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Every Waiters Nightmare
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Dreams
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(A few nights ago the restaurant filled, 19 tables inside, 4 on the patio, I was the only one on. It was every waiter's nightmare. Some of the customers got it, some didn't, I couldn't even begin to keep up with the apologies, let alone the service. Summer is coming. And surviving the nightmare I knew there'd be dreams...)
That I'm in the restaurant, people coming, going, the restaurant but not this restaurant, the same but not, and everyone is arriving and ordering and I'm not keeping up, despite it not obviously being all that busy, making drinks, clearing tables, forced into idle chit-chat by tables that don't understand...
...and I realize that I'm dreaming, that I don't have to be doing this, I can do whatever I want, yet still I continue to make their drinks, bring their food, wake up, fall back asleep, to the same dream, realize that I'm dreaming this, accost one of the customers for sex, she consents, people around are trying not to pay attention, but it's my dream after all and I'll do whatever I want, I break from sex for a minute to go and pour some drinks, bring some food, get back to her, she didn't think she'd be getting lucky, she must be dreaming as well, she's taken the break while I'm running around to start to trim up her bush, rug, she's grown it a bit Kootenay Style, ...
...from her to another customer I didn't realize was here, shes staring at me in shock and horror, me, fornicating away in the middle of the restaurant, "What? You want sex too?" I ask her, she demurely looks down and quietly answers "Yes"...
(A restless dream, not good, never able to escape the restaurant, the expectations of others, not, despite the content, even the least big sexy, more about how I've made myself slave and prostitute to the expectations of others...something to think about.)
Friday 13th
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Miscellany
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A couple of weeks ago, paranoid, I'd be pulled over by the cops (and there were lots), it'd be a shit night at work, something always goes wrong...
And trying to root out the source of the superstition, I remembered first hearing of it when I was a kid, maybe 6 or 7, my mom was reading to me "Tom Sawyer", and it came down to that scene where Tom and Huck are digging for buried treasure, only they realize that it's Friday the 13th, and so give up and reschedule. No spoilers here. But an amusing recollection...
Cousins, Cannonballs, Kootenay Camps
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Images
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From Batshit, an old photo with his annotation on the bottom (amusing):
And, exploring:
(Boulder with lichen, good textures)
(moss covered car seat/sofa, great for a fashion photoshoot...)
(Outdoor plumbing. Just because your in the woods doesn't mean you have to use the woods.)
(old mining equipment)
(and a cache of old milling balls. Which I'm going to rebrand and call Kootenay Cannonballs...from the war for Independance of ...nevermind, they're cool, they'll sell)
The Spectacle of Grief
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Rants
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There's been a tragedy, it's all over the news, 24/7. the spectacle of grief, young lives cut short, an accident.
There's fundraising and in-depth profiles of the victims, pictures at the scene, interviews with spokespeople for the survivors, people that knew them, family, friends.
Commonplace utterances, things like "We'll miss them" and "They brightened our lives" and other such banalities, they shouldn't publish this, air it, but the news, they're in the business of tragedy, of grief, and this is great. The "human" angle, how ordinary people cope in the face of extraordinary adversity, imagine, it could be you, your loved ones, your family, wife, child, husband...
There's fundraising, because, well, because money mitigates grief, huge sums are raised, the community comes together, rallies, people from all around the world donate, exceeding all reasonable expectations, the survivors, they can afford the best of medical care, the fatalities, well, they can have statues built in their honour, the line between victim and hero is blurred, no longer are they victims, they're martyrs, heroes, inspirations to us all...
Now, on the news, darker tales emerging, people "exploiting" the tragedy, selling merchandise, twee sentiments and support emblazoned on Tee Shirts and Ball-Caps, without proper accreditation or generous charitable donation of royalties, the media is outraged, this tragedy, it was theirs alone, for the amusement of their viewers, their sponsorship, their paid adverts, the thought that anyone else might stick a finger in their pie, well, it's incomprehensible, villains, indignation, disgrace, scandalous, more news, more sponsorship, more ads sold, buy, buy, buy, life insurance, extended medical coverage, no one rejected...
There's been a tragedy. It's called The News.
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