Just Pat

"...all language about everything is analogical; we think in a series of metaphors. We can explain nothing in terms of itself, but only in terms of other things." (Dorothy Sayers, Mind of the Maker, 1941)

: Name: Pat; Location: West Michigan

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"It's the question that drives us, Neo"

"Okey dokey.. free my mind. Right, no problem, free my mind, free my mind, no problem, right..."

"I imagine that right now you're feeling a bit like Alice, tumbling down the rabbit hole."

"Never send a human to do a machine's job."

"It's like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad..."

"Choice. The problem is choice."

"Why do you do it? Why get up? Why keep fighting? Do you believe you're fighting for something? For more than your survival? Can you tell me what it is? Do you even know? Is it freedom? Or truth? Perhaps peace? Yes? No? Could it be for love? "

"I know Kung Fu."

"You have to understand, most of these people are not ready to be unplugged. And many of them are so inert, so hopelessly dependent on the system, that they will fight to protect it."

"I still like candy."

"There is no spoon."

"You didn't come here to make a choice, you've already made it. You're here to try to understand why you made it."

"Buckle your seatbelt, Dorothy, cuz Kansas is going bye-bye."

"You take the blue pill, the story ends...you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland and I'll show you how deep the rabbit hole goes."

"Welcome to the desert of the real."

"Good! Adaptation, improvisation, but your weakness is not your technique."

"What is real? How do you define real? If you're talking about what you can feel, what you can smell, what you can taste and see, then real is simply electrical signals interpreted by your brain."

"Unfortunately, no one can be told what the Matrix is. You have to see it for yourself."

Thursday, November 11, 2004

The Construction Chronicals, Part 2

I've got to get out of public health. There's no real do-re-me money in it. You know where it is? I just found out.

(No, it's not me in the photo and not my plumber, but cool photo, right?)

Oh.
My.
Gosh.

I had no idea. None. And this plumber was going easy on me because he's a good guy (yes, really) and he knows my resources are limited.

It's going to cost me more to run a drain pipe to the attic, run to the toilet and shower area and t-d to the kitchen, than the price I'm refusing to pay for finished kitchen cabinets up there. More than one of my paychecks before taxes. More than my heating bills for the year.

I just watched my deposit walk out the door. It hurt to say goodby to that check, but we had to part. There's no escaping it. An apartment needs a toilet.

I should have been a plumber.

I've calmed down now, but I have this urge to play Donkey Kong and run Mario into those little barrels over and over again.

2 Comments:

FemmeMode said...: somebody will thank you....

and you won't have to share that HUGE bathroom with anyone! (oh, I'm talking the one on the second floor!LOL...); 3:16 AM
Pat said...: No, they'll never thank me. Can you see me showing the apartment to a prospective renter, opening the bathroom door and proudly announcing, "And this third floor apartment has a toilet!"; 6:50 AM