My hair smells like petrol

So far spending this week with my dad has been great. I thought I'd throw out what my days been like, since I really feel like talking to someone.

Today I've pruned/trimed/cut about 45 wheelbarrows worth of plants from the gardens here, added a heap of crap to the burning pile - which has been burning since yesterday, and hopefully will continue to burn all week - moved about 3 tonne worth of large bush rocks with said wheelbarrow and am now hoping to sit and watch some tv and pretend that I'm at home for a little bit.

I have been playing with petrol though which has been great fun. I love the WHOOSH as you throw it on a fire, and the way it russles bamboo with its rather nice fireball. I do still smell of petrol though, which could be good or could be bad.

I'm very very sore and bruised. Even though I'm loving it here with my dad, I kinda want to go home and have a hug.

I still haven't managed to cut firewood since I've been here so no fire in fireplace, rather chilly inside.

Tomorrow plan is mowing, painting, cutting a few more trees down and replacing a large post that helps hold up the verandah.

My muscles don't like me at the moment.

Throwing It Out Into The Interwebs

Monday night and I find myself drinking alone. Is that as sad and depressing as it sounds? I have learned one thing, Googeling old friends when your already feeling a bit down is not productive. They will invariably be successful and good looking and that will make you feel like a putz for even wanting to know what they were up to.

Other things that seem like they will help but don't really:
1. Vodka - this seemingly joy-making liquid will only enhance your bad mood.
2. Radiohead - they may speak to your soul when you feel low, but the depressing chord progressions are just that, depressing.
3. Cats - no, not the musical but the fuzzy kind. They may seem furry and deliciously comforting but when you are busy being self deprecating they are only shitfull, fat distractions.

Despite these three insightful points I shall continue to drink and listen to Radiohead and I won't bake the cats in a pie just yet.

Uhh... Wait a minute...

I was supposed to come back to this, but I uh... well... I haven't really come up with anything yet. It's ok though becau- WHAT IN THE WORLD CAN THAT BE?



And now to make my escape before you can notice! HAHA!

-Salem
I'm not very good at this...

I've been away too long.

I used to spend so much of my time here. I loved having a spot to vent, act superior and in general, post up whatever I wanted. I guess it was the closest thing to a home I would expect on-line. I keep telling myself that I'll get back to it soon, but so far, I've not been very successful. I'm not stupid enough to say that with this single post, all of that is about to change. Blasting out a bunch of linguistic tricks to satisfy my own narcissism was once a way of life for me, but that was when I had jobs that I cared little about or were so easy that I could spend a large portion of my day on-line doing as I pleased.

Still, the shortcut has never left my browser and here I am. Back after more than a year and feeling something half way between nostalgia and hope. Time to have some fun and the best way to do that here is to plumb the depths of my cynicism.

I'll be starting that process as I sleep and hopefully tomorrow will yield some interesting results.

-Salem
I want more time to be scathing to others.

Rant!!!

Two years ago on my first day back at work I posted with the same above title.

My rant was simply that I was incredibly bored.

Two years have passed and it seems somethings remain constant. Again it is my first day back at work, while it is a different job the result is still the same. I am bored.

At least there is the silver lining that this year is going to be different. In ten days I will finally find out just how different exactly today will be.

this pleases me.

kahn out.