cat and mouse..

..what a game. We all play, regardless if we're willing participants or just helpless pawns in this constant cosmic struggle that is life. Somehow randomness works well for me so after a seemingly random header the true entry can begin.
After a night tussled with dreams of werewolf alpha males and sugared candy canes I awoke, greeted by a reality that didn't seem any better. I hate medical checkups, whether it's the idea of urinating into a cup or blood tests, these days just don't sit well with me. Anyway as if I have a choice. Suffering another morning of utter government inefficiency I had the chance to observe the people around me. There's so much suffering around, enough even to make a pessimist like me be thankful for the simple blessings God has given me.
During my evening walk, which usually serves as a time of release and relaxation it was hard to ignore the uncollected rubbish around my neighborhood. Halfway through cursing the "powers" that be for the umpteenth today, I remembered that rubbish collection was a private affair. That's all we need, more private backlogged rubbish, as if we don't get enough of that in the newspapers, but then again private and newspapers pretty much cancel each other out.
Sometime ago I came across this nifty program named Google Sketchup, there was a write-up on it today, which jogged my memory and just before typing this, I was fooling around with it. Despite getting me incredibly frustrated and lagging my comp, I was actually pretty thankful to the little dodger, as it helped me remember why I never considered architecture..

TBC