Wednesday, September 24, 2008

[The Wisdom of a Distracted Mind] Portal Z.

Here's a door for you.


If it makes you think of anything, do share with the rest of the class.

Now, to help you think, I will say that this came from the abandoned airplane factory down the street. So, let your minds wander back to a time when air-travel was a new and exciting thing and that wild, blue yonder was an unexplored, vast expanse.

When the workers went in and out through this door, don't you wonder what may have been on their minds?

Could any of them possibly understand the role their creations would play in the world today?

Other than that, I'm cranked on opiates today (what else is new), and I don't think anyone should expect anything from me other than my being a drooling, unintelligible, fucking potatohead.

Yeah. I'm angry. I get like that some days, and this morning was very, very rough. My hands are shot. My knees are trashed. Feet, neck, shoulders, etc.? All fucked and filled with pain.

The thing is, I've been bitching about this stuff for what seems like an eternity, and I'm sure you're all just as tired --if not more-- of reading about my gripes, grumbles and sundry troubles. However, for whatever reason, I think it's nice to have not only an outlet upon which to unload these gripes, but it's also maybe a good idea to have an updating chronicle of these complaints in the hopes that, one day, I may be able to look back and remember just how pissed off I truly was.

It's just very strange how a chronic, endless pain can weasel its way into your every single action and thought to alter and twist the way you do simple, ordinary things. I think anyone who's ever broken a finger, sprained an ankle, twisted a knee, mashed a toe or suffered some other sort of injury for even a temporary time can relate. It's annoying.

So yeah. I think you'll find me whining here and listing the things which hurt. And, I'll apologize for that ahead of time, and if you don't want to read them, please don't. But, this is the only journal I am keeping, and it seems like as good of a place as any for this nonsense. For some reason, though, I think it's important to keep a log ofthe day's troubles. Perhaps in writing about them, I may actually find an answer, a catharsis, or some level of relief.

Anyway, I am not asking for your pity or any of your sympathy. I don't want it, and I don't need it. Trust me. In this day and age, I'm willing to bet each and every one of you have your own mountains to climb, and you all are probably saddled with something unfair, unwanted, and painful. You'd be crazy if you allowed the insignificant troubles of a largely anonymous blogger into your hearts. Really. You've got better things to care about, people.

Nonetheless, somewhere inside me is a sense of humor. Unfortunately, it's pretty easy for pain, or even a bad day, to trump this sense of humor and ability to laugh as it gets ground into the dirt by a big, unhappy boot.

Don't worry, though. In the end, it is just me writing about me. I don't think I can entertain, enchant or enlighten in every post I write, and I think I'd be an idiot to try. I'd gotten off track and forgotten about why it is I decided to keep one of these blogs in the first place. As a result, entries were forced, thoughts were inevitably strained, and when you do that in the world of the written word, you abandon the elegance that makes it appealing in the first place.

Finally, if you find this collection of words and prattle difficult to grasp, don't think too much about it. This stream of conscious babblefest is nothing more than me trying to find a way of writing about things. Trust me. I have a sense of humor. It's just usually overshadowed by my frustration. So, unloading that frustration here may actually help.

We'll see how it goes. But, boy-o-boy, I am one seriously grumpy motherfucker today. And, it's a good thing I am staying in and loafing around while everything hurts; otherwise, I would probably throat-punch a bag lady. Really... With my mood being what it is, if I went to the movies today, it'd turn into a bloodbath because the person behind me would be talking, then their throat would be slit, and I'm sure I'd have to silence the subsequent screams of all the other terrified folks because all that panicked screeching makes it impossible to watch a simple fucking movie.

So, it's best to stay indoors and see what's on cable.


Posted By Dan to The Wisdom of a Distracted Mind at 9/24/2008 11:21:00 AM


  1. Thank God for cable!
    Your "raving and ranting" about pain is good. Somewhere, there has got to someone who  is seriously researching pain management and will discover the answer to your, and others, murky messes of pain. Hope today eases up.

  2. So you seem to be telling us what NOT to do: don't feel sympathy, don't think too much about what you write. I feel okay about wishing you relief from pain, though. Wishin' don't make it so, I know....

    I would imagine something much more sinister for that door. It looks like a door to a torture chamber, or a dank, rat-infested dungeon. The step is worn from the thousands of feet of the poor, miserable souls who have entered and never returned. That's my take on it.

    Hey, you mentioned Heroes, and that you find it disappointing. We don't watch that one, but I think we're hooked on "Fringe." Have you caught either of the episodes that have aired? It has a sort of creepy X-Files vibe to it, and one of the best characters is a scientist who is a genius, but has taken a few too many hallucinogens. Good stuff!


  3. Beth, I love Fringe!  So far, I've seen all three episodes, and though the plot seems a little flat, the characters are just great.

    Unfortunately, it's premier didn't rate very well (I think 9.1 million viewers), and with Fox being Fox, I have a feeling it'll be cancelled after the first season.  And, that sucks since after three episodes, the plot and characters have really started to gain momentum.  

    The thing is, it's on after House, and I don't know if it's really a good idea putting a semi-sci-fi series on after a medical drama.  

    I do hope it sticks around for a second season.  I think it could really collect fans as it moves along.  


    P.S.  Thanks Kate!  I do hope there's someone out there somewhere.

  4. I love the petina of this old door and the aged crumbling of the old bricks. I'm sorry you're in such pain today....I had mine day yesterday...guess it was your turn.
    Hang in there and try not to get too depressed...that only makes it worse!


  5. The door makes me think of Salem in the Witch Trial days.

    We love the characters on Fringe as well :o)

  6. I can see the Witch Trial.  I was thinking more along the lines of a quarantined house during the plague --which would have me a little worried since it's down the street and all.


  7. Ooo, I like the plague house scenario as well. Good one! Salem Witch Trial, also good!

    Dang, did we miss an episode of "Fringe" somewhere? I thought there were only two so far. Am I getting too close to the addle-brained scientist on the show...? Don't answer that, please.

    It might have potential after "House." I think both appeal to a sort of warped sense of humor, but it's disappointing to hear that the ratings haven't been good. I hope they'll pick up an audience, because we like this one. We're also looking forward to "My Own Worst Enemy" and hoping it will be a good one. We shall see.