.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.
Today’s been and an ordinary day in all aspects except work which has been far below average in every measurable way. It’s fair to say that I have lost interest in that one and so now I just use my strong psyche to make it through the working day.
It’s like I’m between chapters in my life; like I am about to start a new chapter and this one is ending in much the same way as many Stephen King books does: like dwindling in some anticlimactic way like the ending wasn’t thought of beforehand and the strings tied in some very ugly knot or something.
Maybe semi good like the green mile. I liked that book a lot. The ending wasn’t the best part.
Don’t know how my ending look as it’s not happened yet.
My new job ain’t started yet.
We shall see.
I wasn’t prepared for all these emotions that I have had with regards to my work and the fiasco with the lay offs. Think it’s cause I really used to care about that place. Like I could picture myself working there past retirement age.
Went to my new job today for some cake. It was super nice.
Picked up part two of Discworld; the one after “Colour of Magic”, while in the big city, and some levain bread. I put that one in the hood of my special hooded wilderness jacket, because I went without backpack.
So I had one Discworld book on either side pocket, and some artist brushes, some special ones with very pointy points for high precision painting, which I also bought. And of course the loaf of bread as previously described.
At lunch I had a very interesting discussion with a great friend from a job we worked at together decades ago and a new friend whose name didn’t stick. He had a special interest in cryptographic algorithms but were only writing API:s these days. Anyhow there were some very intelligent intellectual discussions of course and again I can’t really recall but it was very pleasant. One highlight was all government agencies dumping encrypted traffic for decades onto storage for decryption possibly with quantum computers in the future. That’s a scary one.
Discworld series because it’s my BFF:s favourite of all times and it’s something I been planning to read so now the time is ripe.
Always people brag about books like this: (for a classic, say some Dostojevskij or Camus or whatever):, they’d say that they first read the book in their teens, that’s always when they read all of the classics for the first time. If they read a classic in a greater age it’s always a re read.
Think I could count all classics I read in my teens on a single finger it was that “of mice and men” because it was the shortest one for a school assignment. I read only comic books like Conan and Lobo and harlequin books. The books because I had a hunger for being loved like them ladies in those books were.