random – Page 2 – three good words

January 17, 2015

le télé

a moment of lapsed ~~sanity~~ concentration
pressing the button to move along
the virtual stories shown
and suddenly you’re watching the unwatchable
seeing what is unacceptably
embarrassingly
(kind-of-sort-o’) funny
hilarious (but really humiliating)
so awful it actually hurts
but they keep on
and on and on
for all to see
on so many innumerable
twelve-inch screens
and you wonder
what kind of modern
panem et circenses
this really is.

What happened?
What’s going on?
I’m not even confused anymore,
anger isn’t even possible.
Why do so many homo sapiens
enjoy humiliating themselves
down to the marrow of the bone?
Why do we even watch?
Why can’t anyone say:
Stop. Please, stop.
No, no, no, no
Stop right now
and no I’m not joking.
Who told you this was good,
that this would hold?
Stop. Stop right now
and please PLEASE
stop letting those cameras in
get off that imagined stage
and just go home.
Oh. My. God.

November 21, 2014

november

There are moments when
just being a part of the whole show that is life,
just being able to stand on this stage,
and even if it is simply to experience everything,
is blessing enough.

The creativity, the patience, the simple perseverance
of those who love
is the eighth world wonder.

What about me?
Isn’t that the question everybody constantly asks?
What about me? Where do I count?
Isn’t that the central question of life?

Doubt,
that little advocate of terror,
is always there, arms crossed, frowning – Really?
The point is ignoring the bastard
Saying ‘Whatever, I know I can do it,’
and actually doing it, just like that.

Embarrassment from head to toe. Filling the universe.
But I guess that’s what happens
when you brave a fall and don’t land on your feet.
Sometimes what you get is a facepalm.
And a kind smile saying, ‘Don’t worry, you’ll get over it.’
We all do. We’re survivors by instinct.

Living is a piece of work.
It costs time, effort, and hours and hours
of genuine concentration.
So why not make it beautiful?
All that work, all that time, all that effort,
when it’s beautiful, rewarding
what you’ll have in the end is a piece of art.

August 8, 2014August 8, 2014

badfic, coffee and cereal cannibalism

Meh

It’s strange how everything can work rather well and you look around one evening and it’s all just… meh. That meh is the worst thing. It’s not boredom, it’s not dissatisfaction, there’s really nothing to complain about but everything’s still just… meh, and meh is very bad company. It makes even the greatest movie stupid and the best book dull. Even talking to someone you like, love can be… oh, I can’t be bothered.

It’s very selfish, meh. It spreads it’s mehness all over your private space, inviting itself over to your lunch break, and just basically hogs all the niceness around.

Or maybe it’s just the Friday blues. The week’s over, you’re exhausted, you’re finally home and don’t have to bother too much about tomorrow. Except that staying in’s not really an option. I mean it’s Friday, right? But going out, meeting friends and seeing people means having to dig yourself out of your sweats and sweater. Shower. Dress. Apply some of that and that and that, male or female it’s still just make up. And then you’re ready to open the door and walk out there to meet other humans. Not just the ones you see every day. New ones. Not necessarily better, just different. We are social animals after all.

So I will not stay in and join the meh. I will go out and see people. Join people who like joining me in all this seeing and weekending and living. Because all this work, all this Mon-Fri, 9-5 – that’s not life is it? It’s all the fun times and lovely spaces, it’s all the Me-ness in between. Me without the uh, ugh, eh, coz that’s just meh, and that’s just not me.

Breakfast

There’s a cereal advertisement on TV here, where one cubey cinnamony piece of cereal eats all other cubey cinnamony pieces of cereal the moment it’s let out of the cereal box. It’s very survival of the fittest – whoever is quickest gets to eat everyone else. Even if that means munching through walls of chocolate. Apparently that’s supposed to show just how delicious the cubey cinnamony cereal is. But… they’re eating each other. And if they’re the same species of cubey cinnamony cereal that’s… cannibalism. Cannibalism. Cubey, cinnamony, cereal cannibalism.

Now here’s me wondering: Why should I buy horrifying cereal?

Pages of Note

I just found So Bad It Hurts, a fab tumblr on bad fanfiction – or badfic – as blogger Mama Yuzu calls it. It’s a fun way to find out what is going on in those incubators of ebooks that are fanfiction sites… with a bit of a twist of course, Mama Yuzu can be very lemony when she wants to be. (Mary Sue Problems is just as fun by the way).

Coffee

My local barista told me he drinks a triple-shot espresso before he goes to bed so that he’ll wake up fresh and chirpy in the morning. He’s said it twice now.

I think he actually means it.