Yes folks, it’s “intermittent metaphor and rampant praise” day. Enjoy it while it lasts; i’m due for a visit over to Amy’s any minute now…
by krisis
thoughts
Now my windows are closed and the heat is on, despite the fact that tonight is beautiful and still and perfectly Autumn. I also have ice on my head, either to keep myself cool or to prevent the huge lump emerging from the top of my head from that window that tried to shatter itself on me.
Each week is like a wave crashing upon and then receding from a sandy shore. Monday seems safe but by Tuesday night the whole thing is looming rather large and on Wednesday i’m lucky if i’m not totally bowled over. Thursday is not as difficult, but if i’m not careful i’m pulled down by the undertow, unable to take a breath. Finally, Friday is just a rapidly quieting echo of the powerful surge i’d encountered. Saturday and Sunday are like that weightless sensation you feel as your feet are sucked down into the wet sand by the vacuum of water escaping back to sea all around you. And then i wake up and it’s monday again and i can see another one coming..
I found a rather off-kilter search in my referrer logs and i wanted to share the story behind it with y’all.. You see, I am a cheese fries addict, and will order them at any food truck, diner, or restaurant where i can find them. However, i’ve only ever mentioned these delectable treats twice in my blogging history: on two pages seperated by at least a month. Despite this, i’m ranked in the top ten on this yahoo/google search. Also very odd is that at least three of the other links originate in Philadelphia, and that the person searched just for the words “cheese fries” … and i can’t imagine what they expected to find through those means. Anyhow, rather interesting, huh?
It feels good to have people digging through my past at 4am in the morning… it gives me a sort of addictive quality where i hold sway over sleepy people who should be hard at work. And my pen has been burning to write lately as well. Oh well, i’m verging on late for the shop. I shouldn’t complain; today i get to pick all five discs in the changer. Oh, the power!