Three years fold through your lies untold, innocence undoes her blindfold

At work today, I etched some ideas for this post on a sticky note. Usually, I don't do this, but it was kind of slow and my mind was wandering. On the note, I wrote "I'll be in tomorrow, jokes/magic, Tokyo Story, Sick?". I'll explain.

I'll be in tomorrow

I don't know how I arrived at the thought, but I started thinking about bad form when calling in sick. I've always felt that when you're playing hooky from work, it's never a good thing to say "but I'll be in tomorrow" at any point during that uncomfortable morning phone call. How can you know you'll be in tomorrow, unless you're faking? If you're sick, how can you determine the duration of the illness? Oh, don't worry about me, I'll be over the stomach flu in approximately 15 hours. The better course of action is to take off another day. Then, people start thinking you're really sick. And you get another day off out of the deal, don't you, Sporto?

jokes/magic

I've always thought that knowing a few cool magic tricks is social gold. Man, if I could perform a few Chris Angel type tricks, I'd have a ton of friends, would be invited to all the happening parties, and would be getting laid constantly. Spira once told me that being a musician would get me a lot of women. Holy Christ was she wrong, but she meant well, that sweet lil' thing. I should have learned magic, damn it! Maybe it's not too late. Stay tuned!

And jokes, I was thinking about how I never hear anyone telling jokes anymore, which is not to suggest I'm seeking a Renaissance. I'm just curious about where all the jokesters have gone to. Have we lost joke-telling as an oral tradition? I know I, meaning me and not you, never tell jokes, but I never really did in the first place. Not my style. Anyway, I wouldn't mind hearing a joke now and then. Most of them suck, but I generally laugh no matter the quality. It occurred to me that if hearing a joke is like having sex (stay with me, now) then the punchline is the orgasm-- the money shot, if you will. I've had sub par orgasms, but even the lamest one was still pretty good. Maybe that goes toward explaining why I tend to laugh at bad jokes. I was also thinking about the type of mind that constructs these jokes. Different than mine, I concluded. That was about as far I delved into it. Sometimes thoughts peeter out and don't make it to their logical conclusion.

Tokyo Story

I watched Tokyo Story last night and throughout the film I kept thinking Janelle would enjoy it and that I should have waited to watch it with her. It was so good, though, I couldn't turn it off. The reason I thought she would enjoy it was because I felt the story of an aging couple traveling to Tokyo to visit their children and the way in which Ozu paced it would appeal to her. Not to Baby Boy Z, though; I think he'd rather see a movie about an aging couple of dogs roaming the streets sniffing everything in sight -- shit, asses, urine stains, plants, rotting carcasses -- learning in the process the recent comings and goings of everything alive. And when they're not sniffing, they're devouring raw meat with vigor; humping, humping, humping: each other, humans, half eaten road kill, discarded diapers, holes in the dirt -- pretty much anything they can squeeze their peckers into; sleeping soundly 'neath the sun of the day; and gnawing on rawhide with the glee of prosperity. Actually, I think I might want to see that movie, too.

Sick?

I think I have sinus issues. I've had a slight headache for the last week or so, nothing too bad and not constant, but over the last couple of days, it's gotten worse. I feel it behind my eyes and in my sinuses. My body has felt weak, too, and, as a result, I went another day without exercise. I'll try to get as much sleep as I can tonight and hope I'm soon on the road to recovery.

So that's what was on the note. Another thought I had didn't make it to the sticky note, which would have been too bad if I had forgotten about it. The thought centered around the idea of referring to people, especially contemporaries and elders, as children. To their faces. Not, "You're such a child", but more "It's good to see you're learning, child". You see what I'm getting at? No? Ok, I don't know what to tell you. I just know that picturing people's reactions to being called child amused me to no end. Guess it should be the other way around, eh? You know, because I'm the one who's the child for constructing such an immature scenario. See how I twisted it? Nice!

I'm out, bitches. Ciao.