God Put A Smile Upon Your Face
Idle hands are the Devil's playthingsSo the "thrill" and "excitement" of this whole new blogging venture courtesy of my dear friends from LIKHA has not quite worn off yet. In fact, it's a seriously dangerous activity -- bordering on addiction -- made even more evil since my mind is about ten million light years away from work. Everything I do is just filled with rampant thoughts, built up through years of introspection just waiting for the right medium through which to be expressed. And so here I am, coaxing strange utterances from my dustly yet slick black KeyTronic keyboard while some strange whiteboy from Coldplay moans away lyrics from their 2002 album. Regardless of the activity, be it hacking away at lush vegetation (weeds) or wrestling with a greasy 10mm alternator bolt or putting soothing aloe vera gel on my irritated arms, there's this pounding stream of consciousness brewing in my head, drowning out the everyday sounds of the mundane.
And there's this looming black cloud in the corner of my mind that I haven't yet figured out how to address -- but it's there, staring me in the face, beckoning me to wrestle with those REALLY hard questions about life, love, and future. But I'll ignore it for now, hoping for the best that the spectre will somehow fade away with time. Yeah, that's it...ignorance will somehow quell those dangerous emotions and thoughts -- lest I forget the teaching of Emotional Intelligence: don't let emotions dictate your actions
So I filled yet another 96gal worth of weeds in the yard waste bin. That Craftsman line trimmer kicks ass! I cut a swath through the upper levels of the yard -- I figure another full bin next weekend and I'll be done. Also had some fun with Manny's machetes; felt almost like a scene out of Predator, hacking away at some thick ass brush. Swoosh-Crack! Swoosh-Crack! I guess the rest of the day I'll (finally) get the Honda washed and get the other Rondalla picture framed. Hopefully Adelbert will also drop off the long awaited Harana CD later today.
Being on vacation is such pure sweet wondrous bliss.
posted by VirtualErn @ 2:04 PM
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6 Comments:
I like the way you write.
Hey dooders, can you e-mail me some rondalla pictures? I'd like to frame some myself, since all our "photographers" doesn't seem to think that we are worth taking a picture of.
could you cut the weeds in our backyard too, since you're having so much fun?
Sure thing! My going rate is $75/hr. I also require the standard 15 min break every 10 mins along with complementary Matcha Lattes (ice cold beer will also suffice in a pinch). Please contact my receptionist to schedule an appointment.
75/hr my butt. just throw this guy a burrito and an horchata in his face and he'll cut grass for free. i should know, coz i already did it to this guy...hahahahah.
hahahaha! Sad, but true. I also take Jersey Joe philly cheesesteaks, poutines, or dry aged USDA prime NY strip.
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