The Cave of Ickis

01:56 pm ~ June 2008 ~ Week of 06/23/08

Typical.

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01:13 pm ~ June 2008 ~ Week of 06/16/08

People can have emotional residues left over from pleasant or unpleasant experiences. Places and items can too - they can project emotions - or at least give people the feelings of certain things...

But maybe the things with the greatest emotion residue are songs.

Never use your favourite songs as bandaids when you are recovering from something emotionally traumatic. That song with take on some of that emotional residue and forever be tainted.

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01:03 pm ~ June 2008 ~ Week of 06/02/08

Ok, that's a lie. I'm down, I'm unhappy, I'm over being so. I don't want to visit. I want to move out now. