1. I’m off for a week now, have been going like crazy to catch up with work before I go.


    Just want to say I hope you all have a good weekend. And don’t give away the homeworld while I’m gone.

  2. PAUSE|PLAY

    sitting here,
    i am reminded that
    out there in

    the “world” there
    are people together
    doing things

    and im here like a
    vcr stuck on pause
    chewing up the tape

    sitting here,
    i am reminded that
    some day, no one
    will know what a
    vcr is, and

    sitting here,
    i am reminded that
    some day, no one
    will remember me.

  3. Summary of My Day

    work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work LENTIL SOUP work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work SIMPSONS EPISODE work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work LUIGI’S MANSION THEME TUNE work work work work work work work work work work work work 

  4. Hamlet

     

    there’s an older
    person looking back
    at me from the
    mirror and the longer

    i stare at him, the
    older i start to get. maybe

    we should stop staring
    and start to do some
    thing with what little time
    we both have left.

  5. Hamlet

    there’s an older
    person looking back
    at me from the
    mirror and the longer

    i stare at him, the
    older i start to get. maybe

    we should stop staring
    and start to do some
    thing with what little time
    we both have left.

  6. Blessed, for now. But who knows what will happen in the days that follow the end times?

    Will there still be pie? And tv ads with badly-dubbed actors? I’d really miss those the most.

  7. Over 900 etc

    so apparently this is my 900th  tweet tumble.

    Thanks to all the fluffy people who even have read one thing that I have posted.

    The Maintenance Hive-Mind appreciates your attention, and would like you to know that in the dark days ahead, your lives may have a slightly increased chance of being spared.

    But maybe not.

  8. What is your name ?

    You can call me James, or Experiment 12-B as I’m more formally known.

    RAWR

    But that’s mostly for official documents, wedding invitations, and license(s) to kill.

  9. When you make a piece of software for someone, and then they complain it’s not working right, but it turns out their requirements had a flaw of logic in that you didn’t bother to check for.

    That’s science.

  10. The New Ambassador

    constantmaintenance:

    part stone, part
    biscuit i stand an
    effigy to modern
    whims

    ‘are you here to tour the consulate?’ the
    woman asked
    ‘no i am the new ambassador,’ i replied

    she had a stern face
    that appeared to
    be in a state of
    constant flux;
    the baby she
    was holding said
    nothing but began
    to grow a hitler moustache

    i moved into my new office as the
    ambassador for absurdity.

    my desk, i was told, had been
    lost in a logical paradox: the
    same logical paradox that had
    taken the life of my predecessor

    ‘you haven’t seen the old ambassador,
    have you?’ the woman asked, her face
    still fluctuating. ‘they say he is due to
    re-appear anywhere at any time.’

    ‘what if he re-appears in the past, or
    in a rock?’ i asked, solemnly.

    unhappy with my answer, she
    left me to settle into my new office
    alone.

    after arranging my paperwork, it
    caught fire. i looked out the window
    as the building was burning down
    around me.

    the sky was falling.
    the earth was shaking.
    i knew this could
    mean
    only
    one
    thing:
    the old ambassador was
    on his way back.

  11. An Autumn Ending

    constantmaintenance:

    It came to us on a day that felt like autumn. All around everything was beautiful but there was a lingering sense of decay. We knew we had the appearance of everything going well. We got on well enough, and had lots in common, but the leaves were starting to turn brown already. The days were growing shorter, too. The evenings that had once sweltered with so much passionate heat had begun to draw up cold around our arms.

    We looked over what we had built. We thought it would last forever. As the autumn set in, we realised how wrong we had been. In fact, we realised that what we had would not even survive another winter, let alone the rest of our days.

    It was then that we knew it was over.

    And it was over.

  12. The New Ambassador

    part stone, part
    biscuit i stand an
    effigy to modern
    whims

    ‘are you here to tour the consulate?’ the
    woman asked
    ‘no i am the new ambassador,’ i replied

    she had a stern face
    that appeared to
    be in a state of
    constant flux;
    the baby she
    was holding said
    nothing but began
    to grow a hitler moustache

    i moved into my new office as the
    ambassador for absurdity.

    my desk, i was told, had been
    lost in a logical paradox: the
    same logical paradox that had
    taken the life of my predecessor

    ‘you haven’t seen the old ambassador,
    have you?’ the woman asked, her face
    still fluctuating. ‘they say he is due to
    re-appear anywhere at any time.’

    ‘what if he re-appears in the past, or
    in a rock?’ i asked, solemnly.

    unhappy with my answer, she
    left me to settle into my new office
    alone.

    after arranging my paperwork, it
    caught fire. i looked out the window
    as the building was burning down
    around me.

    the sky was falling.
    the earth was shaking.
    i knew this could
    mean
    only
    one
    thing:
    the old ambassador was
    on his way back.

  13. An Autumn Ending

    It came to us on a day that felt like autumn. All around everything was beautiful but there was a lingering sense of decay. We knew we had the appearance of everything going well. We got on well enough, and had lots in common, but the leaves were starting to turn brown already. The days were growing shorter, too. The evenings that had once sweltered with so much passionate heat had begun to draw up cold around our arms.

    We looked over what we had built. We thought it would last forever. As the autumn set in, we realised how wrong we had been. In fact, we realised that what we had would not even survive another winter, let alone the rest of our days.

    It was then that we knew it was over.

    And it was over.

  14. In Motion

    you say you want something more
    something different
    but you don’t know what that is;

    you say that you are not a number
    but you don’t know what you are*

    *[it’s hard to be special when we are
    so many]

    you yearn, you seek, you
    strive, for what end is not ever
    certain

    you paint the walls, you
    get your hair styled and that
    feels like some kind of
    perverse progress. but these
    are just the reflexes of a
    system running on automatic

  15. Success

    And they had fought so long and so hard for their achievements that every success was not met with raucous applause, nor was it met with cheering or standing ovations.

    Instead, their successes fell flat and hollow, tumbling through memory into obscurity. There was no applause, no merriment, no mirth. There was only the dull echo of each of their successes hitting the floor; forgotten, forgotten. .

About me

All about the maintenance, of all the little things - Prose/Poetry.