The Beast Rares Its Ugly Head(s)

It's so hard staying awake when you want to sleep. I think, in general, one should not write when feeling like six tons of sugar have been crammed into one's capillaries. Capillaries have absolutely nothing to do with caterpillars and that is an awesome fact to establish at this hour. Why? Why not? Ghosts. Weird stuff. Does anyone buy it? I don't know, so the temperature in the room goes down and you feel a "presence". OK, and what can this "presence" exactly do to you? I have no idea. Ghosts are like these impotent brutes that try to bully you by blowing really hard at your toes. You don't bully someone like that! Get over it, you are dead little sprites dancing around in the air like disco oranges.

What was that? I think they are coming. Who? The soccer moms! A whole army of them! Their cheap body lotions will blot out the sun!

Finally, about the comic, I like the last picture. It made me giggle. Giggling is a stupid word. Giggling is a verb. I am going nuts. Night.

Happy Monday! New Post!

I've just had what you call an epiphany. (Thank God for spell checker, else I'd look even dumber than usual.) In any case, I figured out I'd have some time in the day to continue to post here even though the latest page is up. Wanted to talk about the comic a bit. No, actually, first, I want to say a few things about myself.

I am a 32-year-old working stiff. This should put things in their proper context.

Now to my point (which oddly enough has nothing to do with the comic), professionally speaking, there are two types of "working Joes" which drive developing businesses. Ones who are very systematic and methodical in their approach to learning new things and ones who rely on pure instinct and spectacular extrapolations of logical ties that lead to solutions based on relatively mediocre knowledge of the subject matter. (Dangerous path to thread.) I am generalizing things terribly here, making them sound much simpler than they are, but let's say, for the sake of the argument, I have identified and want to talk about the aforementioned two professional personality archetypes.

While the former offers a steady, incremental rise to success, the later is marred with constant ups and downs, not to mention a sharp discord in other people's perception of that person, a very dualistic assessment (by others) of their worth. Because worth can be very tangible and measurable, I am able to claim there is worth to these "disco banana" professional personality types.

The problem is, society as such enforces certain standards that, if only partially, mold one's road to success (or as it so happens) failure. What makes things even more complicated is that inconsistent, creative types constantly balance on this edge of society-defined disaster. Their lack of motivation to define themselves towards others in a predictable (and thus more appreciated) manner overshadows the good things that (sometimes) come out of their rather spontaneous outbursts of productivity. (Yes, I f---ing know who I'm psychoanalyzing, thank you -- that's the whole point of rambling on blogs.)

What's even more ironic is that the consistent, methodical achievers and the sparkling "creative hobos" go together like nachos and hot cheese. Unfortunately, the later group's passion and vigor for life end up being mere tools of the former's desire to control through reassuring predictability.

But here's the kicker.

This is a known fact to both sides; many can bracket themselves into one group or the other, but neither side really wants to budge. Because it is the natural order of things.