braindead slugfest

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Raaaaargh. Two days off! Every time i have two days off in a row it feels like a fucking vacation.

I had a good week at work. With Lazy Springer gone, i got to hang with the Oaf, Miss Hastings, and Ketsia. Miss Hastings parked her car on top of a… well, imagine a manhole that is a foot high, and Ketsia and i had to push it off while hoping that we weren’t causing massive damage. And i got to take a photo of Ketsia’s face so i can do a digital portrait of her, which i’ve been wanting to do for some time.

…the asshole big boss came by to hassle us. We had a new supervisor named Gooch, but i heard that he might have just quit because he can’t stand the asshole boss. Some morons at Omohundro got busted for having too much fun, and now there’s all this loose talk about installing cameras to watch all employees, which would pretty much force me to quit because there’s no way i’d do this job without my laptop. Or did they say motion sensors? I don’t know. This is all crap.

Huh, it looks like Walker might have just quit. This guy lasted, what, seven weeks? I won’t be too sad to see him go. He wasn’t overtly annoying, but he was very boring, petty, and lazy. This means that — just like last autumn — i have no normal coworkers again so i’ll get to work with different people every night. That can go on for months. I used to dislike these times, but now i look forward to them because at least the days are different from one another in some way.

Tonight — the Oaf. Good times shall be had.

Summer. 14 weeks of overheated hell. It starts now. Let’s just get through this, people.

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I finished The Talisman and Black House, and i really gotta thank ListenWithin for recommending those. Gosh, those pretty much are additional Dark Tower books, aren’t they? Especially the second one. It seems to offer some kind of explanation as to why the Crimson King ended up being so weak — it looks like the destruction of the Big Combination really took the piss out of him. The malleable mansion of infinite evil aspect turns back into a shitty old house, the ethereal demon-dog becomes a sad old mutt… maybe the Crimson King changes from being the amorphous red cloud of absolute wickedness that we see in Insomnia into the daffy old coot on the balcony.

It seems to make some kind of sense.

While reading The Talisman i was overcome with the desire to master time travel so that i could tell my 12-year old self to read this book. I like it just fine now, but if i’d gotten my hands on it in fifth grade i’d have lost my mind. It has that vast, bleak feeling that things had in the ’70s and ’80s, you know? It’s the little details… fantasy novels seem better somehow when characters don’t have cel phones or internet access and can get lost in forgotten towns that aren’t on maps.

I generally don’t mind when characters die in novels, but i was aghast when Henry Leyden died. He was too cool. Bravo, King. You made me feel feelings.

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You know, it’s not just women who get probed when they go to the doctor. It happens to guys too. It just happened to me. I hate being anally probed unless there are extraterrestrials involved. That would make it worth it, you know, just to know that life exists on other planets. Without that there’s no upside to the probe.

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Melancholia is a damned beautiful movie especially if you ever wanted to know what Kirsten Dunst looks like nude. But it’s a very, very depressing movie as well.

Life.

Only on earth.

But not for much longer.

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