Scenes: Mixed Think

I’m not sick anymore. I was sick, but now I’m not sick. I just have allergies. Sleeping with the window open last night was such a great idea. And doing yard work was a great idea too. But, the more I do, the fewer weeds there will be. For a while, anyway. It’s very sunshiney in my eyes. Gas is expensive, and the station I went to was being remodeled. So I could not get coffee there this morning! Hooray for the fact that zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz…..

I can’t go any further without mentioning the three things that I’m not going to mention. The first thing I’m not going to mention. The second thing I’m not going to talk about. The third thing is undiscussable. And taboo. And forbidden. So all those things are things I can’t discuss, and I won’t be talking about them. Engaging in some type of discourse about these things is not something I’ll partake in. So, I’m stopping.

I gotta go in to the office and do some actual work today. It’s working work. Work that needs to be performed by someone – namely me. This work won’t get done unless I do it, or dump it on someone else. Which is pretty tempting, believe me. Aside from that, there are trees that still have leaves on them. Dead curled up brown leaves. Those trees just won’t let it go. They need to move on. More leaves will come later. It’s like trimming nails or getting a haircut. They’ll grow back, trees. Damn.

I’ll say this much – this is a compilation of several recordings. I culled the best stuff, so you know this is a quality post. You are admiring the quality of it right now. You know you are. I just said “I’m gonna have to get together with myself and type some of these up one of these days.” And that’s what I’m doing now. Take Cassano’s Pizza. It’s the best pizza in Dayton. But the restaurant I just passed also had something called London Fish and Chips. What’s that all about? Things change, but that’s not even Italian. It’s weird. The blogosphere has been like that too, with certain people not here posting. And I got an oil change, speaking of pizza and blogs, and the sign on the wall said if you get two new tires, put them on the back so you don’t fishtail. Yet I’ve heard and read that if you get two new tires, you should put them on the drive wheels, which are normally the front. So what do you do? Huh? That’s ridiculous. Two bits of advice, both seem logical, but both can’t be right.

Isn’t that just like life? You get that all the time. Two or more bits of advice that seem in opposition to each other, but also both seem logical. It’s so fun making that decision. Last week I did yard work in just a shirt. Well, and pants, and shoes and underwear and socks, but with no coat, is my point. And yesterday, same thing. I wore shorts. And speaking of yard work, I’m going to try to grill out on January 1 next year. My earliest grill out date is March 6th. I don’t know why. I could have beaten that easily this year. This is supposed to be the best year ever, but this month seems like the least best month so far. Hasn’t been bad. Just kind of bland. Half of it is left, though, so we’ll see. To the extent that you can see the months.

I have realized something about these Scenes. They’re in future tense when I’m talking. But when I type them out, I put things in there that are happening right then. And I put things from the day before that I didn’t mention. So I am completely screwing with the tenses and chronology itself in these. But it’s because stuff happens all the time. Stuff is happening right now. Like, I think I just got checked out! By a woman! A female woman! It’s a reasonably warm day today, as I may have said. And I’ll say again several times. But my car was covered with dew this morning. Dew is nature’s moisture. Wetness, if you will.

I took pictures at the skate park here. This skate park was designed in part by Rob Dyrdek, who comes from here. That’s cool, I guess. I went on a Sunday morning when no one was there and took a bunch of pictures. But it’s totally a functional space, because there’s no reason to make anything decorative. It’s not very colorful. So I haven’t posted any pics. Same thing with this gazebo thing I took pictures of. They’re not colorful or dynamic enough to post. I guess they’re interesting enough to talk about. This concludes the boring part of the post. It’s still awesome, but relatively boring for something awesome.

A lot of you have decided to gang up on me and beat me down, taking out your frustrations against your husbands and men in general, using me as your scapegoat, your effigy, your male gender pinata. I just wanted to let you know that I noticed, and I’m here for you if you ever need someone to let you know how rude and obnoxious you are, and how mean you are, and how I’ve read all your blogs, every one. So thanks for the tagbacks. I really appreciate it, by which I mean, I don’t. Thank you very little! It means a tiny bit to me. Thanks-ish.

