red pears
Originally uploaded by Abstract Magdalene.

Too much Bob Dylan today. I got stuck on Most of the Time which has been playing for about an hour. It's all about the background, these days. On thursday, the majority of my services will be set up such as internet, cable and telephone. That makes me happy, it will feel like more of a home once things like a telephone are readily available. And A & E. Oooh, I just got some shivers.

Although, it's come to my attention that A & E has downgraded itself to some degree this past year. All that reality t.v bullshit and Dawg the Bounty Hunter...ugh. Almost enough to make one want to go out and buy a trailer. And internet. I'm currently 'borrowing' someone's wireless signal which is enough to make me feel guilty on a daily basis as well as complain about a really low signal strength. This is the part where I'm supposed to shut up.

Whenever I get the misguided notion that men are noble creatures, I just have to watch High Fidelity and then my head is screwed back on straight. Always with the Cusack. I'm currently addicted to red pears, and have this bowl of them sitting on my counter. They gleam so prettily in the light, I want to eat them, but then I like looking at them too. Conundrum.

I spent the day driving around place to place, trying to figure out what to do with my time. I met up with my sister at her work, which just put a bad taste in my mouth. Her workplace, I mean. While I'm waiting for her to meet me in the reception area, I'm stuck looking at posters of tanks and the different 'missions' currently taking place in Afghanistan and Iraq. Yup, the place builds tanks and is behind in production at the moment, which means that someone is buying an awful lot of tanks these days...I wonder who...? I know it pays well, but I wonder if it would be enough to sooth my conscience into submission. Enough to let me sleep at night? I doubt it. Just being in the reception area, with the high tech security guards and the fact I had to practically give enough information to apply for a million dollar bank loan, just to see my sister...was enough to drive me away.

I have never been one to talk about the war, because it just seems too pointless to pontificate about something I can do nothing about. Like complaining about the weather or how much snow we get in the winter, or rush hour traffic. If anyone wanted a war opinion, they'd find plenty of other blogs that talk about it. I never felt the need to join the ranks, so to speak. I don't believe I would be able to articulate how much it distresses me, words seem so small for something so intense.

Bah. Movie time, my head is full....