Change

Preface: This poem is not intentionally about any political party.

Change wasn't what I told it was. As I child I saw change as this force, this entity that strode through life usurping governments, and making people fall in love. It's what I feared when the Beatles sang about "Love has a nasty habit, Of disappearing overnight".
As I child, I didn't notice change because it didn't register. I didn't see things around me shifting from new to old. The gradual shifts from green to red to blue to orange. Change was a new television show advertised. What happened to the old shows? "What old shows?" I asked.
Most recently I have come to this conclusion that Change is the entropic force on life. It happens while we sleep, with freedom fighters preforming an act to gain standing in world politics. The change happens while we eat breakfast, with the Supreme Court allowing corporations to openly sponsor candidates. Change is not this fantasy idea that as children. These major shifts. It is the little that constantly moves. The grains of sand that each stacks upon the next. It is the water/pressure acting on the Earth that slowly makes (insert geologic phenomena here). Every second that ticks past, Change has happened. The inevitable. The idea that the person that started writing this post no longer exists, and that someone mildly new is replacing him. Like a computer system, with infinite updates leading to the eventual hive-mind of laptops and Xboxs everywhere.

A short recap: Change is not what we as children thought it was, but is none-the-less inevitable. And beware the Xbox uprising.

Now back to your regularly scheduled programing.

A new direction? Or just a blip in the old direction?

Anyhoo, this evening, I went with my roommate to an author talking about his book. I didn't know this author before, nor do I feel too inclined to read his book after. However, he did emphasize the idea that practicing, and mimicking, are important steps of the writing process. In lieu of his surprisingly inspirational presentation, I will try my hand at writing. I make no promises on things being totally false, or totally true, or even in-between the two opposites. I can only promise that I will write when I can, and about whatever I see fit.
Thus ends my mission statement, v.2

Really?

Yrly. I have no real idea on how to make my blog look cool. Or even friendly. But that might just be a strange perpetuation of myself on the internet. Kinda unfriendly/weird if you don't know me. And sometimes even when you do.
A recent renovation of a blog has made me reconsider what I am doing with my little piece of the internet. I don't know if I will change anything, or continue using this as a weird substitute for a journal. Oh pitiful humans and their technological crutches, propping ourselves up to a social life we long for.

Long time no post

Here I sit/lean, on my mattress of a bed, in a room that has been vacant for the last 4 days, loosing the heat I had been storing in my piles of dirty clothes and love making. Here I am in the wee hours of the morning, knowing that I am alone in the apartment, as far as thought-production goes. Here I am, thinking.

Overload

So, as many of you might be aware of, I have been living and working up on Mt. Rainier. It was great. At first. Now the lack of cell service, internet, and positive interactions is getting to me. So on any and all days off I retreat from the mount, and head for civilization, and all its wonders. I arrive to find internet, filled with tweets, blogs, and pictures of events long passed. Its crazy really, to instead of having a constant flow of information to make it come once or twice every week.

This leads me to my main point. HOLY FUCK! WoW: Cataclysm!

I just recently deleted the 16 GB of files it took to run the almost up to date WoW off my computer, and here I am drooling over the two new races and the possibilities of a Troll Druid. (If you don't know what I'm talking about, consider yourself lucky). I know that the expansion isn't probably until....oh, 2010/2011, but I can not wait. I have yearned to be a Goblin since the game was first released. Honestly, ask my pal Thibodeau.

Anyways, I miss society, with its absurd tweets, slightly meaningful blogs, and over promoted activities. Interwebz, come back to meh!

A weekend!

So, Here I sit borrowing internet in the parking lot of my employer's out-of-park HQ. Good stuff. And better yet, I am actually getting paychecks that make it almost working up on a mountain away from some of the things I enjoy most. And to say this for the millionth time, I miss you all. I wish you would come see me. Just mention my name, and I can be found.

I feel that being a cashier/food service job is something everyone should work. Just once. So then you can see how dumb your questions can be, how appreciated your genuine smiles and tips are, and to see how necessary it is for a college education.

Back....Form Outer Space....

And I just walked in here to lyric lyric lyric. I've decided that I do not want to be a house keeper when I grow up, or a barista. And also, if ever feel inclined to be an ass to a cashier, don't. Chances are they are mere moments away from punching you in the neck. Just a thought. And on a side note, if I ever get a chance to blackmail someone for haneous amounts of money, I will take full advantage of the opportunity given to me.

And I miss my friends and videogames.