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'Lil Joe
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: People
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Young, English, with an accent that forever makes it sound like he's speaking with a mouthful of marbles. He's the one on the site holding the ladder, or watching you dig.
But he's entertaining in his own right, He juggled hammers for us while we all watched, until one struck him squarely in the hardhat.
And there was the time he tried to pull a piece of red-hot tie wire out of a chuck of ice he was melting with his tiger torch...
Now you're watching as he straddles a piece of rebar, feet planted firmly on a concrete form, 20 feet in the air, rebar jutting into his ass while he mimes some offensive tomfoolery for us.
And I find myself thinking "What could possibly go wrong now...?"
Wandering around construction site, aimless
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Dreams
- Hits: 1938
(Overtired, day off today. 8 hours broken up by repetitions of the same dream...not quite a nightmare, but not a pleasure either)
Awoke several times in the night, always the same dream, wandering around the construction site, always dark, evening or early morning, beneath the scaffolding, stepping over two by fours, rebar, countless obstacles and hazards, wandering the site, lost, in the dead of night. Awake, try and shake dream, fall asleep, it repeats...
the competition of fools
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Miscellany
- Hits: 1996
Wherein the roommates ask about my day and I tell them, much as expected, outside all day, 12 hours, blizzard, sprain my wrist, broke my toe, lost my nose to frostbite, they feign interest but it's really just a sedgeway into how their days went.
"Brutal. 67 emails, had to watch 6 hours of video on the computer, all fascinating stuff but there isn't enough time, I only got through 18..."
I know this. Is the competition of fools, they're so long retired they don't remember what misery is. And, to be sure, I'm always pushing the boundaries, but it's a little like listening to the 16 year old princess tell her friends how her parents must hate her because they bought her the wrong color of Porsche for her birthday...
The Weather
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Miscellany
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I've never paid it too much attention, but with the new job and all, working outdoors, it's become a bit of a priority.
Every day last week all of the forecasts were wrong. By a lot. Highs of 5, 7, 10 degrees, only once did it break 0.
The easiest job in the world must be that of a weatherman. I could do better tossing bones or chickens into the air. And provide quality entertainment, but then maybe everyone would see the news for what it really is ... entertainment of the basest and most inaccurate kind.
The roommates, they're addicted to the weather channel, watching it and noting when it's inaccurate, nonetheless quoting me the next days, weeks best guess as if it will help.
It never does. Better to dress as if it was going to be 10 or 20 degrees colder than their forecast, it usually is.
But the ads, for incontinence diapers and bladder control shorts, they say it all. They've found their audience.
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