I don't know how these kind of thing should begin; but it's 1:50p here at work, and I am falling through my ass. I need coffee, which will be my 4th today. The strong stuff; we have a expresso machine here, which saves us the time and money of huffing it down to a local Starbugs for their over roasted, overprices mud.
Yes; it's fashionable to bash Startbooks, and everyone hates to love to hate to love it.. but there is a reason for these things, the actions of crowds. Some bash it with corn ball jokes, just as others line up to wait for the nastiest coffee they can find, made from under or over ripe beans they couldn't sell without roasting them 8 times, and the rest of us call them jackasses for drinking it, as if that word sums up all that is wrong with our lives.
And "Jackass". When the F did that word begin to fit so many nouns so well? How did it get so useful, funny, and so fitting for so many people and situations? There has to be more to it than those guys who bust the nuts jumping off railings on their skateboards, right?
Speaking of coffee; ever see these people riding around nyc? The guy and his wife bet it all on a a big orange coffee wagon that plays Beatles songs in front of Starebucks around nyc. He know a lot about coffee, beyond say, you know, that it makes you go.
Anyway, I need a cup of stuff; berightback. Okay; now i have lost my train of disgruntaled thought. I am smelling the Jo, and it changes everything. Maybe it was the movement to the machine, and the light banter with my coworker, Fungirl.
Fungirl has been sitting at the desk beside me for a few months. She came over to work here at Company from MTV, where things were more fun, and know you know half the reason that I named her Fungirl. She is a good sport, and we joke around to pass the time.; but she doesn't drink coffee, so how could we share the same views?
Now what? Personal reflections? I guess that is what this is all about; the little things we all might think and dismiss from time to time, half wondering if we are alone in these flash insights. You know, the old cat from 60 Minutes type shit; how some candy sticks to your shoe, or how people piss in the subway on the night following pay day.... interesting, right? And tone too, or attitude, right? I guess much of what gets blogged is about overall attitude of the writer. The personality, the theme by which they conduct their affairs. Upbeat, down trodden, pissed off, enraged. What can I tell you? These things can't be faked, even by copywriters who try to tap into the latest cravings of the youth who are walking around looking for reasons to shop. "Shit flows downhill," is something I find myself repeating a lot. I am still not sure why... yet.
I guess we'll all find out, right? As long as you keep reading my finger exercises? P>
Is that enough for a first Blog? I don't know. I never played the Pied Piper routine before. We'll see. I haven't even read many yet, except for some boring dutch girl's ode to the drug demerol. But we'll see. Just like you will find out why I am so pissed off over my website too
Hinky 2:27 PM
