#10: how to be worry free. for six minutes.

Pablo lessens his pace and walks slower than usual this morning. Normally it's a sprint to the stop so that he doesn't miss the bus. Though today, he's six minutes early. Pablo makes sure to keep on the grass so he can feel the crunch of the frost under his feet. It's a small victory every time he puts one foot in front of the other - crushing the grass with each step.

Pablo is worry free and not sure how to feel about it.
Five minutes to seven forty-one a.m.

He exhales and watches his breath condense into a small cloud then slowly fade away. He tries to puff out a ring, but it doesn't work. Pablo doesn't smoke. He's no good at doing rings. Pulling his toque lower, (because the tips of his ears aren't covered) he looks around and wonders about the increase in traffic and pedestrians for this time of day. Strange, he thinks, as he pulls his hand out of his pocket and glances down at his wristwatch. His arm feels heavy. Suddenly he remembers, "spring forward".

His feet are cold. The brakes on the bus are squealing. The bottom of his ears are coming uncovered again. Spring is here and soon there won't be any more grass to crunch. He's an hour late for his exam.

Pablo is worried and not sure what to do about it.
Eight forty-one a.m.


saturday musings

[this blog post is dedicated to chuck lorre. despite the ironic fact he won't ever know]

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#9: how to chew the fat

like a good stew, this blog entry has been flavoring itself up for the past couple of months. but don't get any ideas. it still might be too salty or darkly-humored for some of you. if that happens to be the case, and you don't understand or like dark humor, sarcasm, or liberocrat(ish) opinionisms - then i hope your eyes don't fall out after reading this. you communist.

i know that by saying SMusings was on a hiatus, i'm really saying that i haven't been interesting enough for the last two months. and that's slightly true, but slighlty untrue as well. my last idea for a blog post was going to be about how i prefer to write my blogs in notepad rather than in microsoftword.

do i care why? you ask. well - i'll tell you anyway.

notepad in many aspects is like an ikea furniture item. chiefly because of its simplicity and being designed for noobs. whereas, i imagine a microsoftword user to be that person in ikea who is loud-talking about how they'll be purchasing real granite-countertops, rather than faux granite-countertops, because of the durabilty and luxuriousness.

so, being intrigued, you look in their basket and are unsurprised to find that it only contains a $1 chocolate bar and a $2 pack of 2AA batteries. i guess they're saving up for their countertops, you mutter.


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