:: Wednesday, December 08, 2004
KEEP YOUR EYE ON THE PRIZE
at 6AM, a lot of thinks can seem damn near the 9th plane of hell.. (although, I never really kept track of all the different number hells in Dante's Inferno.. fuckit.. I just looked at da pretty 18th lithographs.. wooo.. frozen Lucifer, eating people.. FUN! - and then there wuz some shit about these peeps wearing really heavy golden robes with heavy hoods.. wot wuz THAT all about?.. and wot the HELL has it got to do with that freakish Robin Williams film with the stoner impressionist painting weirdness?) - yeah.. 6AM sucks as a frame of mind..
6PM however.. is an entirely different kettle of fish.. coz hey, wot's cooler and more useless than a kettle of fish? perhaps a toaster of badgers? or a blender of puppies?... mmmm... blender of puppies.. arrrglglglgll..
yeah.. ok, so work does have a way of driving me insane.. which is why I do it so infrequently.. why work, when I could live the stoner counterculture paradise of denial, by being the brilliantly vague creative techno-hippy you know and love (or secretly despise.. for all I care..)
but.. work has it's perks..
past all the bullshit details.. the cursing and swearing over programs crashing, missing fonts, countless interruptions, spastic fiddly bits with equations and sizings, and putting brackets around things and lots of weird little horizontal lines.. and.. no.. wait.. I gotta fix that AGAIN?.. beyond aaaall that despair and gibbering confusion.. there's the bigger picture..
I actually get PAID for this shit..
and all the while.. grumbling, working on this stuff..
it does serve a higher purpose..
I mean.. sure.. I get the cash n shit.. and that's all cool n all.. (mostly it's not the original reason I go into these kinda things tho'..) naaay, the higer purpose.. besides a shiny sense of accomplishment, something to throw on me resume.. or throw into people's faces and scream.. "LOOK WOT I HAVE CREATED YOOOO UNGRATEFUL FUCKS.. HA!!".. the real purpose.. is the endless interplay..
if I did music AAALL the time.. (and this has been proven time and time again).. eventually, I'm just gonna end up doing turgid puddles of gelatinous shite.. nay I say.. I've noticed - the more pissed off I am dragging meself thru creative (but otherwise frustrating) desktop publishing work for money.. the more I wanna BLOW SHIT UP MUSICALLY when I'm free of said nonsense..
there IS a higher purpose to this insanity..
if only I remember to be (a) patient, (b) see the bigger picture..
in the end.. the funk will FUCK YO's up..
in the end.. I will have my revenge :)
and in the meantime.. this sloppy bitch is gettin' PAID.. to further his aims..
sometimes it all makes sense :)
:: Spoz 6:29 PM |