If you choose not to decide, you still have made a choice
Rush, “Freewill”
because the one who doubts is like a wave of the sea, blown and tossed by the wind. 7 That person should not expect to receive anything from the Lord. 8 Such a person is double-minded and unstable in all they do.
James 1:6-8 (NIV)
Last Saturday, I had a revelation: “This is the biggest crock of shit, ever.”
What was I doing that caused such great awareness in my life?
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rhs with ?? is being polite.
I can’t believe I got sucked into reading that – what a load of drivel. Tim, sorry mate, but I’m reporting you to the authorities. I’m no SJW but it’s the socially responsible thing to do. You need to be stopped before you do any more harm. Think of the children, for Gods sake!
At least you were right in one regard, Tim, that truly was a crock of shit.
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Alright, I admit that I skipped around. Tim took to weeks to write a fluff piece JFish could kick out in 15 minutes with breaks for beer.
Tim, I had written this for Matty but since wordscar ate it, I will re-do it for you.
If it stinks, if it’s soft and it falls apart easily when you poke it with a stick, if it is inert after the foregoing examination, it’s shit.
Reminds me of the crap I write.
Oh, and it reminds me of a story Abe Simpson told me. Here’s Abe in his own words:
We can’t bust heads like we used to, but we have our ways. One trick is to tell ’em stories that don’t go anywhere – like the time I caught the ferry over to Shelbyville. I needed a new heel for my shoe, so, I decided to go to Morganville, which is what they called Shelbyville in those days. So I tied an onion to my belt, which was the style at the time. Now, to take the ferry cost a nickel, and in those days, nickels had pictures of bumblebees on ’em. “Give me five bees for a quarter,” you’d say.
Now where were we? Oh yeah: the important thing was I had an onion on my belt, which was the style at the time. They didn’t have white onions because of the war. The only thing you could get was those big yellow ones…
“Not sure how to neatly wrap up this post.”
The best way,Tim, would be to have wrapped it up 1000 words sooner.
I’m mildly irritated; I’m supposed to be the wanderer, but that guy just covered half of Texas in one rambling, mildly coherent post.
I hope he actually gets his shit together enough to DO something – it sounds like he has it in him, but needs some kind of trigger.
The Crunch is going to trigger a lot of folks to get off the chair and move – if only to escape the problems. Maybe that’s what he needs; people are different. At least he knows he needs to do something, so that puts him a couple of miles ahead of the FSA, who don’t know any such thing. Best of luck to him.
Tim, next time, jazz it up a bit with tits! Old cars will do. Trains is a cant miss photographic distraction. But tits are like donuts, bring them and everything is forgiven. Shit, man, how do you think Playboy got away with all those crap articles? Except the Lennon interview, that was worth the price of the whole annual subscription.
Tim, these guys are killing you, but there is actually a great idea in the middle of all this. Tightened up a little, it could be your ticket. So let me tighten it up for you. What if, instead of taking the next ten years to learn the next step up, you took the next two, and became as knowledgeable as anyone on planet earth at what you do? What if you gave up the save the earth bullshit and came up with a five percent efficiency? What if you insisted on being paid for your expertise and cost cutting abilities? I’m the best in the world at some of the things I do. I’d bet llpoh is, too. Just the way it works. You want to write your own ticket? That’s how it’s done.
And if you decide to clean up your look for business reasons, you don’t even have to guess. The Brolins already did the work for you. If it looks good on them, you can pull it off in your sleep. Movie star good looks never hurt anyone, even a construction superintendent.
Tim, my favorite writing professor said that if you find yourself lost in the writing swamp, send someone into the room with a loaded gun pointed at your hero. That wakes everyone up, including the hero.
You have it too good with your fair pay and annual bonus from the construction company to ever strike out on your own unless someone comes through that door ready to kill you.
Nick and I had it easy working for the gubment in Okie land, but it was about to destroy our souls.
When you get to that point, you’ll do something. You’ll also write tighter.
Tim, please seek help before you snap and kill us all.
And EC… No Nipples, remember?
My writing professor said if you get stuck with your hero in a swamp send in a blonde with big boobs, something is bound to come up.
EC, that was a real groaner. 😉
EC… I think you took the Adult Storyboarding class. Send the blond in with a gun and what comes up will go right back down.
That happened to me the time I was flirting with T4C and she posted a pic of her heater. Retreat.
When I was 19 and in college for the first time (and stupid) I gave a frat boy a ride home from a bar. He dragged me into a back room and thought no meant yes. When he dropped his pants to his knees, I pulled my 22 revolver out of my pocket (a graduation gift from my brother) and the deflationary effect was impressive. If I hadn’t been more than a little frightened, I might have laughed. But, I just left him there babbling.
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