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Dear Zombies: Fickle Muses

Dear Zombies.

It has been three months since my last confession. I was in a dark place. My day job became unbearable. Well, beyond unbearable... Work had been bad for at least a year and a half. A tipping point was reached in September and I made a change. Took a Job in Michigan and carted all my shit six hours west of Chicago.

The move was the best of all possible choices and an epic upgrade in the quality of life for Cthulhu and myself. Traffic is a thing of the past, and I feel freer. More grown up.

The stress of the old life creeps on me. Instigating an eye twitch that has been plaguing me for several months.

I hope to be creating again soon. Writing or painting or photography. Unpacking has taken much of my time over the last week since I made residence in the great mitten state.

It is so unfortunate that the stress of work life in Chicago crippled me so. Cycling thoughts caged my fickle inspiration.

Cthulhu - Adorable Cat Moment #20

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IT (1990) - The Ontology of Clowns, Balloons and the Bloody Sink

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We all know that the most common form IT takes is Pennywise. A pale faced clown with red hair and an oversized forehead. But, what is the it of IT? Below I will explore the ontological fabric of Pennywise the Dancing Clown. What frame work supports Pennywise’s existence? How does this support operate in the subject to maintain the continuation of the clown’s presence?

The word “it” is a third person pronoun that captures the spirit of Pennywise. An entity who exists only in so far and to the extent that it is believed in. In this sense, he is wholly dependent on his victim for his power. Pennywise’s sensory intrusions, bloody photos, bloody sinks, balloons, sever to shake the ideological fabric of the victim.

Cthulhu - Adorable Cat Moment #26 Nosferatu and the Box Troll Cat

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Dear Zombies: I hate Emails.

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I hate how savagely an email can ravage my mind. Thoughts of counter attacks and chess move ping pong my mind. Weaving insidious revenge stress. Boiling demands for justice. Oceans of hatred. Fabricated enemies leveling up to nemeses.

Reason. Is this such a big deal? Some email? Some strings of code weaving through the nether. Should I care? Be bothered? Even after gathering the thoughts of existential fruitlessness. I am still sleepless. Tossing across the pillows. Restless.

Cthulhu - Adorable Cat Moment #25 Texas Caturday Massacre Edition

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Photography: Chicago's Shiny Gas Station

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Some photos from last Tuesday. These were taken about 0930 during a break in the rain. It is the end of the world! Ain't it pretty?