#uncoffeed...

I just came back to my workstation and found this. I confirmed with my supervisor-friend that it does not mean #daydrinking is approved.  I can't find any documentation that it's expressly forbidden, either. That coffee mug, Newcastle Stan , was a gift from my pal Beardo at BoomChang Records . I had to confirm that I like Stan the band, and I do, and so will you if you listen to them. Click that link and get happy. Gifts are awesome, especially when they show somebody actually gets you. Even when the gift is knives , maybe especially then. It is nice to be understood. I may be working up some Artistic Fervor (read: meltdown) this weekend. I really can't stand myself this week - I can't stand how I can't figure out why I'm stagnating, still, again. It's a process; everything is.  I am a process. My process is moving very. extremely. slowly. at. this. time. I want to see results. I crave resolution. I am itchy in this alone-space which I love so much...

I have That One Friend. The one nobody understands why you're friends with and sometimes you don't either.  I lie - I collect these people. If you're even reading this blog you are probably one of them (hi there.)  If I could get all of us into one party at the same time, the National Guard should be deployed to protect society from us and vice versa.  This That One Friend goes rounds with me on the topic of Religion vs. Science , my favorite thing.  It seems to be a tangent of the "You seem like a reasonable person, Y THO..." conversation, which often precedes people shaking my hand and walking away forever.  But thanks to the question resurfacing, I'm coming closer to finding words to explain my viewpoint (which hasn't wavered) and also why that one has been collected. Almost all arguments are matters of semantics.  Our current human vocabulary is insufficient to describe what our senses have identified..."sense" is one ...