I spent seven hours in the office today and it informed me of one very important fact: I am ill-equipped for 9 to 5 work. I’ve tossed the idea of a 9-5 talisleegger around and found repeatedly that this is not the line I can take. This has far less to do with an inability to work for a sustained period of time than it does with the banality of being in an office that long. I can write for a long time, but it requires movement and the occasional change of scenery. 9-5 work rarely provides that opportunity. I’d have to do something like drive a truck–something where I could tune out and listen to audiobooks all day.
Nevertheless I’ve been gifted with the chance to teach and therefore work my own personal ‘perfect storm’ of a schedule and have the mental time to think and breathe and simply be without worrying about having to flip a burger or file TPS reports or anything so ridiculous. In short I have a job that gives me time to think, which leads to…
Some Thoughts:
- Making a play for the SD Running back Brandon Oliver. On the one hand I am chasing points. He scored a bunch last week, but it does not mean that will become a trend. On the other hand I have two teams that are without a valid running back option at the 2 slot. One team doesn’t have anyone at the 1 slot either. Oliver, you better be available and you better run your butt off… Daddy needs a win.
- Wen tot see the Annabelle movie tonight. It was delightfully creepy and presented some new ways to scare the poo out of me. Most horror films are basic and really fail to surprise, especially in the way they use non-diegetic sound to set the mood. This one tells a story that allows the diegetic and non-diegetic sound elements to cross over creating this sense of not knowing what is real and what is not. All of that is prefaced by the argument that the devil will try to trick you. Well done, directorial team.
- You never stop being a son, which is to say you never stop being bossed around by your mom and made to feel like you are five years old and still incredibly unwise of the world. Newsflash: I stopped being five a lifetime ago, and perhaps that means I know a little bit…