Warped things you learn from playing Paperboy

Having completely had it with everything yesterday, I dragged out the SNES and began playing one of my old favorites, Paperboy 2. Amazing what life lessons you learn in that game.

• Newspapers can be flung by ten year old kids with enough force to completely punch through windows and knock over fully armed robbers.
  
• That aside, what the hell. You can completely destroy various aspects of a subscribers life each day - make thier scarecrow run away, set the aged parents in the swing spinning, break the pane of glass the delivery men were so careful with in the driveway, hit your kids, drop the car your husband was fixing on him, knock over the trash, and turn the hose on your sister, but fucking break a window and they'll cancel their subscription. That's messed up.
  
• Dogs are not your friends. Luckily newspapers stop them too.
  
• People rotisserie their pigs alive. Why? Cause the pigs run away if you distract the chef.
  
• Little kids are not your friends either. Especially when they're throwing baseballs at you.
  
• Everybody in the neighborhood you're delivering in listens to badly rendered synthesized light jazz.
  
• Old men with lawnmowers are easy targets.
  
• Statuary will come to life and get you, either by breathing fire or ... something else.

I love warped realities.

Eve of the Angry Turkeys

revisiting the whole livejournal haiku thing this time brought me this piece of seventeen syllabled wisdom:

empire state building
as a one hit wonder but
the other single

*shakes head*

Been off kilter since I came home, and a nap only vaguely helped. Managed to crank out four (count 'em!) CD length mixes tonight, was in the middle of number five before my brain exploded. They still need road testing and mixmeistering, but overall they seem pretty tight, and I'm happy with them. Will post track list when I'm done. In the meantime I'm having a song moment again - this time with an old favorite that I actually listened to the lyrics of for the first time today and now I'm suddenly obsessed with (this would be The Cure's Just Like Heaven).

Tucked sundart into bed, had some very slow, very sweet kissing time with her, after which we lay in the dark and she traced the lines of my face with wondering fingers. Some days it scares me shitless that someone out there loves me this much. Some days I lie there with my eyes closed and desperately think I don't deserve this I don't deserve this I don't deserve this and try not to cry. Some days I manage to accept, and some days, to revel in it. Tonight... I just wondered.

I'm so tired, but I'm tired of sleeping, especially as it's completely stopped helping. I may retreat to the living room and scribble some. I'm in a writing sort of mood, and I know from experience that I gotta go with it otherwise I'll lose it.