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Dec. 26th, 2001 04:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
grindmonkehI'm at work for a couple of hours babysitting the Columbia House people who use our facilities for off-site archiving.
I generally like to give people the benefit of the doubt in that they have an intelligence quotient higher than that of the average housefly. I really do. It is never really a letdown, as in the nature of gambling a loss is merely a loss unless that ante was your last nickel, but the question is raised: "who is more of an obtuse bastard, the obtuse bastard or the obtuse bastard who bets on the obtuse bastard?" And thus my ability to over-elaborate has diminished. And I've completely forgotten what brought that about.
I was driving alone with the radio off, thinking of things, feeling the rays of the sun, and knowing you've won. Heavy feet and thoughts aloft, you see the skies no longer on the run.
All the family gatherings were great...I left Charley and Carol's this morning after we rotated the tires on my truck. I drove back to Terre Haute, punctuating the bastardly annual sentence of Christmas. (i'm so fucking clever on so many inane levels) Anyhow, I'm thankful to have so many great people that I can call family. I was thinking this BEFORE I got a surprise phone call with the message that my great-aunt wanted me to have my great-uncle's guitar. I was so happy I almost cried. There is so much of him in it that I don't care if it never stays in tune. I hope that near the end of my life I will have the opportunity to make an individual of a younger generation feel this way...maybe with the same guitar...maybe with memories.
The Columbia House people just left. I'm outta...
I generally like to give people the benefit of the doubt in that they have an intelligence quotient higher than that of the average housefly. I really do. It is never really a letdown, as in the nature of gambling a loss is merely a loss unless that ante was your last nickel, but the question is raised: "who is more of an obtuse bastard, the obtuse bastard or the obtuse bastard who bets on the obtuse bastard?" And thus my ability to over-elaborate has diminished. And I've completely forgotten what brought that about.
I was driving alone with the radio off, thinking of things, feeling the rays of the sun, and knowing you've won. Heavy feet and thoughts aloft, you see the skies no longer on the run.
All the family gatherings were great...I left Charley and Carol's this morning after we rotated the tires on my truck. I drove back to Terre Haute, punctuating the bastardly annual sentence of Christmas. (i'm so fucking clever on so many inane levels) Anyhow, I'm thankful to have so many great people that I can call family. I was thinking this BEFORE I got a surprise phone call with the message that my great-aunt wanted me to have my great-uncle's guitar. I was so happy I almost cried. There is so much of him in it that I don't care if it never stays in tune. I hope that near the end of my life I will have the opportunity to make an individual of a younger generation feel this way...maybe with the same guitar...maybe with memories.
The Columbia House people just left. I'm outta...
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Date: 2001-12-26 11:29 pm (UTC)I guess I should have learned this lesson long ago when I worked night shift before.
Anyhow, dude, I'll come visit the second weekend of january... well depending on what goes on at work, here.
Just thought I'd commend you and all, because it's something I can't do any longer.
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Date: 2001-12-27 02:08 pm (UTC)