"Heart on my sleeveNot where it should be
The song's out of key again."
from Feist "My Moon My Man"
You know, digital clocks piss me off. They awake me, when I least want to be wokened (not a real word).
And so I resent them. Until now. Because...
I have devised a plan. (Muwahahahaha!)
You see, everyday - twice a day - digital clocks get to rest for a minute, let their hair down, whatever. They're off surfing clock porn or updating their clock social networks. Studying for their Green Belt in Advanced Annoyance Techniques... (Who knows where they get the money for that? Sometimes I leave pocket change on the dresser, but... it's just not enough.)
This chill-time is 1:11. The clock has no more than 8 LEDs going for that minute - UNLESS... you set your alarm for 1:11. Then it has to annoy itself!
Why should they get a break? Do they give YOU one? No. Never. Digital vampires, they are.
Which reminds me... some things eat up time like no other.
"And a good man, and a good woman
Can't find the good in each other
And a good man, and a good woman
Will bring out the worst in the otherThe bad in each other..."
Feist (again) "The Bad In Each Other"
Moved to a rural lake a time ago. Private as it can be. Antique and experimental aircraft often garnish the sky on shiny days, looping and twirling and prop-stalling... which is restorative compared to the bustle of Seattle. No busses, no car-prowlers, no shrieking sirens. Birds, deer, coyotes, rippling water, and the beauty of listening to the wind cross the top of the trees... all occupy my occasional boredom.
Then, I play the shit outta the drum kit. Or sketch.
This is a fair warning, Beatrix. Gonna be out there soon. Don't get all worried about it. But, also, don't be overly surprised if you see me. We all have our trajectories. It's not like I'm aiming for you, but I also have friends out there.
Once again, To Be Continued.
