Visibility

It's snowing outside. There are no windows in my office, but I believe it is snowing. Just as it was this morning as I foolishly drove to work, passing accident by accident. It's snowing.

I try my best to pass the time to foolishly drive home again, with more accidents to pass. And then I'll watch a movie or play a game. Maybe work on a project. That will be my day.

Yes.

While on the other side of the world people are fighting and saving the lives of strangers, now comrades, who were moments before swinging from a rope around their neck. I can watch such events from the confines of my office, while it snows outside.

They have lived for today, as I foolishly look on.

I can't understand the entire picture, but injustice pops up a lot. I see what is happening, they show me what is happening. We'll argue through our wikipedia-searched opinions and quote our friend of a friend from myspace to reason their fighting. Most will follow along until the next celebrity mishap. Others will live it until they escape. All around us, and sometimes here, people are fighting.

I hope one day we will all foolishly be working in an office, just passing the time to get home.

Let's all just work towards that goal.

Let's all pray

Waking up in the middle of December to a world of green and brown is unexpected in Rochester. But it has happened. Odd whether, but I don't mind. New Year is approaching, have your soundtrack ready? If not, head over to the streaming festival to find your perfect soundtrack. The world becomes just a bit stranger.


And that is always a good thing.

tachuela

Gone are the days of sincerity. Maybe not. My feet have been brought back down a bit as my flowers project slowly trudges along. Sure is interesting trying to make an illustrative book, and time consuming. It's to happen, but let us make sure it doesn't become a habit.

I was distracted by wintery projects, which I managed to get done in a timely manner (so it is possible), leaving me to consider December to be a seldom updated month. It happened last year too, I think? Sure, let's say it was.

It's a shame too, as I had a few notices to post that are long gone now. So it goes. Oh, but here's a gem!

free footage


It's all snowy here, and I can't ever enjoy it when I know I have to be somewhere. Let me get lost for once.


Again.

air combat experience

Of which I have none, but I'm a gifted student with a natural talent of learning on my feet. Or off them, as would be the case.

The sight of a blanket of snow out my window fills me with grief. Nothing magical, nothing wonderful, only an obstacle added to the already tiresome commute. As if the drivers were not dangerous enough, now we are thrown into the bonus round. No traction, maybe some decent brakes, and poor visibility.

"Survive this, suckers", I swear I hear the all-mighty shout down at us.

It's no wonder only the pious, the most dim-wittedly devout, will be allowed in heaven. Disregard the fact that us "sinners" would not rest for a moment in eternity, giving the trinity a piece of our mind, questioning practices, demanding answers, and continually criticizing their ways. Yes, we would not be allowed in due to our inability to stay quiet and content with everlasting happiness. Prodding the all-mighty with a stick for eternity, as fun as it would be, is not for me.

As the snow continues to fall, I extend one finger high into the air, directed at the sky. If he existed at all, then this here is for him. I don't really care if he exists or not, I still only have myself to blame for living in this environment. But if he does - then what a devilish being he is to push us around.

So there you are, in knee deep snow, in debt, and, for the lack of a better word, upset. You get up and get ready. Because, if anyone is watching, you'll want them to see this - you will survive and rub it in their face. Or maybe you'll just stand there with your back towards the audience as you grit your teeth in the howling winds. Their unexpected silence strengthens your resolve. You turn your face towards them, and talk through a bleeding smile -

"what else you got?"