Ah, Saturday!
Day of fuzzy pants and waffles! Fabric softener and video games and farmer’s markets!
Oh. Wait. I have to work. And I’m training for a marathon. Day of sweat and sunscreen and black toenails. Yay.
Good idea: abbreviating your business name to make a cool hat.
Bad idea: abbreviating your business name to make a derpy hat. They’ll probably sell a million of ‘em.
I want to go home.
I was sitting on my sofa, in my living room, mind wandering (as it tends to do), when I suddenly said out loud, “I want to go home.” Well, that’s odd, isn’t it? This is my house, after all. And yet, I don’t know where home is, nor what it like looks like, or if it is even a place at all. I only know that I’m tired of looking for it at the bottoms of bottles and between sheets.
I suppose this is what it is to be alone; something I haven’t been in my entire adult life. At least, not for any length of time. It is a good thing to learn, I think, how to be alone. I never meant to become one of those women who always needs someone around. There just always seemed to be someone interesting there—at least one person. It seemed like an even trade: a little piece of my autonomy in exchange for a bit of this wonderful other. For the most part, I do not regret the exchange. But now I feel rather like a well worn jacket: still warm and comfortable, but with a few buttons missing. Time to sew on new buttons and patch up the thin places and get on with it, right? I have a home to find.
Dick Washburn, known for evermore as Dickwash, is a type D pencilneck: a sassy wannabe paymaster with vestigial humanity. This makes him vastly less evil than a type B pencilneck (heartless bureaucratic machine, pro-class tennis) and somewhat less evil than a type C pencilneck (chortling lackey of the dehumanising system, ambient golf), but unquestionably more evil than pencilneck types M through E (real human screaming to escape a soul-devouring professional persona, varying degrees of desperation).
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Politics…is essentially the business of countries and big groups of people trying to make everyone see things their way. Since no one ever does, very little is achieved and practitioners are voted out and others voted in who reverse the process, so government is not so much a journey as a series of emergency stops and arguments over which way up to hold the map.
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Nick Harkaway, The Gone Away World
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