The Ferret is Restless

I am. It's not just because work's been scheduled crazily or anything. I'm in a mood where I need to do something, probably partially based on re-reading Transmetropolitian and comparing it to things going on now, and it makes me want to run around whacking people. Usually at least somewhat specific people. Or, at the very least, write things that will make them quaver in fear at the very mention of my name! Like that's gonna happen.

But, yeah. I really need to move on, get out of the sitauation I'm in now. In several senses. I'm leaning towards wanting to be a journalist. Something I've considered before and not done anything on. But yeah, I'm not satisfied with my situation in life. And not satisfied with the world as a whole, we're in the bloody 21st century, after all, damnit!

I need something in which to channel my talents and energy, before I end up shaving my head and running around screaming at people and generally just going insane. Maybe I'll go and try and write.

PS: Everybody register to go vote, it's important, damnit!

On another subject...

I wonder. How do people heal from some things? Some losses? Or do people not so much heal as just decide not to talk about it, think about it, and pretend it's not there and just hope the wound doesn't get bumped?

Transmetropolitan warps my brain

But in good ways, sometimes. I was out walking around today, just on grass barefoot because I could, and had a thought that I turned into a little I dunno, story thingie. It's still rough draft, but when it's done, I'll probably post it publicly, with the CC noncommercial/attribution license, so people can post it, if they feel so inclined.

Oh, and I found a couple "Rock Against Bush" CDs at Borders, which were actually priced reasonably, as well as just amusing as hell to me, so I had to pick them up.

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