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Creativity starves insanity
3000 HMV discount cards along with 60 posters have arrived nearly knocking out the wind beneath the ribs. They come at the time when reality has set in an it looks as though the first issue of Cogito for the year will definitely be late. A legacy to behold, a deadline never seen. This sucks. It was all going along smoothly until the moment hit when it looked as though 32 pages of a magazine will come down to 28. Cost wise, it blows. The only way is up.
Soon Van - Tuesday, 26 February 2002 - 05:27
One by one the red suits of the bank would ask each of the lifeless zombies in the queue what they were doing there. Withdrawals are a thing now most often relegated to the harshness of the walls outside, so too it seems the fate of depositing money. Money the banks used in triage to help beef up the bottom line. Seems the banks now want to adopt and even more invisible approach. Standing in the line used to be an easy, albeit painful, way to kill an hour.
One of the Mormons at the door yesterday resembled so much like Trey Parker. A free book was almost had.
Soon Van - Saturday, 23 February 2002 - 08:13
The fragrance counters of Grace Bros. is hard enough to stand. Standing there is something even harder. "Can I help you?" asked the lady who thought me to be some kind of moron for forgetting Valentines so late in the week. A flash of the red HUGO BOSS WOMAN sample card and away I was with the minispray. No notice paid to the fact that the address was all blacked out. Damn small minispray.
Soon Van - Tuesday, 19 February 2002 - 07:47
The clippers were out and ready for a good dose of hair shortening. Then up in the sky, the clouds rolled and waved into one another much like eggs being whisked. The speed at which they were tossing and curling about was a magnificent marvel to behold.
Then the rain started and all was to be packed up and away. The fury and the excitement as the rain shadowed itself and blew anything not nailed or deeply rooted down all over the place. Lasting only close to a full half-hour the compost was most welcomed.
Half of the banana trees in the backyard did not hold enough ground of their own and fell over with fear. Huge trees around the area with weak root systems or soft soil were easily overcome in the storm. A black out across the surrounding lasted for nearly 22 hours. The worst thing about being in a black out is not being able to watch the news on television of the freakish storm.
Soon Van - Tuesday, 19 February 2002 - 07:48
After what is probably weeks tendonitis has developed in the left elbow. At least what little tendons there are to ruin. In an effort to figure out what happened to a chunk of elbow another person walks in front. As has been the tendency for the last few weeks, the left arm is taken out and tries hurriedly to create something close to a curtain of air, much like the ones used by shopping centres and the freezers of the Centrepoint Tower in Sydney. The feeling is like some kind of weak Seinfeld field gag.
Soon Van - Saturday, 16 February 2002 - 10:01
A debacle is what Pass the Buck is. Desperate to create their first ever 5-day winner in the shortest amount of time they have taken to cheating. Blatantly, but shiftyness is not a skill the demons of Channel Nine have perfected in any degree. The carry-over champion went by the sobriquet of "Michelle" and looked quite idiotic for a liar in on a scam. The first of two Memory Round is played and another contestant, Alexandra, recalls the word, WEED. Soon the buck is going along until "Michelle" is given the buck. WEED again. Then someone utters LEG, then another and the second to mouth LEG is booted off. Michelle, having survived the travesty that is a dodgy ruling plays on and makes it back for another night. Never before has a game show been able to stir such hatred in the entire format. Except perhaps for Shafted.
Soon Van - Saturday, 16 February 2002 - 09:58
For some time now, letters haven't made any real appearances in the mailbox. Sure, the usual mailing list packages addressed to a pseudonym are there, but not anything addressed personally. What has been happening though is that mail has been misdelivered and ended up some streets in. Somebody will be waiting for a Christmas card, parents will be waiting for a letter from the Board of Studies for their child, and someone is giving up a free minispray bottle of Hugo Woman. The card and the letter will be handed over in due time. The minispray will disappear.
Soon Van - Thursday, 14 February 2002 - 10:45
Flicking back and forth between CSI and Charmed, both of the female pivots were named Paige. It was at this point the image of forcing open the train doors and jumping out and onto the jagged rocks came across. This isn't so bad compared to the feeling that any utterance of a word might upset some mystical balance somewhere.
The butterfly? No.
Unlike the rolling of the Gregorian calendar wherein there wasn't a single mention of anything at all for at least 23 hours any time words flow out and about there is this thought of deep seated worry. At least there won't be any nonsensical swearing.
Soon Van - Thursday, 14 February 2002 - 05:38
Again it rolls around. The time of the year when these red packets—smelling so oddly nice—arrive with notes stashed inside. $50 in one, $50 in another. Red all over the place. If the custom is to stay up all night long, what about getting to sleep for once and a while? That would be nice. Money for staying alive is like being called a hero for not dying swiftly from an illness.
Soon Van - Wednesday, 13 February 2002 - 10:32
As I change the channel and mark how much over time this inital episode has run into People Like Us I can't help but think I've been here before. I'm sure that I've read some comic similar in concept—the perfect secret agent, even she doesn't know—maybe Athena, Inc. or something. Then there's that La Femme Nikita bit with the Mr. Jones and Michael thing. Still, seems a whole lot more promising than Dark Angel. I'm sticking around. But the misplaced timeline does make me think of Black Panther and the style Priest has over the story.
Soon Van - Wednesday, 13 February 2002 - 05:28
Wait another day and there it goes, yet another year. 21. Truly into the third decade of life. More words and images line the horizon.
Soon Van - Friday, 8 February 2002 - 05:54
Thigh muscles which feel as though they've been torn or at least sliced down the middle. A disc in the back that pops to movement. Eyes that vein it up. Joints that constantly crack. The rain brings not only the wet, but the wait and agony.
Soon Van - Thursday, 7 February 2002 - 06:12
In the first photo id card for uni the head is enormously misspaced in the confines of the box for headshots. In the second, the expression is that of a pimp or someone with something to hide and at just about the right position for a head. The card which follows four days after the second the head shrinks yet again and there is a look of shock or disbelief. In all these, the eyes still seem to show misaligned eyeballs. At least now, when the part-time thing kicks in, the concession marker in the top corner of the card will last for the rest of the year. Scam! Didn't have to pay for later on there would be a need and only full-time students are allowed to get concessions.
Soon Van - Wednesday, 6 February 2002 - 10:11
Of all the places to locate some dozen or so comicbooks, where else but underneath a box of letters and a copy of the newspaper from the Paralympics.
Soon Van - Wednesday, 6 February 2002 - 10:10
