It's Not Like The Books

So Constantine didn't suck. Okay, so I really enjoyed it. Sure, it really had nothing at all to do with the Hellblazer comic I've been reading since the sixteenth century or whenever it came out ( I believe Guttenberg actually ran the first issue on his printing press), but it still works. Toss in a whack of Catholicism, mix liberally with voodoo, sprinkle with alternate planes, and put Keanu in a two hundred dollar crisp white shirt, and I'm happy.

Again, I have the Bleaughs. I think if I just sit here I'll convert to primordial ooze. Have no energy. No ambition. I can spend three generations of lifetimes on the work I have to do, and I'm just sitting here. I blew off karate class last night, which is part of the problem. Instead, I drove around and did errands while Cher took class. Wondered why the LCBOs in the east part of the city always look so grungy, and why men think tank tops are a valid fashion choice. Last night it was if everyone was spoiling for a domestic fight. The heat is taking its toll on London.

Sat in the parking lot outside the dojo and just watched life stumble around me. Outside the gaming store I thought there was going to be fight, but it was just one overweight man getting het up about whatever it is gaming store people get het up about. Watched the Korean owner of the variety store come out, fire up a cigarette and hock a lugie into the parking lot. A minivan of Muslim women arrived, walking silently into a fabric store while their young daughters giggled and ran around.

I was amazed when over half an hour had passed, me just sipping a volcanically hot tea, bearing silent witness to a forgotten parking lot in North America.The other karate students came out, fired up with post combat energy, stealing each other's Kali sticks and giving pursuit. No one noticed me, so I wondered if the tea had a magical invisiblility potion mixed in with the teabag. Cher came out, and we drove home. Th e sensei asked where I was--and for the life of me I don't know why I didn't go.

I think sometimes our subconscious just wants us to shut down so it can work. I haven't just sat and watched the world go by in years. Too busy doing things that don't matter. Just like everyone else.