11.5.04 [ ] 1 comments 
The intention was to do some legitamite writing today. Needless to say, only three real wqords were written (not counting, of course, the thoughtless rambling that occurs on this page).
I sat down at my desk at 7:30 this morning with the best of intentions, tossed on some Delerium (bubble music), took a sip of my coffee, inched toward the keypad, smiled as a particularily clever string washed through my head...
"RRRRRRING!!!!"
No, its not the telephone....
THOMP! THOMP! THOMP!
"Mahk!"
Oh no. It's way to early for this.
"Mahk! Open! Door!"
Maybe if i just pretend I'm not here....
Click.
"Hi! - Nemo!"
She managed to open the door - this kid is way too smart for her own good.
"Um, honey isn't it a little early for watching videos?"
"Nemo! Come!"
She took my hand and led me to the video room. Sometimes, I have too much patience.
"Nemo!"
"You can put it in yourself; where are your parents?"
And, she can put them in herself - without even scratching them; pretty clever for two years old.
"Sleep!"
Lucky bastards.
So that wasn't that bad, she got her DVD on and after ten minutes, she was so engrossed into the hypnosis box, I was able to sneak away.
So, back to the writing, right? Hm ... well, I managed to recover some spirit of that early morning cleverness when.
THOMP! THOMP!
"Ah, Mike?"
"Yes."
"Well ... could you help me? I just have to move some things..."
And, by "move some things" my Dad must have meant to have said "lift thirty 110 lb concrete out of the back of a truck, level a 200 sq ft section of the front yard with a safety shovel, move and lay 4 wheelbarrowfulls of gravel from under the deck in the back yard, and build a patio."
Sure, no problem.
So, back to the desk, where my pirated copy of Office 97 stared back teasingly with two words on the page.
"Ah! where ...?"
"Peuter!"
I pulled 'Ranna out from under my bed where she was playing with the keypad.
Frustration.
Trying to "undo" as much as possibly yielded one more word. Exhasperated, I tried reading some primary sources again to get inspired....
RRRRING!
Panic.
RRRRING!
...
Releif. It must have been for someone else.
"Heinrich! It's Tomak..."
Damn.
I grab the phone.
"So, like, I turn on my computer, right? And like, nothing happens. I tried plugging it in , but that didn't work so i was wonder if maybe I need to buy a new version of windows or something..."
Dear God, as of this moment, I have started believing in you; please, please explode Tomak's head into a zillion pieces.
Right, well, that was two hours worth of gentle coaxing and problem solving, only to discover that the monitor was turned off. Har.
Well, I didn't have to get all my writing done today, I've got all week...
Rrring ... (if that was a weak ring, that's'cause it was the cellphone - I have the volume Rrring ... turned down on the ringer)
"Hi, Heinrich, Shurbert here...just called to say that I've finalized the schedule for this week; you start work tomorrow, working everyday from noon until close."
"Hey, Henrich! Could you fix the piano, the speakers aren't working."
"It's not a Piano."
"Whatever. And, take this," my dad hands me his youngest child, "I have to go for a run."
Yeah, I'll bet. What he must have meant to say was "i'm going to go smoke some pot in the garage, then stumble around town and oggle girls: babysit the kids for a few hours; oh yeah, you need to change their diapers, and their probably pretty grumpy as they havn't been fed since noon and we don't have any formula in the house."
The diapers were heavy and cold. sick. Formula was on special at Superstore: three cans for $17.68. There is an extra hamburger left over from McDonald's. The keyboard now sounds awe-inspiring (I made a pan-point for every key, hooked up a 500-wat RNS amplifier, two more satelite speakers and a small subwoofer - if you closed your eyes, you could pretend it was a piano).
So, I'm in 'Ranna's room, wishing my Dad's wife was home, bouncing the youngest child on my knee in an attempt to calm the
mwmmmwwmwwrrrRRRRRhRHRHARha
MMmmWWrMWMMRHrrRRRRRRHAHAHAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAA-hic-MRAAAAWHW-sniff-AAAAAhu-AAAAAAhu
"Mahk! Look!"
AAAAAAhu-AAAAAAAAAAhu-AA_AA_AAA_AA_hu_uh
"MAHK!"
AAAAAA
"LOOK!"
AAAAAhuAAhuAAAhuAAAAhu...
Click.
"Dad! so glad you're home ... here, take this."
