests, it eventually must trudge off to its own home.
Oct. 2nd, 2008 07:35 pm (UTC)
Bless you, my dear! You put it so beautifully, and your pacing is lovely. Thanks for bringing a smile to my face.

And you're right about the ice cream.
(no subject) - the_arc5 - Oct. 2nd, 2008 09:23 pm (UTC) - Expand
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Oct. 2nd, 2008 01:01 pm (UTC)
Springsteen's playing the Superbowl half-time show.

This is pretty much the only thing that could get me anywhere near a TV set on that particular Sunday...

Here's hoping the ennui is transient.

Hey! You kids!! Get off of my lawn!!!
Oct. 2nd, 2008 07:37 pm (UTC)
We always watch the ads, of course. If Springsteen plays with the E Streeters, it'll be really strange to see them without Danny Federici at the organ.
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Oct. 2nd, 2008 01:24 pm (UTC)
That, though not funny to live through, is funny to read. It is good to know I am not alone and at least I am not saying if life gives you lemons, go suck them somewhere else.
Oct. 2nd, 2008 07:38 pm (UTC)
...Glad it made you smile. And can I borrow the comment that "if life gives you lemons, go suck them somewhere else"? I love it.
(no subject) - maruad - Oct. 2nd, 2008 08:07 pm (UTC) - Expand
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Oct. 2nd, 2008 01:28 pm (UTC)
Spring follows winter . . .
Though I guess that'll take a while to help. Wanna make a date for Hausermann's in February?
Oct. 2nd, 2008 07:39 pm (UTC)
Oh, my goodness, that sounds wonderful!
Oct. 2nd, 2008 04:57 pm (UTC)

One of NPR's better/sappier/intolerable segments is: This I Believe.

I got a real good laugh by putting: This I Believe at the head of your post, and then imagining you with your droll delivery style reading it aloud.

I hope the ennui gets crushed under a truck for you, but if it doesn't, keep writing about it!

Best :)
Oct. 2nd, 2008 07:41 pm (UTC)
The idea that I have a droll delivery rather tickles me. Leaves me bemused, mind, but tickles me.

I share your love/weirdedoutedness about "This I Believe." Heh.
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Oct. 2nd, 2008 05:13 pm (UTC)
Oh yeah? Well I had one of 'em and the wheel fell off!

Sometimes a tiny smile or even the hint of a grin can help, I hope so. Hugs, hugs and more hugs.
Oct. 2nd, 2008 07:40 pm (UTC)
Oh-HO! Fannish humor, For The Win!!!

(And thanks so much for the hugs!)
Oct. 2nd, 2008 06:00 pm (UTC)
AND...fucking Kenley is still standing.
Oct. 2nd, 2008 07:23 pm (UTC)
Hellz yeah. Must post so that we can chatter about that particular atrocious mockery of justice.
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Oct. 2nd, 2008 08:19 pm (UTC)
I know how you feel. I hope things are looking better at this point! And it seems lately that when everything is at its lowest, something happens that turns it all around--I hope it works out that way for you!
Oct. 2nd, 2008 08:45 pm (UTC)
Yeah, things are better, except for the cold I appear to have picked up from First Born. In fact, the whole post last night was my own attempt to remind me of the absurdity of life. Once one sabotages one's own complaint list, one is, conceivably back on the road to emo-less sanity.
Oct. 3rd, 2008 01:10 am (UTC)
Okay! Now that that's over, let's whine about the VP debate.

(Seriously, things will get better. Although I can't believe they're moving your office.)
Oct. 3rd, 2008 03:39 am (UTC)
Why whine about the VP debate, when I can whine about the Cubbies shooting themselves in the foot? I think they've lost their second game. I hope I'm wrong, but I can't bring myself to look; if they have, they have to win the next three games, or go home. Again.

But I am feeling better about many other things.
(no subject) - mjlayman - Oct. 3rd, 2008 09:04 pm (UTC) - Expand
Oct. 3rd, 2008 12:43 pm (UTC)
Um Kaffyr, do I have to bring in drastic measures?
Oct. 3rd, 2008 03:44 pm (UTC)
Heh. Is that Mr. Drastic Measures, or Miss Drastic Measures?

Seriously, my dear, I'm doing much, much better (albeit slightly drippy and head-coldy at this point); writing stupid posts like this is one way of getting my head straight.

How are you - have you had the interview yet?
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