Friday, September 28, 2007

Planetary Storage

I want many things. But then, who doesn't? A pony, a new bike, the latest computer system, there's simply so much stuff to have. And so much stuff to want. I think I want so much stuff, that I'm not sure where to even start listing it. I'd go alphabetically, but then there'd be no chance that I'd possibly get that zoo pass I've been wanting to pick up. Because I want to see the zebra.

But then, I recently got rid of many things. Some of which I didn't really want to get rid of, some of which I had a hard time putting in that 'I'm never going to see this again, whether or not I ever decide I want to do so in the future' pile. And then some of the things haven't worked for years and I forgot I even had, seeing how they were hidden in the far back corner of the closet. The one that I forgot I even had--closets only have one back corner, right?

I'm happy to no longer have the stuff, even though I'm fairly certain I'll regret getting rid of some of it in the future. But then I'll forget about it again. If I didn't remember it before I started cleaning, I won't remember it again in a month or two when the next shiny thing comes along. But now that I've removed so much stuff from my life, I feel like I should have more room.

More room means it's time to get more stuff. Right? Right?? Please?

'cause I like stuff. There're many things I want. I just wish they didn't weigh me down so much. I'd like to find somewhere to keep all my stuff, but I hear the earth's already taken.

Maybe I could make an offer on Venus. But then I'd have to find somewhere to store it.

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Friday, September 07, 2007

Close Calls

Some days you just really shouldn't get out of bed. Generally you don't really know this until it's too late, thinking that you're really just looking for excuses to stay under those really comfortable covers for just a few more minutes. Sometimes you think you're just being lazy. Sometimes it pays to be lazy, though.

Take yesterday, for instance.

I didn't really want to get out of bed, but I did anyway. Work, things to do, places to go, people to see, not enough time to just lay around all day. Driving to work should have given me a hint that it wasn't going to be that great of a day. I normally don't like merging in traffic, but when you've got plenty of space start merging and aren't noticed until the guy in the lane you're merging into is a handful of feet away. I had nowhere to go, and guess made the mistake of assuming someone was paying even marginal attention to the road.

Oh well, he still had a couple of inches to spare.

It was much less scary, given that if he hadn't noticed, he would have just clipped the front of my car at low speeds, than yesterday evening. I'd had enough of cars and not enough fresh air, so opted to walk to the store instead of drive. Start crossing the street once my walk signal comes on, and a guy making a right turn decides he really wants to go.

I'm glad his girlfriend yelled at him for me. I don't think she was very pleased, given the look of terror on her face for a second there. I was safe enough, as I saw him coming, but I didn't like having to jump out of the way. And he did stop in time too.

He even had more than a couple of inches to spare.

Still, it makes me wonder why I get up in the morning, sometimes.

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