Archive for October, 2009

Oct200928

Solomon King

12

what is your deepest fear, young man?

Come. Let’s sit down and have a brutally honest heart to heart. What I’m about to say…  well, it’s going to hurt.

“What is your deepest fear, young man?”

There comes a time in a man’s life when he looks back at his achievements and hangs his head in shame. When he curls up in his bed and hopes to never wake up. When he realizes that the last odd years of his life have been pathetic and worthless. When he realizes, above all else, that he is a failure.

You were on the right path, but somewhere along the way, you fell. Hard. Really really hard. And the stupid thing? You liked it down there, wallowing in the mud. Thrashing uselessly like a pig in a pile of dung thinking you’re making progress. Yet all you’re doing is turning aimlessly in circles. Not moving one single inch, and yet drowning yourself in shit.

You watch your friends succeed. The very same people you were miles ahead of before you became paralyzed by stupidity, by impatience, by mediocrity, by apathy, by swag, by arrogance and by Godlessness. And now you’re at the back of the pack, limping uselessly, believing yourself to still be ahead of the game and yet seething with enough jealousy to melt their faces off.

Pure, absolute bollocks.
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Oct200912

Solomon King

13

the thing about long weekends

Friday was a public holiday, and I won’t even bother explaining what that meant.

The really awesome thing (and simultaneously frustrating thing) about extra long weekends is this;

Thursday feels like Friday. Then Friday reaches and you cannot tell whether it’s Friday or Saturday, and by the time Saturday comes around, your mind and body are so blissfully messed up that on Sunday, you’re so confused you don’t quite know what to do about it.

Last weekend was a particularly long (and blissful weekend). The annoying thing about extra long weekends is this;

If you’re broke, you’re screwed. If you have nowhere to go, you’re screwed. If you have no social life, you’re even more screwed. IF you’re all the above, God help you.


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Oct200906

Solomon King

19

Kayla

Today… today… my heart is heavy.  Today I feel the walls of despair closing around me.

Today, I am helpless.

Today, I am a child again, whimpering in a corner, sucking my thumb, eyes shut tight, tears streaming down my face and praying… praying hard that when I open my eyes, all will be well. You will still be here, and there will be light in my life.

The soft music wafts through my memory,  a sensual lilting diminuendo that only you could play. I walk in from the courtyard, and you’re seated at the piano, eyes closed, swaying slowly to the sad slow melody. You look so beautiful, Kayla. I watch you for hours as you play, lost in your world.

You are wearing that dress that I loved so much. White, with faint floral patterns. I loved the way it loosely hugged your body, and then flared and pleated and swayed and swirled around your feet. And when we danced, Kayla, when we danced… when I held you close and you looked into my eyes…
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Oct200905

Solomon King

15

Massive Geek-out! a.k.a this is how mad-scientists get started.

Howdy, world. Apologies for a massively neglected blog. I bring you tidings from the world of dastardly dangerous dragons and deadly delectable damsels in distress (more commonly known as business and life).

I have been doing a little too much running around for my own good, but hopefully, things have achieved a semblance of calm and the chaos has subsided somewhat.

Disclaimer: I think on some subliminal level, I’m trying to make up for the weeks without blogging. a.k.a this post is LONG. You’ve been warned.

Now, having thus dispensed with the niceties, I shall let you in on the single most momentous occasion in my extremely faceted life ( we’re talking about the geek-facet of me this time).

First, though, a little history. Okay, it’s not so little, but bear with me, aight?

As a kid, I loved taking things apart to see what made them tick, much to the chagrin of my long-suffering father. It didn’t matter if it was wooden, plastic, metallic, electronic…  If I could reach it, it was going apart. And of course I’d try to put it back together, and most times, it would fail to work again.

As I grew older, I began experimenting more with making my own stuff. That made life a little easier for dear old dad, but the neighborhood suffered in turn. See, these things I was building needed parts, and the parts they needed most were wires. The kind of wires that chain-link fences and barbed wire are made of. So my cronies and I would traverse the neighborhood, roaming far and wide, armed with pliers, all sorts of metallic accessories, and most importantly, teeth. In our wake, we left countless homes defenseless and property owners seething with righteous indignation.
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