I am trying to write on a more consistant basis, whether it is random ideas, blogs, working on the script, bits n pieces for new scripts, ... whatever, just get it down. In the morning I usually have time between calls to thrown down some chicken scratch
02-27-06 5:55am
Panic! What will we do if we can't get our shoes! It's the end!
Our heads snap back in horror. Pause. Snap back to pecking at the the keys... and ... and nothing. Peck peck (In some form of Filipino language I belive that means a woman's goodies downstairs) ... Peck peck... but the response is jibberish. Snapback and hands in the air! - because the computer naturally understands and responds to such body language. And we must stay ready to tell customers that we cant do anything right now.
In the morning, the heard moves together and gathers to the distant left of me. I hear them grazing across the plains between calls. Occassionally if I pop my head outta the prariedog hole I can even see them across the field. I am the lone Buffalo on the right side of the great plains in the morning. But soon when I go to evening shift I will join my own heard, as right side of the plains is where the night buffalo graze.
So it doesnt quite make sense that I am a buffalo popping out of a prarie dog hole, but between calls it'll do :P
About Me
- mbeano
- I'm intellingently stupid, and retardedly witty. Like a magnet, I repel and attract... often at the same time. And like some bacterial parasites, at first you may feel the instinct to get rid of me, but eventually you get used to me, and in reality I have become part of your normal flora and actually necessary - ya know, how they help break down shit that you wouldnt be able to otherwise. That's me :P Im full of supposed contradictions: Love indie music but hate scenesters, although I occasionally will where the uniform but only if Im in a non scenester setting. I digs me some jesus but need a little lucifer. I like boys, but when Im drunk I love playing with boobies like a little boy plays with GI Joes. I usually piss on art but all my freinds are artistic and I am going into a creative industry... maybe I just like to take the piss out of art. I absolutely love my family and esp. freinds more than anything, I am full of love, and I love to hate (playhate)
1 comment:
You are right about peck peck. A friend of mine taught me that years ago. And then another friend of mine taught me what kiki means! He will go unnamed, of course, but I will say that he looks a lot like you, Mike!
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