kingtycoon | Will we next create false gods to rule over us?

Laser Focus at work lately - it's been a demanding few days and I've been, largely up to the challenge. My much more expert and smarter than me contractor came in today and we triaged a wide variety of doomy system failures. And then he did something kind of dumb and broke something I built - which made me proud because he's generally smarter than me - so hey! You get better at things as you do them, I guess until you get so good you just stomp on the flowers without noticing you're standing in someone's garden. Anyhow, it has been the intensity and that's just fine. It's kind of cool to be highly active & super effective. On a daily basis I think I am told that I am the best, the greatest or just wonderful probably greater than 5 times.

My coworkers learned through conversational trickery that I sometimes walk home and they were scandalized/terrified. I did it earlier in the week when it was pretty out and before I could put the money together to buy my monthly pass - I like doing it, I like walking and would go on and on about it, as I often seem to do - anyhow they were befuddled and dismayed by the amount of danger that they suppose I encounter on a daily basis -they were also scandalized and terrified the one day I fell asleep on the bus on the way in.

I remember when I was a teenager I started going to movies by myself, and to restaurants, even nice ones - there was a lot of contrary programming at that time - people saying that you shouldn't or that it's bad, and then being that person, who does those things - I found that there's a weird little mystery about you that people get more and more invested in, the more that they know you. They suspect greater things about your character and thoughts than they maybe aught to. And at the same time - knowing that people think you're mysterious and confoundedly competent & confident - they ascribe qualities that you just end up living up to. It's a weird thing having people believe in you.

Yesterday after work I ran many errands and then treated myself to my usual cheeseburger and beers for payday - my payday ritual. I gobbled up hot food and cold beer and did not once again go back to the well of peanut-butter. I guess that's a weird thing of the solitary dude. People get up and into their food - heck, remember when I blogged about food and helped that famous guy get famous? That was factual happenstance. But I don't know food - I like peanut butter sandwiches probably better than most foods so I win in that respect - but sometimes you crave for the hot meal. Usually those times - it is payday.

I'm walking home and there's Agatha! Her mom and her were out and heading to the grocery and she decided to come home with me and hang out and work on some projects until her ma came to get her later and we had a really nice time talking about all the robins we'd seen and she petted the friendly yellow cat of our neighborhood that is like a smooth gentleman that steps down off his porch whenever she comes by. It is a good cat and never rubs on me, so it is extra good. (I wear black and it is yellow. And I dislike domesticated animals).

At work they get worked up about this or that song, and when prompted I concede, as I must that I don't really like music - one of those things like sleeping on the bus and walking home and disliking pets - one of those things that's peculiar and mysterious and ends up becoming a kind of legend to follow you. But really I like music sometimes, lately this.