Bored

I’m jealous of people who have things to do. I much prefer having way too much to do than very little, which makes me climb the walls. Coming back from military police school halfway through the college fall semester is really throwing me off my game. Get a job, they tell me. Okay, and do what starting in January when I have nineteen credits, a paid staff position on the newspaper, another staff position at the magazine, National Guard drill, and the toughest year (MSIII) of ROTC?

My plate may be full (when it fills, that is), but I eat with both hands!

Good idea, bad idea?

I answered a bunch of Craigslist ads the other day, probably about eight or so, and have only received one reply. The original ad was a slightly ridiculous proclamation from some random person of boundless talents – and every other word could have “(sic)” inserted after it. I giggled a bit and answered anyway, receiving a halfway decent poem in return. I suggested a few changes and replied again.

Just as long as I don’t get any creepster questions or communiques, I think this sort of anonymity might be okay.

wtf does that mean

Krasnaya ekra (can I get a world keyboard, people?) is Russian for red (sturgeon) caviar. It’s the cheap stuff but it’s good anyway. I hope that my blog is kind of like that – cheap (free) on the Internet, but good nonetheless. A good tin of chornaya ekra (black, or beluga caviar) costs an upwards of $60. I think the red is sturgeon and the black is beluga. I could be wrong.

 ”The vintage typewriter” refers to the 1950’s Smith-Corona manual typewriter that my father found and restored, stashed in the basement, and dug out for me last weekend. It serves two purposes: novelty in an age of reckless techological advancement, and instant results. I can type forever on a computer but never have a hard copy if a printer is nowhere to be found (like at the current moment in time – The Male’s printer lacks a working cartridge and stupid fucking Vista won’t recognize my hardy little HP. But with a typewriter – the possibilities! Sure it lacks something as basic as a separate key for an exclamation point – you have to do apostrophe – backspace – period – but when I’m done typing I have something in my hand right away. And The Male makes fun of me for it too which is kind of silly, him and his Alienware.