I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Monday, July 27, 2009

And that, your Honor, was when I snapped

So I had a post all planned out. And then major Village stuff interfered. Not just the major thing already on the docket for tomorrow, but a recurring pain-in-the-rump just flared up again and became a major problem. One that may involve lawsuits and substantial changes to services in the Village.

I'm seeing red, and I aim to misbehave.

Of course it also blew all thoughts about how writing spec fic is or isn't an art and how this related to my BFA in Graphic Design.

Imagine me doing my best Lewis Black imitation.

4 comments:

Dan said...

Being a *huge* fan of Lewis Black... I can totally see you doing a great version of him! (I am sorry to say so, but it is a pretty comic image.)

Rick said...

I smell trouble brewing!

Stewart Sternberg (half of L.P. Styles) said...

You know what really pisses off people in political situations? Showing up naked. That's what I always do.

Steve Buchheit said...

Dan, yeah I do a great "Son of a Bitch!" (hands in the air, shaking) schtick.

Rick, oh yes. Unless the other side can back down and adjust their stance, it's going to be very bad (for everybody).

Stewart, that doesn't work so well when you sit behind the table. The camera is on me. And I'm always naked beneath my clothes. It doesn't so much unnerve others as doesn't give them any leverage (eve though they make think they have it).