In continuing of my personal campaign of anarchy against the grand capitalist scheme that is my employer, I've come to the point where I feel the need to continue to blog despite restrictions. . . plus [that other site] was getting boring. Thus now, a blogspot is claimed for me, and. . . um. . .
Curse my ADD!
I often wonder what I would be capable of had I not a terminal1 affliction of needing to think about something completely different seconds from now2. I know it's why I work so well in teams, simply because I'm able to shift focus so rapidly to multiple problems & ideas, though I have a very severely hindered ability to multitask, as my wife so lovingly tells me when she's laughing at the fact that it takes me 2 hours3 to finish making dinner. I sometimes want to pull my own hair out for having these incredibly creative ideas floating in my brain and yet a horrible disconnect when it comes to expressing these ideas in speech, text or image. And by image, I mean film, because I couldn't draw to save my life.
It's also got me frequently dissatisfied with my surroundings. I feel terribly oppressed by routine, and doing the same thing day in, day out without variation is maddening to me. So one can imagine that working a job where I'm in a cubicle for 8 hours a day, doing nothing but staring at a computer screen is starting to grate on me. It doesn't help that though I commute at almost exactly the same times every day, my morning drive can take as little as 20 minutes, and as much as 50. My homeward trek, meanwhile, can be as much as an hour on bad days, leaving me sadly wistful of those 20 minute commutes. That's not the subtle variation I need in my day.
Dammit, what was I trying to get to?
I have to laugh at myself, because if I were to take myself seriously, I'd probably implode. But it's not always a fun thing to have my mind doing the equivalent of Daffy Duck's routine. I'm conflicted as to whether I think it would be better for the circumstances of my life to match the flittings of my mind. Would I want my life as dynamic as my thoughts? Would it be better for me to have the sudden shifts in the world match the swirlings of my mood? Could I even get to that point? Like, oh, I feel kinda sad & contemplative - hey, it's raining & cloudy! I feel warmly optimistic and thoughtful - oh look: it's lightly drizzling & only a little chilly, and hey, there's a new In 'n Out Burger place in downtown Snohomish! Or even (and this is where the idea runs into problems) I feel angry, misanthropic, & destructive - oh look, clear blue skies, light breeze, a sky full of airliners full of mimes & a Stinger Missile launcher4. What's odd is that I happen to know the opposite of this is possible - simply take my static life (subtract the kid, of course), and add lithium5. But I know I would hate that. I don't exactly recall the details, but as a kid, I was briefly given Ritalin, with disasterous results.
I offer the as proof of my mental malady.
Oh, I should mention the title of this refers to both my use of blogger to get around the blocking of [that other site], and the inception of Operation: FoeHammer - my campaign to undermine the efforts of this company to take as much profit as possible from the American consumer5.
1 - Could someone have terminal ADD? Will we be seeing that as the new chic plot device to get rid of someone on soap operas? I'd laugh to see that on some lame WB drama.
2 - See, even right now, I'm tempted to start a new sentence with something along the lines of "Day-amn, y'all see Questionable Content last week?!?!" It was pretty amazing though.
3 - It doesn't really take me 2 hours, she exaggerates, but it does take me longer to finish cooking a meal than a more effecient person would take.
4 - Right about now, I'm wishing I knew a bit more about missiles - does a single Stinger have the ability to take down a 737? I suppose if I hit it in the engine, but they're designed to be redundant, & could land on one, I suppose. Plus, if it was a 777, that could land & take off with just one engine, so a Stinger would be no good there. I guess I'm not very well versed in other forms of SAM systems. Or maybe just a ZSU 23, which, now that I think of it, would be lots more fun than a a missile launcher anyway, though depending on the range of the airliner chock full 'o mimes, I wouldn't be able to see the cannon shells shredding the fuselage & seeing the mimes & mime parts spill out.
5 - No, that does not mean I'll be giving anyone free phones or service or stuff like that,
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