Monday 19th March 2007

exploding bishops

to a regular chess game, add ninety-six additional squares and two additional players. mix with infuriating randomness. heat until simmering with rage; serve cold.

this double-variant of chess is perhaps the awesomest thing, ever. four players, and insane strategy-breaking cards. chess is to this … this beast as whack-a-mole is to global thermonuclear war.

oh, did i mention we built the board from legos? we are infinitely adaptable, you see.

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Tuesday 13th March 2007

an open letter to a particular girl in my office

PARTICULAR GIRL stop having your hand on your extreme lower back when you walk by my cubicle (six times a day you make it momentarily hard for me to concentrate), and stop always running into me and walking into the break room or the hall or the lobby when i was clearly there first, and stop doing that thing that turns my mouth all gluey. you make my working conditions intolerable.

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Wednesday 28th February 2007

as it should be

the big things get in the way of the little things.

there have been big things lately. no important things, dig, no interesting things; things neither good nor bad, but simply big.

things will be as they ever were. and perhaps a broken habit will be mended.

posted by mAtt @ 23.09 (gmt+0000)
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Monday 8th January 2007

comprehensive life update

i've logged 33 hours so far this week. it's monday.

posted by mAtt @ 22.13 (gmt+0000)
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Saturday 23rd December 2006

we wish you a merry christmannukawanzaa solstice

and a happy arbitrary point in the planet's orbit.

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Monday 18th December 2006

you don't know what you got

a) it's gone; or
b) it beats the long odds.

we were just recently faced with just such a coin toss.

i don't know i could have handled it if his last conscious action at home was to emit a quiet meow, stand up, crawl to my lap and curl up to find warmth. she was on the phone, calling the vet on the emergency after-hours line, when he did just that.

instead of getting sleep this weekend, i shed tears, dig? and here i thought myself so cold and detached. hug someone you love.

posted by mAtt @ 22.07 (gmt+0000)
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Tuesday 5th December 2006

second mondays

i now understand that a tuesday is an illusion. what we instead have is a failure of monday to cease—effectively a second monday.

this particular second monday started very early with a dream. in this particular dream i was a close personal friend of elliott smith.

elliott smith, it turns out, is a regular guy. i know this because i lived next door to him, and we were mates. he had legos on his bedroom floor, fantasy books on his shelves, an old home-built computer on the desk, a playstation under the television, outdated glasses. a card-carrying geek, if so unimaginative an epithet may be ascribed. he had a set of utterly loving parents and a cat who knew her name.

of course, elliott smith is no longer living in the strictest sense of the word, though this didn't keep him from speaking with me throughout the dream. and listen when i say that he's just like me. in fact, all throughout the dream, he didn't say a single thing that i myself wouldn't have said, were i in his position. the entire experience was eerily similar to talking to myself. i know what this is like because i do it most of the time.

i've long given up on the theory that dreams mean anything, but think about it this way: a good novel is one that lies to tell you the truth.

i'm trying to say something here, i just don't know what. it's been quite a long time since i wrote directly about a dream because it's a pretty cheap source of words, invariably flippant, ridiculous, meaningless, and meritless. it should, then, be regarded as a telling thing when it is about just such a dream that i now write, after such a long hiatus*. exactly why it is telling i leave as an exercise for the reader (hint: there are multiple solutions).

*hiatus n. period of laziness. see also: respite, suspension, you have become a boring person

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