Oh yeah it’s a Monday! My least favourite day, generally speaking.
Specifically it’s the Monday morning I don’t like, I think I have about 2500 left.
Or 2499 cause I made it through this one.
It’s an optimistic estimate.
Life is such that for every Monday morning, there’s a Friday evening around the corner, and you must take the good with the bad like they say in Riget.
The yin comes with the yang.
I have a new sister who I talk to every day. She got some flooding in the basement of her house, what a bad Monday isn’t that? To own a house is always like that that there are surprises, the kind you have to pay for.
But if it’s one thing I’ve learned is that all things worth having are things you have to fight for.
I’m having some sort of mid life crisis; not 100% sure I wanna spend the remaining years of my life working as a Java developer. I’m not even sure it’s a valid career choice in the year 2525 when I’ve got enough pension saved up to retire.
I’m not sure I’ve got any other viable skills either: I can make edible food, and could write poetry (I think), and I can paint hands. (I am pretty good at mixing several different skin colours (one trick is I avoid using black to make it dark/paint shadows, but rather make a dark base colour like the darkest there is of what I want to paint which I make brighter and add different colours to depending on what I see)).
I best get started on my new book the masterpiece, I am not sure what it’ll be about but I’ve got a feeling that people will dub it a modern classic.
The snag being I’m not a very interesting person so it won’t be biographical, and I’ve got a poor imagination so it won’t be fiction, and I don’t know enough about anything to write any type of non fiction.
That’s really a snag right there.
Maybe that’s just a format problem. Maybe if I just start, one word will follow the next and before I know it there’s the masterpiece.
It’s gonna start with someone walking in heavy cold rain, like there’s this novel by Ray Bradbury about someone being out in the rain which is if I remember it perpetual, like that it will start, and then they seek shelter in a tavern, because they see that there’s a light and a chimney with smoke coming out of it, so they go there. (Like the tower of the elephant: many great stories start in taverns). And of course they have frog hands.
.Would you like to know something about dogs? They are fine creatures indeed.
Or some of them are: my relative (who is anonymous here because she loved this dog more than her own children, so it’s a sensitive topic indeed) used to have this chihuahua who was basically a mini Cujo.
The feral beast would growl at coloured purple, well all people are coloured or else they would be invisible, but anyhow he would growl at them like some racist, and he would growl and try to bite children. Children would approach to pet him but quickly change their minds when greeted by a hellish growl. I say try to bite here because he had only one single tooth, so most of the biting would be unsuccessfully from the gums.
And the tip of his dog penis was always sticking out one half centimetre like a snail peeking out. He used it to pee on other dogs with.
Gross.
I can’t think of a single act of kindness he did in his whole dog life.
The creature is dead now which is a shame for he was loved if only by one single person, but that is a lot.
To be loved is a beautiful thing.
Oh yea just remembered one more thing worth mentioning is he stank more out of his mouth than out of his asshole.
Outside the snakes are hibernating in their burrows or whatever, not ready for anything really, but biding their time.
There are certain human snakes who are biting all year long their venomous fangs into all that you hold dear.
Some snakes or human snakes do not bite, instead they will suffocate you.
In summertime you have to worry about both the regular snakes as they do not hibernate, and the human snakes, as they never do, but you aren’t as likely to freeze to death.
There is at least one meter of snow on my mums cabin, several tons weighing down on the roof yet here I sit inside.
It’s a pretty powerful construction which can withstand such massive pressure throughout the winter. Not only the roof, but the whole thing all down to the foundation. A testament to human ingenuity.
Anyhow. I’ve been skiing today.
I’m trying to enjoy skiing, snow everywhere, glistening in the heat from the brightly shining sun. Trying to enjoy the sensation and the fresh air, but failing. It’s the actual skiing I don’t like. It’s cross country or vertical skiing. It’s not vertical enough. I have no control in the downward slopes and even though I make the pizza slice thing with the skis, they do not stop. I don’t wanna fall down and expose my ass for everyone to see, cause my belly has a tendency to pull or rather push my pants down somewhat when bending forward, and the ice makes it harder to steer, it’s a bit icy when the snow melts into the snow underneath and then freezes slightly.
Not only do I not wanna expose my ass like described, I also do not want to die.
Tomorrow I will have another go at the skiing because I will enjoy it tomorrow I think. I think I enjoy it in theory.
Nothing interested has happened in my life lately, which suits me just fine.
In fact, that’s exactly how I like it.
I have to think of some new painting to paint. I’m quite skilful at painting hands and that’s how I know I’m not an artificial intelligence because allegedly they make creepy hands.
I think there is a certain artistic quality to the creepiness of AI generated art and movies like low key horror quality.
I don’t like AI that much it’ll come for my job and I had just started to feel like a competent developer but times change and I’m being painted into a corner and I see no way out. It is only a matter of time before it starts painting hands too and then what?
Quite early in the Monday for me to have drank five cups of coffee already. It’s not even lunch yet. But you do what you have to do to make it through the working day in one piece.
It’s been snowing miserably outside, snubbing my jogging plans and covering all the spring progress in a blanket of ice cold snow. This is always the case that for every two steps forward, there’s often one step back.
Have you ever heard Elvis? He’s actually pretty good.
Especially the one I like to call “Devil in the sky” mmHmm. It’s a timeless classic about how looks deceive.
Yesterday I had this super intensive headache all day. It’s like that a few times each month or so. Likely it’s cause I think so much. My brain is too small for all of my big thoughts, and it’s imprisoned by my skull and this creates of course this pressure from time to time. That’s the scientific explanation.
It’s like that that you have to pay a price for all things.
The yin comes with the yang.
One exception to this rule is my handsome looks. I payed nothing for them.
Maybe in a past life or in the next one or in the hereafter.
Maybe the price I pay is I become a devil in the sky.
I’ve baked a lot of pizzas today. Some Italian classics like frutti di mare and the one with banana, curry and tuna. (I don’t know the Italian name for it unfortunately) to name a few.
So I been doing that. Been out in the sun running and it was very warm it felt like spring and I wore shorts.
Days like this are special not only because they never come again, but because they make life worth living.