Who is this guy?

Just walking around town here lately, I've ran into several posters and flyers advertising a website, ODOT P'DOT and so finally, after being annoyed for several days, I went and checked it out. There's basically nothing there, but now my interests have really been pricked and I'm really curious to see what this is all about.

It's probably some new campaign to "save" my soul or sell me pills that makes my penis bigger. But, eh -- you can't really go wrong with a saved soul or an engorged member.

So, do any of you out there know who Odot P'dot is? The website say that he's a filmmaker and that he's going to be shooting a movie here in Columbus starting this summer. There's nothing on IMDb about him, but I think that there must be something, somewhere. . .

any ideas?

A Week of Freedom

I have a great boss, but it's just a great thing to be in the office with no one looking over your shoulder. Not that I don't spend a bit of time surfing around the net, providing some chatter in the various message boards that I visit regularly, and even occasionally dropping by here to gets some thoughts on paper -- but no one is here! Hypothetically I could spend all day doing nothing at all.

Not that I can really do that. Pfft. Someone's got to do some work around here.

It is nice to be relaxed. . .

New Projects

Well, I've started a few new projects this last week, but sadly I can't spill to much about them (although I have no inclination that anyone is reading this, BUT better safe than sorry.) Hopefully a few of you web addicts out there will catch on to the craze that is just now being conceived.

I love to work. Contrary to popular belief, work is a lot of fun -- as long as you're absorbed into something that you actually enjoy. It's kind of like going out and working in my garden (a great analogy now that spring is here.) I had the opportunity here of late to go out and till the earth. To dig into the rich soil with my bare hands so that I might plant a little seed of life. Over the next few months, we'll cultivate, weeding out the garden, making sure that the plants have enough water and light to grow, and eventually we will harvest our reward. I just love fresh fruits and vegetables. I know that we as a people basically do the work needed (and more often than not just what's needed) so that we can attain that reward, but I think that there is more joy to be found in the labor. I love sitting and racking my brain for hours, just to find the right turn of phrase to use in a line of poetry.

Anyway, I'm excited about the dreams of a few youngins trying to make it bigtime. Who knows, maybe in a couple of years I'll have some real credits to my name.

Oh, and by the way,

I thought that I should share with you this new line of, of well, something -- who knows what it'll turn out.

"We fall to meet our shadows"

Mull that one in your head a couple of days, and then we'll talk.

Days like Today

Let me tell you how much I hate Yahoo! I fucking hate Yahoo more than Hitler hated the Jews. and that's bad. That man facilitated the mass murder of 6 million people, and Yahoo! is some how comparable. I'm telling you, Yahoo! sucks donkey balls, and I mean DONKEY BALLS! The site is slow, over crowded, bogged down by a million fucking people playing online euchre -- its all just shite.

Ok, enough of that I suppose.

It's a beautiful day here in sunny Ohio, and although I can't say that I'm having the best day at work, at least I get to spend a little time out doors enjoying what little joy life offers. It's really prefect days like this that makes me want to just fly away from here -- the office, school, bills, adulthood. On days like today I want to be six again and have no responsibility but to roll around in life and get a little dirty. I want to be fourteen again and really falling for a girl for the first time. Hell, I'd take 22 back, sitting on my back patio drinking beer with my buddies, while we watched the beautiful college ladies on their way to the pool. It's days like today I suppose. . .

Oh well, enough of that too.

I slept 12 hours yesterday.

I love when you wake up from a long sleep and it feels like the whole world is fresh and new. Maybe it's because you just spent so much time dreaming, and living in that world that you created -- but its really refreshing to come back and taste reality again. Yum, yum. . .

And then, it's off to work and the melancholy that is this repetition of days. I believe someone else said it best, "Same old shit, different day." But my job isn't all that bad. I mean, it affords me opportunities to do things like read those books that I've been meaning to get to, and write poetry that's been welling inside my head, and even (every great once in a while) stop to collect some thoughts in this little space here. Plus it pays. So I suppose that I really shouldn't complain; after all, there are a whole bunch of people in this world far more unfortunate than me.

Speaking of this world -- no, I'd rather not. It's all a mess, and we're not really doing anything to fix the mess (in fact, we're probably only serving to create a more proflagerated version of 'the mess.') errr...this only makes me frustrated and angry. It's all about breaking eggs, I suppose.

There's just too many fucking omelets being made right now.