March 16, 2013

  • Always bemused by online personals

    Went over to craigslist today on the strictly platonic section trying to find an individual with some experience with R programming interested in doing a language swap of my knowledge for his, but couldn't help clicking around to read what other people were posting because all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. 

    I eventually found myself immersed, balls-deep in reminders of what the hell is going on in the outside local world, a place that I have been long out of touch with since I preformed my ancient Chinese, Feng-Shui time-seal on my apartment completely blocking out all thoughts of pregnant teen mothers, snobby liberals, and other such processes that can be seen only when you're living within the city, much in the same way the cracks and imperfections of a giant monument can only be noticed when you move in closer to inspect. 

    It took a bit of effort to pull myself away from the tentacles that life that managed to wrap around me, trying to pull me in with its seductive charm, but the better half of me was able to take a step back into the stillness and note that the promising sense of pleasure that always used to pull me in was just a cover for the insufferable carnage and chaos that lied underneath the surface waiting with its fiendish smile, hoping for another foolish victim to stray into its trap.

    OH well, back to work. And incase you were wondering, no, there are no R programmers on craigslist and I'm not going to bother posting an ad for one. It was just a longshot, but I'll probably print out some fliers and post them up at the universities and colleges nearby. Meh.

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