How long would it take to walk home?

I’m working a late shift for a couple weeks thanks to Events of National Irritance, and so far the biggest deal is that of getting home at night. Tonight I stayed at work until well after the trains stopped running. I thought — briefly, while walking to the ATM to get cash for a cab — about walking all the way home, which would be like almost eight miles.

I have sort of passively sought out bad neighborhoods to walk through, in the sort of passive hope that I’d get shot and all my problems would be solved. So as I was thinking about how long it would take me to walk eight miles and what parts of town those eight miles would take me through, I also thought about what I wouldn’t have to deal with (the next eight days of work, work in general, career shit in general-er, future life shit in general-est) if someone chose tonight to off some stupid pedestrian.

But there is a person now for whom I would like to keep on living, at least for a while. I’ve asked her to not get hit by any trees or big rocks or swinging bats, so I feel like it’s only fair that I try to preserve myself, too.

Down side: I’m probably still going to have to go to work next week.

August 28, 2008

In fact

Maybe I’ll just direct this thing at myself. Super-ego to ego. Inner voice to external projection.

We’ll see how quickly that becomes annoying.

June 18, 2008

Power-on self-test

This again.

But “this” is not what it used to be, and neither is its author. I’m not going to be publicizing the resurrection of Mecha Nations. If you’re reading this and you’re not me, fine; you don’t have to go away, but I don’t want to know you’re here, hearing.

I doubt we’ll be discussing what I had for breakfast.

June 15, 2008