Monthly Archives: July 2011

Check this fucking shit out

While I was in a meeting this morning, I apparently got paged by the front desk to move my car. Someone mentioned the page when I got back to my desk.

So I went out to figure out WTF and I wish I would have got a picture before I moved my car. I was the first person to park on the road this morning (I got to work at 7:00 am) so I don’t know who could have a problem with the way I parked since everyone else could just park around me.

Now, this photo was taken AFTER work. Like 5:30 pm. I moved my car around 10:00 am. And when I went out at 10:00, this silver car was parked about an inch and a half off my rear bumper. At 5:30, the car hadn’t moved.

This is the situation:

Google+ Invites

Well, I finally managed to get online with Google+. The service is in limited trial and an invite is required to actually get in, so you can’t just sign up at this point. This is a case where knowing somebody gets you everywhere. So, as King, I dispatched my interweb minions to track down an invite and, low and behold, I was in like Flynn. (It’s best not to ask about their methods… plausible denial and all that.)

Once behind the velvet rope, you find what you’ve come to expect from Google. Clean, streamlined simplicity. Sure, there’s a bit of a learning curve however it’s not a big one if you’ve used Facebook before. And everything you post, you have immediate hands-on control over who you are sharing it with by utilizing Circles (groups of friends or contacts). So if you’re sick to death of the Mark Zuckerberg’s privacy-crushing behemoth and how flippant Facebook is with your information, Google+ might be more up your alley.

If you want in, feel free to let me know in the comments and I’ll hook you up.

Who Cares?

No one. That’s who.

It doesn’t matter and it never has. It’s supposed to be something that comes from inside that makes this life worth living. Isn’t it? Some shred of honesty and self-realization that makes me a good man, that transforms me from the beast that I am to something worthy of desire and love?

While I may have lost these things, I believe I once held them as part of who I thought I was and yet it made no difference. I grew uglier.

It’s dusk and, yet, the city refuses to be silenced. The birds have returned to their nests and the white noise of tires clashing on asphalt is omnipresent.

I lay here, in darkness… listening to the jetliners pass overhead; full of people going somewhere to do something.

Me? I just lay here.

Listening.

To the droning of the city.