Once again, I am saved from depression by being too overwhelmed. And here I told myself I didn’t know what I was doing.
Seinfeld stopped by the club last night, and watching a master like that gave me the perfect opportunity to feel inadequate.
Oh, and it’s unseasonably hot out. I have a fan in my room that really helps to blow the hot air around – I’d hate for the hot air to not get any exercise.
Are we reaching the end times? On the other hand, people were probably thinking that during the dark ages – or they were happier. I can’t help but wonder if they were. If faced with either the possibility of catching the plague or social media, I’m not sure what people from the dark ages would decide. I think they’d have to sleep on it before choosing.
The old woman next to me at Coffee Bean is obsessively wiping down her chair with a napkin. So the fear of death never leaves. We fight for every inch of a harsh and desolate existence. And then, we are no more. And even the happiest of us are still mostly miserable. Copyright Hallmark.
Right now, my chief coping mechanism seems to be watching episodes of Star Trek: Deep Space Nine. I’m in the part of the story that deals with the war between the Federation and the Dominion. But it’s a war on a television budget, so in a one hour show, fifty eight minutes of it consists of talking about the war. Don’t get me wrong, it’s good talking. And in our modern era of big budget special effects, it’s fun to watch a show that had to tell the story of a war without a massive budget. Did you know that if a character walks in and says “the whole fleet was destroyed,” that conveys the same information as spending millions of dollars to show me a fleet being destroyed?!
How was this only the 9th Deep Space installation? They’ve been exploring space for hundreds of years. You’d think they’d at least be up to double digits.