And, so, back down to the desk, only now its 9:55PM, and whatever thoughts that those three smirking words on the screen represented are now gone. Arg! Maybe tomorrow.
I sat down at my desk at 7:30 this morning with the best of intentions, tossed on some Delerium (bubble music), took a sip of my coffee, inched toward the keypad, smiled as a particularily clever string washed through my head...
"RRRRRRING!!!!"
No, its not the telephone....
THOMP! THOMP! THOMP!
"Mahk!"
Oh no. It's way to early for this.
"Mahk! Open! Door!"
Maybe if i just pretend I'm not here....
Click.
"Hi! - Nemo!"
She managed to open the door - this kid is way too smart for her own good.
"Um, honey isn't it a little early for watching videos?"
"Nemo! Come!"
She took my hand and led me to the video room. Sometimes, I have too much patience.
"Nemo!"
"You can put it in yourself; where are your parents?"
And, she can put them in herself - without even scratching them; pretty clever for two years old.
"Sleep!"
Lucky bastards.
So that wasn't that bad, she got her DVD on and after ten minutes, she was so engrossed into the hypnosis box, I was able to sneak away.
So, back to the writing, right? Hm ... well, I managed to recover some spirit of that early morning cleverness when.
THOMP! THOMP!
"Ah, Mike?"
"Yes."
"Well ... could you help me? I just have to move some things..."
And, by "move some things" my Dad must have meant to have said "lift thirty 110 lb concrete out of the back of a truck, level a 200 sq ft section of the front yard with a safety shovel, move and lay 4 wheelbarrowfulls of gravel from under the deck in the back yard, and build a patio."
Sure, no problem.
So, back to the desk, where my pirated copy of Office 97 stared back teasingly with two words on the page.
"Ah! where ...?"
"Peuter!"
I pulled 'Ranna out from under my bed where she was playing with the keypad.
Frustration.
Trying to "undo" as much as possibly yielded one more word. Exhasperated, I tried reading some primary sources again to get inspired....
RRRRING!
Panic.
RRRRING!
...
Releif. It must have been for someone else.
"Heinrich! It's Tomak..."
Damn.
I grab the phone.
"So, like, I turn on my computer, right? And like, nothing happens. I tried plugging it in , but that didn't work so i was wonder if maybe I need to buy a new version of windows or something..."
Dear God, as of this moment, I have started believing in you; please, please explode Tomak's head into a zillion pieces.
Right, well, that was two hours worth of gentle coaxing and problem solving, only to discover that the monitor was turned off. Har.
Well, I didn't have to get all my writing done today, I've got all week...
Rrring ... (if that was a weak ring, that's'cause it was the cellphone - I have the volume Rrring ... turned down on the ringer)
"Hi, Heinrich, Shurbert here...just called to say that I've finalized the schedule for this week; you start work tomorrow, working everyday from noon until close."
"Hey, Henrich! Could you fix the piano, the speakers aren't working."
"It's not a Piano."
"Whatever. And, take this," my dad hands me his youngest child, "I have to go for a run."
Yeah, I'll bet. What he must have meant to say was "i'm going to go smoke some pot in the garage, then stumble around town and oggle girls: babysit the kids for a few hours; oh yeah, you need to change their diapers, and their probably pretty grumpy as they havn't been fed since noon and we don't have any formula in the house."
The diapers were heavy and cold. sick. Formula was on special at Superstore: three cans for $17.68. There is an extra hamburger left over from McDonald's. The keyboard now sounds awe-inspiring (I made a pan-point for every key, hooked up a 500-wat RNS amplifier, two more satelite speakers and a small subwoofer - if you closed your eyes, you could pretend it was a piano).
So, I'm in 'Ranna's room, wishing my Dad's wife was home, bouncing the youngest child on my knee in an attempt to calm the
mwmmmwwmwwrrrRRRRRhRHRHARha
MMmmWWrMWMMRHrrRRRRRRHAHAHAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAA-hic-MRAAAAWHW-sniff-AAAAAhu-AAAAAAhu
"Mahk! Look!"
AAAAAAhu-AAAAAAAAAAhu-AA_AA_AAA_AA_hu_uh
"MAHK!"
AAAAAA
"LOOK!"
AAAAAhuAAhuAAAhuAAAAhu...
Click.
"Dad! so glad you're home ... here, take this."
And, so, back down to the desk, only now its 9:55PM, and whatever thoughts that those three smirking words on the screen represented are now gone. Arg! Maybe tomorrow.
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