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Andrei's Universe

One man's journey from infinity to nothingness


only more of it., Like My Zen 1
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And I ask myself... why the hell am I up?

Please note that the title of this post is not, "why the hell am I still up?"

I got to bed a little before Midnight. I woke up and the clock said 4:35. I desperately tried to do the mental mathematics that explained that I'd been asleep an hour longer than I thought I had. But in truth.. I'd gotten about 5 hrs of sleep. This is less than usual... but not by much.

I've been sleeping fitfully of late. But it seemed like I might be able to get back to sleep. Nope. I was wide awake. Perhaps that hard cider before bed was not a good plan. Got dressed... meandered out to type a post. I figured it might be pithy.

The living room is beginning to almost take shape. Added some lamps today. There is no unnatural light in the room which is awesome by day (kinda) but a killer in the evening. (Fortunately, we don't get much evening during this time of the year in this portion of the world)

I've run out of words. I'm awake but not really. Maybe I can bore myself back to sleep.

Andrei in the office
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I am from Pittsburgh... I live in Seattle

The Seahawks are in Cleveland.

Today I am a big, BIG Seahawks fan.

Um... go blue?

Kill Kill Kill, Die Die Die
lordandrei

Advertising hatred: I may stop using my debit card

If you haven't seen the tv ad campaign recently there is one I have absolutely grown to despise.

There is a shopping environment of (campaign various) kinds. Everything is moving happily like clock work. Everyone happily.. nay dotingly swiping their Visa card.

Then it happens. Horrors. OH MY GOD! someone uses

(dum duh daaaaaaaaa) Cash!!!!

Everything comes to a stop. Smiling cashier units become disdanefully unhappy as they slowly have to count change. Peer pressure, everyone's happy Camazotzian pattern has been disrupted.

The horrible pariah of society (typically dressed in clashing clothes) skulks off while the machine clicks back into sync.

I mean.... does this image terrify anyone else?

Last time I looked... and then again just now-

Every piece of American Currency bears the following words:
This note is legal tender for all debts, public and private

And despite it having a serial number... it's basically untraceable and untrackable.

But what gets me is this pressure that in the perfect world... we all use visa and everyone just shops non stop in a rhythmic, utopian clockwork.

It presses just about every button I have and makes me want to switch entirely to cash.

Andrei in the office
lordandrei

NO NO NO, WRONG WRONG WRONG