So much ado...

... and yet I`m gonna talk about nothing.
A gruesome twin  attack in Norway that shocked and saddened me much more than the death of  a junkie singer; my working life turning upside down, bringing frustration and hope at the same time; the void left by stopping seeing some friends in my day-a-day; personal goals on the verge of being achieved - none of these have actually inspired me to produce a decent text.

I just wanted to write but there was too much ado to decide on what to say. I didn`t want to wax either philosophical or political, thus I decided to write about nothing. And here you are: a short post about nothing; the sheer writing for the sake of writing.

Maybe another day, when polemical and depressing topics become scarce, I might write about something useful. For the time being, nothing will do way much better.

Now, if you excuse myself, I`ll watch the South American Cup finals.

Soap Invader from Mars

He arrived on a hot sunny day, happy to finally meet the blue planet.

First thing he did was searching for some cows to abduct to his planet.

Then he made some fairy tales friends, ...

... and he rent a nice car to travel.


And he traveled! A lot!

Abroad, he made more new friends.

But he came back to see his 'special friend' again.

And took time to relax alone too, ...


... before going back with the smartest specie he could find on Earth.

Soudtrack: Ziggy Stardust, David Bowie

ET made with this.

I was looking for a job and then I've found the job

I think getting fired is comparable with breaking up with a boy/girlfriend.

First of all, it's not something that just happens. There's always a prelude, you start feeling it's gonna happen, like that feeling you have when you feel stormy wind and see a blackened sky - even though you just realize the signals after it happens.
You have the intuition something is about to happen, but you just prefer to ignore that and go on with the routine.

Then there is the fatal moment of "Can we talk for a moment?" You get shrives down your spine, you heart becomes a mad woodpecker and it seems there's something between you and the reality that's making everything too real. You KNOW the content of this conversation you're about to have, but you just try to convince yourself that's something else.
It's the moment of the arguments, reasons, explanations. All in vain. You are given no options and you end up just wanting to never see the person (or persons, depending on the company) again. But along comes the bureaucracy.

In case of a breakup, you need to get your things back and there's always something left that will make you see the person again.
In case of getting fired - and that's all what this post is about - you need to come back to clean your desk, to leave you documents, to get your documents, then there's something wrong with one of them and you have to come back there. Once. Twice. For the third time. For the tormenting fourth time. (that's where I am now, I'm praying is the last one and it's leading me into a long and anxious insomnia).

A couple of days/weeks after you have that mixed bitter happy feeling of freedom, but your not quite sure if it's good or bad, and just in order to feel comfortable and secure again, you wish never to have got fired/dumped from the beginning, even if everything and everyone is telling it was the best thing that happened to you.

*A post titled by a The Smiths song has always to be - on principle - a mourning one. Sorry.

8 days a week

I know Mondays aren't easy, but they're not the only day on which happiness choses to stay in bed.
What about Wednesdays? It's impossible to like it... There are no reasons at all to be happy on Wednesdays.
On Tuesdays, you're happy because Monday's over.
On Thursdays, you're happy because the next day's Friday.
On Fridays, we're in love.

But what's the reason to be happy on Mondays and Wednesdays?

Self awarness

I've recently discovered that I can't use a cotton swab and brush my teeth at the same time. Uhn... Good to know.