I could not find a link. The song I would play here is Looks Like I’m Up Shit Creek Again by Tom Waits.
The photo here is that of a benchmark somewhere. I was told that if you put pictures into your blog it would get people’s interests. That maybe so. In my case my site seems to only be of interest lately to idiots who have nothing better to do than spam me. Here is my position on such marketing. Please note. If what you are trying to sell is so damn good then I would be contacting you. So please go and waste somebody else’s time. Back to the photo. I was thinking that maybe I should post a photo of a rectal thermometer. But that was gross. I want to engage you to read this not repulse you. Although the photo would really portray a sense of “poetic justice”.
I have never been a fan of this time of year. In fact, I would be willing to spend it on a deserted island somewhere. Anywhere. I think I am still suffering the effects of post traumatic stress syndrome for my years of working in a retail store. It has been about seven years since I left it. And yet I am still a bit “shell shocked”. There is nothing worse that “Christmas shoppers”. In fact, I believe that at least 80% of them are just downright miserable. They need to make up for their “misery” with that elusive “perfect gift”. The sad part is the message of “You better give the right gift if you really care”. (Subliminally implied, “You are an Asshole if you don’t!”)
I think the hardest part of this year is that secretly you are required to take stock of your life. And see if it measures up to some unknown benchmark equation in the world. That is the subtle undertone of the Holiday Season. My advice is. Drink up. It really is not going to be pretty. No matter how well decorated with lights it is. And I do not put up lights. So in this time of year I have been labeled a “Bastard”. Given what I have been called. This is very mild.
There are a quite a few benchmark dates that take place for me in such a short time. The “Oh Shit He’s Here” Day. A.K.A Birthday Day. Christmas. New Year’s Day. It really is a lot to take in within 32 Days. Time really does fly. And I then have to try to make some profound statement on my life on top of all of it. And now I should be playing Under Pressure by Queen and David Bowie.
The only resolutions I can make at the moment are to get better at housekeeping and make more home cooked meals than I do. Maybe I just maid and let her cover these two.
Here is a chart of my progress so far in this life. Guess where I am doing the most learning.
