Gone are the days where I would spend hours checking for updates on the blogs of my peers. Check it:
All the information I desire on one, web-based, self-updating page. So I’ve been looking around at different newsreaders, trying to find one that sticks out. Bloglines seems to work well for me since I can check it from any terminal and it has most features I need. Has anyone played around much with atom or rss feeds?
There is a warehouse in the building I work in. I’ve never driven a forklift but I think it would be fun. I used to want to be a garbage man so that I could work the mechanical garbage-can-lifting arm. I’m getting sidetracked. Wana take a guess at what song was playing over the radio? Nope. It was “Feliz Navidad.” Oh happy day, It’s almost Christmas.
I navigated my radio to kosy 106.5 and was delighted to find that they had switched to their Christmas music. I love Christmas music. It reminds me of… Christmas. Anyway, kosy has just replaced 105.7 on my presets.
Last night, there were a few cars stopped the intersection between Wendy’s and the RB. I was about 4 minutes and 30 seconds into My love (stop the video, forward the top song to 4:30). I forgot myself and got my groove on. When I made eye contact with the girl in the car next to me, she laughed. I felt all warm and happy on the inside.
“You got it?”
“Yeah.” As I slip the mini-CD into her outstretched palm I take another cautionary glance around the stairwell.
We are alone but the sounds of muted speech can be heard around the corner.
“Listen, it’s not perfect but it’s the best I could do given the time constraints. It’s practically unidentifiable.”
She turns to walk away and I hurry to her side.
“I know it’s not as good as a new one, but believe me, it looks fine. And what does it really matter what it looks like as long as it’s function is realized?”
Her cold glare communicates nothing but impatience. She moves to an empty work station and boots up the CD. She assesses the modifications and feigns interest. It’s nothing more than a game to her.
“It will do.” We stand as she finalizes her changes. “My time is up.”
Now this is worth a smile. She seems to think that placing a label to her time will free her from its grasp. Can she really believe she is in control?
“You mock me,” she replies with a smile of her own.
“No, not at all. I just had an odd thought.”
She slips her left hand awkwardly into her pocket. I tilt my head in question.
Her right hand flies towards my face at an inhuman speed. As her fist forms I side step and slow the blow with my own arm. We are now at each others side. She continues with her swing and throws her balled hand at my back. I catch it easily in my palm.
So she does remember.
“This has only just begun,” she says, “They will pay for their unfulfilled promises.”
I can’t help but smile as she walks away. She remembers, but she does not understand.
So go the games of the dead.
To be… continued(upward intonation)? Dun dun dun(downward intonation)…
Oh Jules, haha, you think you’re so clever (upward? downward? EHH??).
I’m intruiged by the story. and these “games of the dead”… the answer to that last question should be yes.
I like Christmas music too.
Your stories are pretty interesting but I think it’s funny that they’re so abstract. I mean… what the heck are they talking about?
I’m a little confused, but of course I will continue to read.