Seriously? Person behind me is crazy. I turned left under already scary circumstances, but the person behind me turned left anyway. They’re crazy. Glad they’re behind me. The only bad thing is that if they got hit, I’d miss it. It’s rare that I get to see an accident happen from the front row. Speaking of that, apparently it’s fairly easy to fix a side mirror. I just need to go to a junkyard and get one and put it on. No prob – in theory. Everything is easy on paper. Just like this blog. Metaphorically, because it’s not on paper, it’s on your screen. Unless you print it out. Why would you do that? To line your birdcage, probably. That bird will be entertained, though. I’m good with birds. Birds is English slang for women, in case you need to have this explained to you because you’re slang-deficient. Sheesh. You people. I need to explain everything to you.

Speaking of that, Encyclopedia Britannica will no longer be producing their books after this year. This is the last year to buy the physical books. So rush out and get yours before they’re all gone, or you’ll be stuck with all the Q, Z and J volumes. They will still have the online, and the software versions though. So you’ll still be able to do book reports. Yeah. Good. Sometimes repairing things is good, but sometimes it’s just time to break down and get something new. Cars are worth repairing, because they run basically the same. But computers? I’m running an eMachines hard drive in an HP computer, so that can’t be good. It’s messing everything around. I should get a new computer and then restore the old one to factory-ish condition and sell it. It’s odd to think that a $1000 computer is now worth $75. And $300 will get a computer ten times better than the $1000 one was.

You can’t do that in life. You can’t just replace everything that’s old. You can’t get a divorce and remarry every time things go south. You have to work with what you have. So marriage and family – they’re just cobbled-together rigged and patched ancient devices that surprisingly still work somehow. That’s a metaphor for our times.

Edward Hotspur

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39 responses on “Scenes: Mixed Think

  1. You are still one sick puppy.
    Please, tell us more stuff you can’t tell us without telling us anything.
    Dew is nature’s saliva?
    We are talking about pictures without looking at them? This seems to be a step backwards in human communication. If a picture is worth a thousand words, then how do we make change for the pictures you wont show us? Is this a new-math problem?
    Male gender piñata? That sounds painful and dangerous. I suggest you have all the women who approach you frisked for concealed sticks and bats.
    I print your blog because I want to see how long it is going to take you to put out enough words to encircle the globe. This one got me to just north of Hawaii.
    I fix all my old stuff, or they start falling off my body.
    I love you, man.

    • It was more like pasting things together, mixed with saying ‘fuck it, next one’ a lot. I had a backlog of 7 of them, and some things wouldn’t have made sense, like references to how it was snowing. And if one thing is for certain, it’s gravity. But nearly that certain is that all my blogs are 100 percent of the making of the sense.

  2. Don’t you hate when drivers do that? You’ve already made the turn in a precarious situation & then they turn too! Then you nearly plow into another vehicle because you’re so busy watching to see if they’re going to get hit. How inconsiderate of them!
    It’s kind of spring where I am too, but I have lots of allergies to spring so this is NOT my favorite time of year. I prefer fall or autumn, if you will. No messy puddles to deal with in the fall.
    Those women treating you like a pinata – I can probably beat them up you know. No guarantees, but maybe, just don’t count on it. But I’ll stick up for you!

  3. Reading this was sort of like having a free mini-LSD trip, without wishing I had some pot to help me come down from the craziness, to a buzz I was more comfortable with (not that anything like that ever happened to me back in college). It’s hard to believe anyone printed encylopedias after about 2000. Totally agree about the whole thing with the conflicting advice–one day coffee’s bad for you because it gives you the jitters and it’s hard on your stomach, the next day it’s great for your prostate and to stave off diabetes and Alzheimer’s. Me–I say it’s better than Prozac. I tell people “Don’t take this literally, but, fuck my stomach, I’m drinking coffee.” If I run “the tail end” of a yellow arrow and the guy behind me turns too, I get mad at them. My comment is only slightly shorter than your blogpost.

  4. Wait…who’s being rude and obnoxious? That’s not nice. Tell ‘em I said “stop it”. There. That’ll learn ‘em. Nice post.

  5. I can’t imagine anyone doing anything mean to you. Well, other than the people you wrote about today. Not us, the other people. Nevermind. Anyway, just so you know, I read this yesterday, but I was ignoring you, so I had to come back and comment tonight. So, here is my comment that I would have said yesterday…I have no idea what you are talking about.

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