Schrodinger's Cat: Rationalizations of an Existentialist (Part 7: A Justifiable School Shooting Scenario)

And of course as I start to typing this blog, the remnants of the IHSA State Speech Tourney kids arrive back at the hotel. And they're in a good mood. I'm in no mood for celebrations.

I was in a downer mood. When have I been sober and in a different mood this year? There were Rivermen games, but then came the unexpected, under appreciated (from a guest standpoint) nights as a concierge. Here's to hoping they're at least in the ECHL next season, that'll be worth dealing with loud, elitist high school bastards (it was the chess championships last week), white trash sports fan and those who do not have the skills to sell cars (they do Verizon better at the corporate stores).

I've also been dealing with the fact that these kids' mascot, the Terrier, has been nagging me the last couple days. What an annoyance? I think back to my little yorkie Maully and of that same freaking Jack Russell from every sitcom in of the 90's (because I'm in a downer, both Eddies from "Frasier" are dead), and there is no way they can intimidate their opponents. I'd at least put the word "Rabid" between the city name and mascot. Then again, when they're school gets shot up because some 618 redneck's arsenal falls in the hand of their depressed kid, the headline will read "20 Rabid Terriers Shot Dead." There will be people who will think, "that makes sense. What else do you do with the rabid?"

Rationalization 17: Facebook is for baby pictures, not politics.

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Schrodinger's Cat: Rationalizations of an Existentialist (Part 6: Humanity is Buscemi)

Difficult people, difficult weather, difficult blogging session. I'd like to quote "Common People" by Pulp (because everyone hates a...), but I don't want the blow back from my favorite employer.

If the far from needy loiterers weren't enough difficulty (just because your only eating at the restaurant shouldn't give you the presumption that your convenient parking is more important than those who are snowed in), I found this blog to be difficult to start. I could probably just go with a rant about the people who are difficult in my life (strippers, chat bots and fundamentalist Facebook friends...oh my), but I don't think this is the time for it.

Rationalization 14: Timing is Everything.

It's not my focus on the difficult that delayed this blog. The cell sales people I've been shuttling to the steak house haven't shown much gratitude, with the exception of crediting my drifting skills (who needs four-wheel drive), may keep me from finishing this blog tonight (2/15/14), but if I would have timed my cat tattoo hunt (I think I have something to use from "Kiki's Delivery Service"...RIP Phil Hartman), there wouldn't be any problem. Instead I may have shut that window without even having a sub-sub-subtitle for this blog.

You here timing is everything, and the successful all have seemed to be in the right place at the right time. Everyone tells me when they meet their significant others, they were not looking for that person. Maybe my depression stems from that right time never occurring. I can't even be "Die Hard" cool about it because if I was ever in the wrong place at the wrong time (outside the Illinois Central College's web design program...stupid programmers under cutting the fundamentals of design innovation), I could be the hero or at least get a great catch phrase out of it. Instead, my high points in Peoria is defined by the phrase, "Shut up Russ."

This is a great parallel to why I'm not taking antidepressants, I'd rather feel depressed than nothing at all. At least I'm not a poser like "Three Days Grace." It should be a rule that after a successful mainstream album, your songs should not try to seem so blatantly depressing. Unless you're talented, but when have we seen that out of a rock group in the last decade (to be kind).

I'm just saying focus on storytelling in terms of entire albums. At least when it sucks, you can say you're experimenting. Just make sure you have a multi-record deal and pop gold already prepared for the rebound album before becoming daring.

With that being said, how awesome is my sophomore film going to have to be (after all of together put "Main Event of the Dead, my pro-wrestling zomcom in the can. Get a treatment by emailing me at russthebus07@gmail.com)? Why am I teasing myself with optimism when windows are made to be shut?

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Schrodinger's Cat: Rationalizations of an Existentialist (Part 5: Cat Tats and Tatters)

I was a little stressed out about starting this blog. Not over the content, but whether or not I could deal with an over reaction to the post after I put that Facebook post and Tweet out there. This is how I make sure I keep up my writing, but also how I kill time at work. Post it too early in the evening, I may have to deal with the panic and my inevitable mental breakdown for a few hours on the clock.

Rationalization 13: Timing makes a cool tattoo

Backlash shouldn't be an issue since I started writing this after my first shuttle run, so I'll have traffic to slowdown my progress. Still, remember I am driving people around till 12:00 am CST February 8, 2014. Please hold back your phone calls and text until all of the hotel's guests are tucked in their beds or pondering whether or not they needed that late night stop to Al's. Don't worry gents, it shows up as B.A. Restaurant, Inc. on the credit card statement.

It may just be LLC...if I go into why I think that, I may not be allowed back in.

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Schrodinger's Cat: Rationalizations of an Existentialist (Part 4: The Catbus Arrives)

Maybe I should have titled this "Title Subject to Change (I gotta check out that Kevin Sullivan documentary)," but with the intent of every installment being a finale, optimism is required to get rolling. The upside is that I won't need to explain a title change since all I have to is post photos of my latest tattoo. Unfortunately, nailing the title down makes for a less than epic introduction.

Never thought I would be cursing the occurrence of downtime at my day job. There are so many other things to curse there. Like giving away jobs to temps (from agency I assume) once a temp (as in expendable) looking for benefits in the company finds the job posting. Call me inspired by the CM Punk walk out to post negative feelings about my current employer (not the hotel, Viva Samuel Clemons!) on the only blog where my real name is listed. I may as well re-iterate that TriStar Marketing lies when their application indicates that "having a felony does not necessarily disqualify you from employment."

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