Jøhnny Fävòrítê (johnnyfavorite) wrote,
Jøhnny Fävòrítê

we like explosions

my location is once again PERKCENTRAL@BUTLER.NET. this place is starting to grow on me. counting all my trips here, i've seen three other guys with portables: one three-year-old ibook (i asked the owner), one pismo g3, and one windows laptop. if i count my own powerbook, that's four-to-one for the mac camp. if only the whole world were in the same proportions.

it's another beautiful day. there are guys sitting at a table outside without coats or sweaters. it looks like i'm going to drive to georgia for christmas, so i hope the weather holds. "white christmas" my ass. mom is talking about us visiting florida again, that's my kind of weather.

my favorite technique for fixing situations is to blow them up and start over. i know it's not the best way. most people would prefer to take things slow, work on it a bit here and there, whereas i want to poke everybody in the eye and call them wankers. let's have a raging fight right now and get it over with. alas, nobody seems to know how to have a good eye-poking match these days. i'll poke them a good one and they'll either not respond at all and file that away as a grudge, or else take it too personally and the situation quickly devolves into a non-productive nitpicky slogfest. okay, here's one exception: eatthepudding. i can poke her in the eye and if she thinks i've said something stupid, she'll call me a string of bad words that would make a longshoreman blush. yay! that's exactly the reaction i've always been looking for! almost nobody else in my realm does that, either in cyberspace or in real life. wusses. now that i think about it, i've got an uncle who i jumped pretty hard a couple of times and he took it okay. but it's the exception rather than the rule.

i can think of two stories that i should write the definitive version of, so that i'll know what the hell was up with that stuff. one was two years ago, a visit to see my older sister and her four kids and her boyfriend, where i poked them all in the eye repeatedly for three days and then left just before they all rose up in revolt. also, it involved a dog. the other story happened last year at this time, a failed reconciliation attempt with my former favorite cousin who i hadn't talked to in twenty years. either one is going to take hours to write and i don't think i'm up for it.

i'll be spending the days around christmas in atlanta and/or columbus, so i guess i should be finding waps near where i'll be, so i can have the occasional break from people i don't normally see too much of. absence makes the heart grow fonder.
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