  I have writer�s block, or so it would seem. Here is a transcript of the most exciting thing that happened today. Mollusk was my msn name of the day, the Angry Mallard is Jace, the guy that guest spotted here, and has his own damn blog, of which you can read if you go here: ragingquack.blogspot.com The Angry Mallard says: robynism! Mollusk says: g'day.. The Angry Mallard says: wussup? Mollusk says: writer's block, cried durning futurama, don't want to talk to my boss The Angry Mallard says: cried?
Mollusk says: besides that, okey dokey Mollusk says: YUP.. sad, eh? Mollusk says: did you see it today? The Angry Mallard says: what about The Angry Mallard says: nope Mollusk says: Well, Frye's dog was found, and it was encased in something or other, so he was going to bring the dog back to life. The Angry Mallard says: uhhuh Mollusk says: finds out that the dog has lived 12 years after he was frozen... Mollusk says: so he decided not to bring him back to life because it was likely the dog forgot all about him. Mollusk says: Then, it goes to a scene where you see what happened to the dog for those twelve years Mollusk says: the dog waits there.
Mollusk says: and waits, and waits. Mollusk says: and dies Mollusk says: so, i cried. The Angry Mallard says: (insert crying smiley graphic here) That�s it, seriously, the most interesting thing was that I talked to Jacen, and I discovered that I have a very soft heart (or head, perhaps? ) I do have somewhat of a track record regarding movies. I cried during the original black and white production of �The Hunchback of Notre Dame�, as my Dad will attest. I was furious with that gypsy strumpet running of with Blond guy, when it was the hunchback who loved her, and who had saved her life.
I was five at the time, and remember balling my fists, and biting my lip, and realizing that life sucks, better get a helmet. (K maybe not that last bit, I was five, after all. ) After that, I never cried during a movie until �The Green Mile�. I don�t think I ever cried during a TV show. Can�t say that anymore I guess. I thought the reason was chemical at first, since, hey, I might�ve skipped a pill, and, in the past, I was typically emotional the night before the first day of my period.
However, I�ve not had a period in six months or so, and I didn�t skip the daily dose. So, I guess I�m a softie. So, I�m reading �Skinny Legs and All� by Tom Robbins. Sometimes, I truly enjoy his work. Other times I want to beat him senseless. Flowery language surrounding bullshit ideas, but there�s just enough compelling, interesting stuff to make me like him, the jerk.
Also, he�s a research based writer, which I long to be. An example of this flowery bullshittyness was a bit I read last night. The gist was that folks who spend too much of their energies on the pursuit of Heaven will put the world through hell. For example, who cares about the environment, suffering of people, etc, when you have a notion that you�re going to Heaven? Consequences be damned; we�re just here for the trial. Real life begins after death.
I agree, to a certain extent, that too much emphasis on Heaven, and more secularly, the future, is a nasty ass place to be. It�s difficult for us, sure, because we can�t even experience the present, because the present is always slipping through our fingers at a steady rate. But, what the fuck Tom? Aren�t YOU sort of pining away at something, sort of like our friends who think too much about the afterlife? Basically, he�s saying things would be better IF. The Heaven/Future oriented are saying the same .
Things would be better if we were dead, or older, or richer, or smarter, or skinner, or fatter, or if we didn�t think about the future so much. I guess what I took out of it is that one has to be mindful of right now, what�s going on. I think entirely disregarding the future is just as dangerous. The middle path is advised, which is sort of funny, Gotama Buddha said that something like for thousand years ago. Level headed guy, that. I am going to work for the Evil today.
Really. This is my plan, anyways. Of course, my sleep patterns are back to nocturnal, I hate my job, the boss, and everything else, and I have two visits to make for new potential employers. Right. And for the daily does of positivity : There is a LOT of snow on the ground, and it is beautiful. Also, Magic is awesome.
Dorks rule. 
