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Oct. 18th, 2002 04:16 pmKarma man. Karma.
It was one of those train wreck moments- you can see it coming, but you can't seem to do anything about it, the words just keep coming out of your mouth.
I was unnecessarily snippy to someone today. (Scratch that, I was snippier than I ought to have been, but it was not undeserved.) In any case, I snipped, and have spent the rest of the day debating an apology. They were asking for it, (somewhat) but I only succeeded in making a bad day worse.
Reading a book at work (I refuse to be productive on Fridays.) I opened up to a quote from Philo of Alexandria. "Be kind," he said, "for everyone is fighting a great battle."
Promptly after reading that quote, which I like a great deal, I stabbed myself in the eye with a piece of varnish. I would like the record to state that not just everybody has the requisite skill to stab themselves with varnish. This has to mean something, but I'll be damned if I know what.
I found a webhost I like and can afford. This is a good thing, except for the fact that I am unable to draw anything but hands these days. Seriously, hand studies are all I can manage. Angry hands, stylized hands, hands in thought.
I've heard that "eyes are the window to the soul" but I think that hands say more about a person than anything. When you look at someone's hands you see everything they've done in life. You can see the tendons in carpel tunnel patients, callouses from manual labor, manicures, scars. Hands map your life, and I find that amazingly cool.
Hands are totally my fetish.
In other, unrelated news, someone gave me their atm pin number today. The temptation to do something with it is strong. (Not take out money. That's too passe for words, but there has to be some evil-yet-not thing I can do with it.)
It was one of those train wreck moments- you can see it coming, but you can't seem to do anything about it, the words just keep coming out of your mouth.
I was unnecessarily snippy to someone today. (Scratch that, I was snippier than I ought to have been, but it was not undeserved.) In any case, I snipped, and have spent the rest of the day debating an apology. They were asking for it, (somewhat) but I only succeeded in making a bad day worse.
Reading a book at work (I refuse to be productive on Fridays.) I opened up to a quote from Philo of Alexandria. "Be kind," he said, "for everyone is fighting a great battle."
Promptly after reading that quote, which I like a great deal, I stabbed myself in the eye with a piece of varnish. I would like the record to state that not just everybody has the requisite skill to stab themselves with varnish. This has to mean something, but I'll be damned if I know what.
I found a webhost I like and can afford. This is a good thing, except for the fact that I am unable to draw anything but hands these days. Seriously, hand studies are all I can manage. Angry hands, stylized hands, hands in thought.
I've heard that "eyes are the window to the soul" but I think that hands say more about a person than anything. When you look at someone's hands you see everything they've done in life. You can see the tendons in carpel tunnel patients, callouses from manual labor, manicures, scars. Hands map your life, and I find that amazingly cool.
Hands are totally my fetish.
In other, unrelated news, someone gave me their atm pin number today. The temptation to do something with it is strong. (Not take out money. That's too passe for words, but there has to be some evil-yet-not thing I can do with it.)
