Techno Robot Pudding

He got up and tapped the off button. It felt somewhat cold, so the windows saw themselves shut some more. The floor creaked as he walked grudgingly into the kitchen. No socks, and the floor was also cold. His eyes still hadn’t opened yet. Well, they had, but not enough.

The same old cereal fell into the same old bowl. Thankfully, it wasn’t the same old milk. That would just be gross.

Five minutes and he opened the dresser. Two minutes and the shower was running. Fifteen minutes and he was out the door.

It wasn’t a bad day out. Slightly cool, but the air was fresh. He remembered the days when he used to get up bright and early to the sun and the promise of a new day. Now he got up in the hope that he was making a mistake, and a few more hours of sleep were the punishment.

The drive would be annoying as usual. He hated crowds, and on the road it was no different. Too many people in a hurry (like him) and too few of them thinking rationally. It was especially annoying when they sat too close to his rear bumper. It was a slight feeling of justice when they would pass by and be greeted by a hand signal or a string of rhythmic expletives.

He also hated parking. He knew where he could get a spot by now, but he still scanned the better lots for spots. Most of them had people stalking others, hoping they’d be getting in and leaving- a fresh spot, that is. He’d often wasted time sitting in his spot before leaving to annoy these people. He’d also pretended that he was going to leave, only to emerge from the vehicle with the book he was seeking. But he found a crappy spot. He walked into the building. He walked into the room.

And he went back to sleep.

just kidding.

beware the mascots. it’s too bad, really. i think adrian macpherson is really fun to watch.

i really dig assemblage 23. it’s energy-packed music, at a time where i’m severely lacking.

monday came and went. in between there was a lot of running around. i actually had some fun wading in the chaos, until my head and legs decided to weigh in with their respective opinions. let’s also refer back to an old entry. just one or two parts, really.

football season starts soon. it’s going to be interesting. i’m excited to see how things will go. on all fronts.

this is the snippet of time during which i can relax. at 1230 there is a class. after class, there is work. after work, there is food. after food, there is sleep. maybe some madden first, if time and energy permits. gotta keep things simple, you know.

in the very near future, i will rearrange my schedule to allow for some cushy time on days like this. unfortunately, i have to wait for tomorrow before i can pull the trigger on anything. i can’t believe i thought i could get up at 9am and run around for barely a credit. i’m silly.

in some rare moment of brilliance, i actually thought up a cool design for a web page. i may revive the old Cwebsite if for no other purpose than to show off this design. or i might try and learn wordpress and see how i could implement this design into that. or i may do nothing with it and never speak of it again. it is pretty cool, though. it bears a slight resemblance to the old “go” button design from long ago. i’m not telling you more, because you might steal it. *shifty eyes*

i wouldn’t mind buying a camera and going on a photography spree. but there’s no time right now. perhaps as autumn approaches we will see this come to light. autumn is, in my opinion, the most beautiful season anyways. people see everything going to sleep around them. i see a new pallette of colors and ideas.

i should go fishing sometime soon too. that would be a nice break. it’s been a little while since i last went, though the real problem is i can’t seem to find a reel. perhaps it’s time for a trip to the sporting goods store. or maybe i’m just making excuses to buy freeze-dried ice cream. mmmmm, sugary styrofoam.

i’m surprised at the number of hits this page has gotten from people searching for “techno” or “robots.” also, i was shocked to find that TRP was listed as a “featured blog” on wordpress.com’s list under the “sciences” tag. with a post from july 4! this isn’t quite a sciences blog, but okay– cool. i’m chalking it up to my silly wierd tag names.

just goes to show that TRP has an expanding influence on irrelevance. now i’m off to make me an irony sandwich.

we’re teetering over the edge of something new.

you can’t see what’s going on over there; and that alone is what’s drawing you closer. it’s not exactly clear what will happen, but you know for sure that it will make for some interesting stories. the option to turn back has lost any appeal. you can only move forward and watch for surprises.

it’s actually quite scary, the unknown. it could all go wrong any second. we could become nothing without knowing it was coming. or knowing it came. but the fear of becoming nothing is nothing compared to the fear of actually becoming nothing. of no value, that is. or of such redundant quality that it really doesn’t matter.

i wish to stumble forward over the wire and fall face first into that which is the future. i will not wince.

perhaps i will start a band. we will play the oddest rock anyone has ever seen. we will be called Stone Airplane, after the Shel Silverstein poem.

there will be the standard rock personnel. a drummer, a bassist, two guitarists, and a vocalist. none of us will have formal training in any more than one of the instruments, if any. we will randomly switch positions, sometimes in the middle of songs. the songs will be written by us, but only when we are either piss drunk or eating pie.

sets will vary in length, depending on how long we feel like playing. if we only feel like playing one note, that is the set. if we feel like playing until we’re kicked off the stage, that is also the set.

encores will be given, but with some changes. firstly, the vocals will be run through a filter attached to a distortion pedal. one of the guitars will be replaced by a theremin. also, the bassist will wear a monkey mask.

we will decline to appear to perform on any television show, with the exception of Late Night with Conan O’Brien; because he just plain rocks.

the only bit of merchandise we’d sell would be a series of ten-gallon hats with witty slogans printed on them.

and our album covers would be made up to look like individually wrapped slices of cheese.

so, who’s signing us?

i think i will put some money toward getting myself a t-shirt that says “robber baron.” hell, let’s make that a muscle shirt. it will be ironic on several fronts.

i will also put money towards a top hat and a cane. but no monacle. i will assemble these items and some bermuda shorts, then probably goose-step through a crowded city street, yelling about the impending apocalypse at the hands of the antarctic walrus people. it will be quite a sight before the police eventually tackle and beat me. they won’t beat me without reason. the arrest will be based on charges of “assault with a fanciful weapon.”

or perhaps i will wrap myself in garbage bags (with holes for sight and breathing, of course) and roll about the floor of a public library. maybe the educated masses will appreciate the display for the art it isn’t.

then again, i could also build a bass guitar out of cardboard tubing and some rubber bands; then spontaneously whip it out during a town board meeting and proceed to smash it on the town supervisor’s tabletop while screaming “haaaardcore bass for your face!! aiiiiiiiieeeee!”

you don’t think i’d really do such things, do you? you are silly. but not as silly as slinkys.