I mean, it won’t, but I hope it will.
But it won’t.
It never does.
Target: 800 words
Written: 709 words, novella: The Mungk
Read: 'Salem's Lot, Stephen King
Comics: Middlewest 7-10
Music: Live Things, Linkin ParkMonth: August 2024
blood pressure
I’ve been tracking my blood pressure for a bit now, trying to figure out if I’m about to have a stroke or an aneurysm or heart attack or something fun like that.
I’ve started noticing a rise whenever I’m in the office. I’m not eating differently, not really, so that’s not really a factor. If anything, because there’s more walking involved, I’m getting more exercise.
Is there an inherent level of stress involved in any work that isn’t soul work that automatically puts our health at risk?
I think we’d be hard pressed to say no.
Motherfuckers.
Target: 800 words
Written: 734 words, novella: The Mungk
Read: 'Salem's Lot, Stephen King
Comics: Middlewest 3-6
Music: Again With The Live Stuff, Iggy Popin office days
They are the worst. There’s really no reason to be there. All it does is raise my tension levels, trigger my natural introvert’s social anxiety and make me work slower and worse.
I will not understand the reasons they want us to go in more often; the reason given was “camaraderie”, but fuck that. I’m not trading the peace and focus of quietude at home for a fucking high five from a co-worker.
Seriously. That was used as an example of why it’s worth coming into the office.
A fucking.
High.
Five.
Fuck that shit, Treasury Board. You’re either drunk, incompetent or power hungry.
None of these things qualify you for making decisions about other people’s lives.
If anything, they disqualify you.
Time to replace the leadership, methinks.
Target: 800 words
Written: 1230 words, novella: The Mungk
Read: 'Salem's Lot, Stephen King
Comics: I Hate Fairyland 19-20, Middlewest 1-2
Music: Live Shit, Green Daysadly, i know alcohol
Listen, it’s not actually an issue. I don’t show up drunk for my niece’s recitals or sneak whiskey shots from my desk drawer at the office.
But it’s there.
It’s a part of life.
I likely don’t exceed a six pack a week, and maybe a couple of glasses of wine. Like, a drink a night (although a lot of nights, I don’t have anything).
But what I am struggling with is whether a seven year old would call Jim Beam Mr. Beam or mis-hear it as Mr. Bean.
But do I want Rowan Atkinson in this? I love the character, but the connection is incongruous with what I’m trying to do.
Mr. Beam, Mr. Bean, Mr. Beam.
Safer to stick to what you know, I guess, and Jim Beam ain’t it.
Nasty stuff, that. I’ll never understand Americans and their obsession with bourbon. It pales in comparison to true whiskey or scotch. Playdough to cement. Koolaid to an Old Fashioned. Sure, it’ll get you drunk, but damn, don’t you want it to taste halfway decent while you do it?
Target: 800 words
Written: 632 words, novella: The Mungk
Read: 'Salem's Lot, Stephen King
Comics: I Hate Fairyland 15-18
Music: More Live Random, Guns 'n' Roses (you wanted the best, but they didn't make it... so here's what you get.)saturday
Maybe today, we don’t have anything to do. I mean, it’s supposed to rain, so no point leaving early to go to the pool…
Or wait. Nope. Out at one. Gone. Reading time ripped away like an old, cruddy bandaid.
Save me from other people’s needs, universe. They are smothering my own.
Target: 800 words
Written: 985 words, novella: The Mungk
Read: 'Salem's Lot, Stephen King
Comics: I Hate Image 1, I Hate Fairyland 12-14
Music: Live Shit, Flogging Mollythe best laid plans
Friday night and we’ve washed the dogs. It’s only six o’clock. We’ve already eaten. They’ve walked.
Everything is done.
That means time to read, time to play. Time to think of better dates with my wife than dogwashing and trips to the dump.
Something involving candlelight, wine and maybe lingerie and massage oils.
So, instead, my parents drop in, unplanned, for a porch drink.
Ah, well, as my wife says, who knows how long they have left? Apparently, we can fuck later.
Target: 800 words
Written: 674 words, novella: The Mungk
Read: 'Salem's Lot, Stephen King (new book! a classic!)
Comics: I Hate Fairyland 8-11
Music: Random Live Stuff, Creedence Clearwater Revival (except, it's not? It's Eddie Vedder singing Sittin' On The Dock Of The Bay? How did that happen?)brothers of earth
It’s really irritating when you find a good book (and I adore C.J. Cherryh’s worldbuilding and characterization), and no one gives you a second to read it. Sure, it’s a bit denser because of the created language and custom and all, so it might have read longer and more difficult than the average two hundred and fifty page book, but damn, son.
Give me time.
Two pages a day is no fucking success.
Thankfully, I’ve been able to steal time from work to dive in, and finally, I’ve managed to complete it. It was a bit less revelatory than Gate Of Ivrel, but still.
One of the best, in my opinion. One of the absolute best.
Target: 800 words
Written: 483 words, novella: The Mungk
Read: Brothers Of Earth, CJ Cherryh (complete!)
Comics: I Hate Fairyland 4-7
Music: Random Covers, Spacehog (I've hit a very strange area of my playlists)tumult
I’m looking forward to the end, I think. I don’t want it to come until I’ve met all my goals, but I think it might be a relief.
The hope is that I don’t lose the ability to do all this stuff before I go, or turn into some mediocre shade.
Or worse, give up.
Fucking suffering, fucking with a purpose. Endless pleasure and a cacophony of orgasm is the end goal, after we get through all the awkward and uncomfortable talk about whether it’s okay to kiss or hold hands.
We’ll get to the kink when it’s time to spice things up, I suppose.
Target: 800 words
Written: 191 words, novella: The Mungk
Read: Brothers Of Earth, CJ Cherryh (I might even finish this, finally)
Comics: Bully Wars 5, I Hate Fairyland 1-3
Music: Random Covers, Nirvanaanyway, back at work
Perhaps we could just do away with the whole work thing and just kind of live?
I know that’s not really practical if we want, you know, stuff and food and shit.
But maybe we could make it less horrible, so it’s, you know, less horrible.
Less life stealing.
More enjoyable.
Better.
Please make it better.
Perhaps if we remove the profit incentive and just focus on making cool stuff that’s actually useful and providing for our needs?
Target: 800 words
Written: 654 words, novella: The Mungk
Read: Brothers Of Earth, CJ Cherryh (finally, a bit of progress - it should never have taken this long for a 250 page book)
Comics: Bully Wars 1-4
Music: Random Covers, L7, Mudhoneynot one second
Of course not. A week off, spent in a remote part of Ontario where relaxation should be the order of the day?
Not one second free.
Return home, with a day in between, so that we can decompress and get refocused for the return to work and drudgery?
Not one second free.
Not. Fucking. One.
I need a vacation from life.
Target: 800 words
Written: 1184 words, novella: The Mungk
Read: Brothers Of Earth, CJ Cherryh
Comics: The Crow: Hark The Herald 1, The Crow: Lethe 1 (thank god after this they took it away from Seeley - Hack/Slash keeps inserting itself into my favourite books and it's annoying because he doesn't understand the characters he's borrowing)
Music: Rando Covers, Electric Frankenstein, Guns 'n' Roses