New Zekeland

Ahhh, Frostburg. How I miss thee. Feeling even better after the weekend up in that area. Feeling even better after maybe trying to get a game night going. Just feeling better.


No gospel today.

This weekend made me almost feel human and alive again. The bbq was a great blast for me. Loads o' fun. After reading Brian's blog, I am sort of glad that I missed out on the fun afterwards. The river fire that Morgan, Matt, and I had was very enlightening. Much was discussed. The movie after the fire, a choice piece of shit entitled The Invisible Dead, rated in the Never Again category. I thought it should be applied to such a category as films that never should have been made. This crappy film had no point whatsoever. The nudity was beyond explanation. Half of the time, I couldn't figure out why the women were naked. But anyhoo, Cowan's Gap was fun as always on my latest saturday trip. Actually did some writing this weekend. This is a rare instance this summer. The norm for me has been a feeling of blankness that does not lend itself to the art of composing. This weekend was a breakthrough. A poem and an essay thing. I might post the essay thing if I type it up. So maybe things are looking up. Maybe things will right themselves. Maybe I will find a job. Maybe just maybe I will become a contributor. Nah, I think I will just go and get drunk instead.

To end this reading of the Gospel According to Zekius, I leave you with this:
"Is it any wonder I am not crazy? Is it any wonder I am sane at all?" Song heard on the radio on the drive to HCC's computer lab

Well, the weekend brought no new news on the job front. I did have a family reunion on Sunday that was very pleasant. One of my cousins has a little girl with red hair and vivid blue eyes. She is the cutest thing that I have ever seen. Her very presence speaks worlds for having children. I almost want to procreate just so I have the possibility of begetting a child such as her. I know that sounds bad, who would want a child, an impressionable young mind, in my incapable hands? I wouldn't. Enough of this waxing paternal. On Saturday I went to Cowan's Gap with Matt and Ryan. This pleasurable experience adjusted my opinion on lake swimming (provided the lake is relatively clean). I got a little sun, actually a pretty bad burn on my arms and neck. But it was a very nice day and loads of fun. The wierdest happening of the day occurred in the water. A fifty to sixty year old woman seemed desperate for conversation and identified me as the most likely canidate. Five minutes of useless gabbing ensued. I ran out of the water to escape her inane observations. However, this got me to thinking. I might make a trip up to the gap before the event on saturday. If anyone else wants to go with, just let me know. So maybe the despair hasn't sunk as deep as I thought.

To end this reading of the Gospel According to Zekius, I leave you with this:
"What is this salty discharge?" Jerry

It is getting bad. Very bad. The madness and depression are sinking in pretty deep. The endless job quest is really what is getting to me. And the sense that my life is completely worthless. That sense isn't helped by not being able to find a job. Oh well life goes on. And so does the wretched boredom.



To end this reading of the Gospel According to Zekius, I leave you with this:
"Madness takes it toll." The Rocky Horror Picture Show