Michael Kindt's Blog, page 416
January 27, 2012
The kitty, emitting gamma rays of cuteness.
The kitty, emitting gamma rays of cuteness.
I feel like talking. So I'm gonna.
Mildly buzzed. This is perfect. I truly dislike being all drunk, but I like to be nice 'n silly. I feel healthier, a warm glowing feeling. I have switched to tea.
I have been formally invited to my class reunion this summer, which is a bit odd considering I'm a high school dropout. I din't even make it into a month of my sophomore year and I was outta there. No worries, though. I went to college and got two degrees. But why do they want me to come? Odd. I feel no connection to those people. Very few of the names on the Facebook event page even ring a bell. Everybody's pretty tubby and old-looking. I am in shape, sorta, and look awesome. Maybe I will go and strut my stuff. Give 'em shit. "Oh, too bad you smoked all those years. Now you look like a catcher's mitt. Have another cigarette! Eat some more burritos!" Hahahahahahah.
And then I will leave.
They'll love me.
My kitty is emanating cuteness like radiation as she lounges on my bed. Every time I walk by I attack her with kisses. I can't even handle her right now.
I need to trim my bonsai, and no, that isn't a double entendre.
I broke a bowl tonight while doing dishes, so now I am down to one. I have one bowl. I'm a one bowl man, baby. Note to self: buy two more bowls tomorrow.
You know, you can ask me something if you want.
Oh, remember how I told you guys about becoming involved in my local Food Not Bombs thing? Well, turns out the guy who invited me and or running it is something of a religious fanatic. Hmm. On second thought. Actually, maybe he'll be cool about it. He invited another friend of mine (who's female) to meet his religious buddies, but told her she would have to dress "demure". She was wearing a t-shirt and jeans at the time. What the fuck? We'll see how this goes….
Anyway.
January 26, 2012
I am not the prescriptive grammar type.
Obvious to anyone who's ever read anything I've written, but antique when used as a verb bugs me. AnTEEKing. The very nice lady at the very cluttered consignment shop asked me if I was anTEEKing. Also, she wondered if I was an anTEEKer.
A resounding "No" on both. "I'm just browsing," I told her. "I am a browser."
I got a really cool oil lamp with a red dome for FIVE BUCKS. Awesome. I have a real thing for oil lamps and lanterns and candles (unscented). Any kind of firelight. My Grandma Bonnie used to collect oil lamps and she had dozens. One time when I was a kid, she lit them all up at the same time and I loved it. The glow, the intimacy. How it seemed to have made a truce with the darkness it could not totally defeat.
I only have four oil lamps now. I despise material things, so could never have dozens. The more stuff you have, the more it ceases to be stuff and turns into shit. As in, "All this shit."
Whenever I am in a consignment shop, I wonder about the 8-track tapes. They're always dusty and forgotten. Nobody, but nobody, is gonna buy them. They always look so lonely to me. There was a stack today at the consignment shop, six or eight of them. Dusty. Forgotten. One was an Eagles album. Perhaps, I thought, around 2050 they will be collector's items. Right now, though, in 2012 they are garbage.
I also went to the Good Will and bought a Giorgio Armani suede blazer for FOUR BUCKS. I was looking for some sort of maroon pants. I got up this morning wishing I had maroon pants and that's why I left the house and went to all these places. Maroon pants. A darker red. Something. Wool, or some sort of heavy fabric. I had it all in my mind, but didn't see it. There was some pretty nifty purple pants, but they were 36 waist. Too big. I need a 34. At that point I realized I would never find maroon pants that were precisely 34 waist, so stopped looking.
Now I'm going to drink some beer and do my dishes. See ya.
January 25, 2012
"Hot, humid, and happening—just like your daughter."
- Steven Tyler, 64, to the father of a girl, 15, who was trying out for American Idol. The father had asked Tyler how it was going and, clearly, received far too much information. (source)
occupyallstreets:
Marine gets no jail time in killing of 24...
Marine gets no jail time in killing of 24 Iraqi civilians
Marine Staff Sgt. Frank Wuterich will not serve a jail sentence following his guilty plea in the killing of 24 Iraqis in 2005, a military judge said Tuesday.
The announcement by Lt. Col. David Jones came after Wuterich took responsibility during his sentencing hearing at Camp Pendleton for the killings in the Euphrates River town of Haditha and expressed remorse to the victims' families.
Jones said he had planned to recommend 90 days in the brig — the maximum as requested by the prosecution — but that the plea bargain approved by Lt. Gen. Thomas Waldhauser had called for no jail time.
Wuterich, 31, was the last of eight Marines charged in the Haditha killings to have his case resolved. Six had the charges against them dropped, and one Marine was acquitted.
As the squad leader, Wuterich ordered his Marines "to shoot first, ask questions later" as they stormed two houses on Nov. 19, 2005, after a roadside bomb had killed one Marine and injured two others.
Well, it's not like he helped people share movies or music on the internet or anything. You know, a REAL crime.
Information Tuesday
It isn't "too much", but it is, in fact, information:
I occasionally look for jobs. Not very often, being lazy. Having a job, I've noticed, really cuts into my sitting around time. But, yeah, I occasionally go out and look for them, saying to myself "I'm being a productive member of society!" or some such shit.
The last time I looked for a job was early December. I guess I was bored or something, but I filled out the stupid application and even met the person for an interview. I totally showered for it and everything because I actually kind of wanted to work there. I suspected the place and people would give me lots of emotions and material.
It was a pretty standard interview, except for the last question, which was "What's your spirit animal?" That was a new one. I've been to many different job interviews in my 87 years on Earth, but never have I heard that.
"Snoopy," I answered without hesitation. I mean, what else could it be?
It made the guy laugh. I always make the guy laugh. It's one of my powers and the reason no one who wears a tie takes me seriously, thank god.
But he thought Snoopy was a funny answer, even though I was dead serious. He thanked me genuinely for coming in and then hired someone else.
His loss. I would've worked for minimum and changed all the names to protect the guilty :)
January 24, 2012
Cartoon selected for my latest article, That Awkward Moment When...
Cartoon selected for my latest article, That Awkward Moment When Newt Gingrich Could Be The Nominee.
I just went through about 10 pages of this blog and it's very interesting to say the least. I notice in some posts you seem to be atheistic and in others theistic. Don't know which way to go?
I am the Doubting Thomas and question everything. Oftentimes I just like being contrary :) Personally, I fall over to the theistic side. The claim that all this going on around and in me arises purely out of mechanical and chemical means seems patently ridiculous to me. Frankly, I don't see how atheists can insist such unimaginative nonsense. No, I don't have a traditional view of God. It is not an entity. It is certainly not a male, nor the god of the Israelites, nor is it Allah. It doesn't need to be worshipped or obeyed. It is "the force that through the green fuse drives the flower", to quote my favorite poet, and as such gets honor from me automatically. I see magic everywhere, but perhaps I am blessed with the Elf Eyes of Legolas!
And, hey, how come I don't get awesome anons like this more often???
January 23, 2012
morelightsperhaps replied to your post: so about that book of yours, it was utterly fantastic. Each...
where can I find your book?
Amazon, Barnes & Noble, etc….
:)
