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enok
Jan 29 2004
05:42 am

here i sit, waiting; nothing to do but to do nothing. i sit, waiting.

i should be, i could be, but i’m waiting.

once i was waiting, and he said you look as if you are waiting.

i said yes, i am but would rather not it be known to all…

of course that was my dealio, not his.

waiting waiting waiting waiting.

who makes the waiting stop? is it mr computer? is it mrs. internet? or is it, it, it, bananaman. i do believe it is not bananaman, because he isn’t here, nor is he ever very useful in these situations.

ba ba bum.

(that must be read with intensity the ba ba bum part…)

i know not. hwehewe.

ohwhell.

physical change influencing personality in america. live from sioux center it’s the observation netowrk.

most simply i guess you could say, well, ok not simply, and i’m not going to say it.

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Adam
Jan 31 2004
10:24 am

If our souls live forever—and that usually makes me very scared—then we will either be waiting forever and eventually go mad from it, or we will be outside of time. And that means that life will bear almost no resemblance to this current life on earth. There won’t be taste, anticipation, boredom, development, thought processes, light, vision, temperature, infatuation, watches (obviously), TV, politics, history, theatre, or airplanes.

Maybe it will feel like we’re doing something, always forgetting what happened 2 seconds ago. Which means we can always be forgiven for our twenties. Maybe it will be like we’re experiencing everything at once, and so we just focus on one thing out of that everything, and hold it tightly. But the tighter we hold it, the more we’ll realize that it’s not what we thought, but something else. And we’ll keep squeezing it and it will keep changing. Until we turn around and realize that we never started squeezing in the first place. And we’ll be excited to start with something else. All at the same time.

Maybe we’ll take vacations back in the world of linear time. Or go on mission trips back into linear time. Like if we want to play Dance Dance Revolution at the arcade one more time. That’s what I’d do. Or I’d jump off a cliff. Just to be able to check it off the list. Or be a guardian angel.

Oops. Time to go to work. I’ve got an eight-hour shift today. Long shift. Hope I don’t get too bored.

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BBC
Feb 03 2004
02:45 am

Attention Surplus Disorder (ASD) isn’t pretty.

Every day brings and increasing number of people to the realization that they have this dread disease. The victims of this new acronym are easy to spot. They are the ones who actually like waiting. They are the people who can stare at a leaf in wonderment for hours. These people often haven’t known boredom for years.

The tragedy here is that often sufferers of ASD are so busy staring at the wonders of creation in rapt attention, they don’t have time to do the things that we Americans take for granted as the things which make us alive. ASD sufferers frequently have no interest in television — niehter the commercials nor the stuff that happens when the commercials aren’t on. ASD sufferers are often dificient in that componant of our psyche that encouarges us to go to the mall and exercise our purchasing power. Finally, ASD sufferers lack the motivation that non-ASD people take for granted. While most ASD sufferes can still hold down a job, they seldom experience the rush of anger that the rest of us feel when being cut off on the road. ASD sufferers would rather spend some time contemplating possible reasons why the person who cut them off did so.

ASD sufferers are rarely hyper.

Won’t you help the victims of this scourge of a disease? Every day, more and more of them lapse into happy lives of patience and contentment. This lifestyle threatens our national economy, our mass media industry and our hyper-kinetic national psyche. Please, give now to develop ways to get ASD sufferers back into the excitement-boredom cycle that the rest of us take for granted.