Howdy what’s left of you, welcome to the forty-seventh misappropriation of HACK. If you’ve made it this far, then you know that this month’s cover photo comes next.
I hate that my co-workers count down the days till the “end.” All these posts: “Only 13 more days to go. We can do it!” “Ten more left!” “5 more days and we’re free!” Is that how you live your life? Counting down each present moment to a false window of bliss? I disapprove of counting down things that you can’t wait to be over because the very act of counting down makes that thing you want to be over seem to take even longer to end.
Well folks, we’re back to either a) rehash some old material, b) make some kind of list or series of lists, c) just post pictures (damn, Noel just did that on Friday) d) make something up, or e) keep writing whatever comes to mind until you should just stop.
Yeah, we’re going with ‘e’. Truth is I just spent 12 hours on the 2nd floor of an old Catholic school with no air conditioning. And it was in the mid-90s today. And out of six giant windows, 3 are locked, 1 has plastic and caution tape over it, the two that are open are in the back of the room. Where does the sun set? Directly opposite these windows. I ate only rice pudding for breakfast. The espresso machine was only putting out decaf this morning, and none of the four people standing around it could figure it out. Since I already paid, they owe me one double triple espresso. Yes, that’s right, a double triple. Six beautiful shots of espresso–no milk, no sugar, none of that crap. When it turns cold and you sip it hours later it takes like engine oil, the way my hate should taste.
Fuck red light cameras. Seriously. God, what an archetype example of how fucking lazy and exploitative these traffic-fine whoremongers actually are.
It’s going to be a good summer for concerts. First, The Allman Brothers Band AND Carlos Santana. Second, Dr. Dog. Third (and the very next day,) Peter Gabriel Back to Front tour–the entire So album plus old and NEW songs.
I’ve noticed that the longer I check Facebook without posting anything, the lamer everybody’s posts seem to get. After a while I even get a brief intimation of how worthless Facebook actually is. But then something witty comes into my mind and I post it. It’s a vicious cycle.
Too much number crunching, not enough carpet munching.
Well, I certainly can’t end it on that line. Yet I certainly can’t go any further. So let’s just call it a HACK and get some sleep. Quick Review: counting down to the end of something lame is lame, we went with e, decaf espresso is a tool of the devil, fuck red light cameras, Facebook seems lamer the longer you go without posting, and finally, I swear to you I have good ideas for topics just waiting for the moment when I have the time to actually write them…ahead of time.
Towel Boy is better than this.