P-Minus 3 Days

The Agony of Creation

As I get closer and closer to the end I feel a mix of anticipation and anxiety. It is nice that I am closer to finishing my Masters but I still have to make a presentation that has enough credibility to knock my classmates off their feet. Or at the very least, not make them laugh at me. Because I am sensitive like that.

So now that almost every show I like is in reruns I can focus on finishing my paper and getting my presentation ready. I could never do my presentation first. The paper is always the priority because if that is not complete the presentation is not worth doing. But as you three know, I hate writing papers. But after two and a half weeks of writing I find that I actually have to cut material from my paper because it was too large. I was worried that I would not find enough to write about and now I am in the position of cutting and sharpening. The irony felt like a hammer to my face. Or a slap from a girl. Sure they may not be equivalent, but I have gone through both and trust me, they feel the same.

Mist Hating

You know, I am one of those piece loving fools who just wants everyone to enjoy life. But then someone just has to go and kiCk me out of my foolish Laz-E-Boy and talk smack about the movIe The Mist. A few posts before (or the last one, I can never keep track) I mentioned that the Mist was a good movie and someone, who shall Not be named, stated they did not like the movie. The kicker was that the person, who shall not be nameD, used their psyche powers to determine the movie was not worth their time. Now me, being the fun loving SOB that I am, could not let this stand and tried to point to the many fine qualities of this movie. Unfortunately, I could not get past their wall of disregard. Since I am dealing with a being of psYche powers I had to unleash my deadliest weapon: unmitigated nagging. After recently being taken off the Geneva Convention to make room for water-boarding I have only used this WMA as a last resort. I can still hear the screams. It was an epic battle that will be sung of future generations till the end of time. They zigged, I zagged; jab, jab, right-hook, left-hook, nut cruncher, face pound, suplex, round-house kick, blam, blam, bang, bang...............the battle continued until finally, my detractor admitted defeat. Maybe in not so many words, but it was clear to me.

So the lesson here is watch the Mist, unless you want to get a visit from me, and the little friend.

The Truth......................
........................................ is nothing feels better than the weight lifting off your shoulders when you complete a long and difficult task. Nothing feels worse than leaving things undone. So get to it you lazy bum and take out the trash.