I’m not sure if I’m a fan of Chuck Palahniuk. Some days I think I might be. Other days I’m less sure. There is something about him that makes the idealist in me balk… but then the darker version of me is all tight smiles and nods of acquiescence.
I suppose its mostly dependent on whether I’m liking humanity today. Or not. Which again is probably a factor of how hungry I am, since I have now, in my old age, realized I interact with the world through the epithelial lining of my gastrointestinal tract.
I’m so hungry right now. OKAY, we’re invading Poland!!
… is probably not how it went. But who know.
In any event. This morning I saw this… which I thought it was quite cool.
I mean if you’re going to inflict pithy wisdom on people adding a skeleton graphic is almost guaranteed to make it better right?
Or maybe that’s just me.
I have a deep affinity with all things skeletal, since, well… its basically the most robust form of ourselves… in terms of order-of-decay I mean.
In all honesty. I hate washing dishes… and almost always take on this task with a deep sense of self-pity and grouse. Although maybe I hate digging trenches more. I mean if we are going to rank things that I will complain about. Trenches are the worst!
Dammit. I am never going to be happy!
Fuck you Chuck Palahniuk.