| 10-15-01 Here's a writing challenge. You wake up. You do some stretching, some exercise. Then you shower & go to work. You work for 9 hours or so. Work isn't worth talking about because…well...because work exists only to earn you money. There is no innate value worth discussing about goings on at work. Sure, there's office gossip. There are power struggles. There is drama and blah blah blah. It's all meaningless. Then you come home on the train. You are now home where nothing particularly unusual happens. So now try to write something worth reading. I dare you. I'm debating what to be for Halloween. I want to be Zorak from Space Ghost because I can do that voice really well but he's a giant Preying Mantis. Not an easy costume to make. Maybe I'll be a milkman or an adjective instead. It looks like I'm going to have a meaningless job for a while longer. I've done pretty well at work lately, and some of the bigshots seem to be muttering good things about me. And that leads to partner swapping with the Clintons. Wait. No. That's a joke. And it's not even my joke. My e-journal is being invaded by other people's jokes. I must establish a protective perimeter. Send in the joke troops. Make war not joke. Fight the joke fight. Perhaps if we negotiate with these other jokes, we can come to an agreement. A joke sharing arrangement. I'll get the jokes on the weekends. If anyone has ever pressed some vinyl for a band, I could use some advice, please email me. Thanks! |
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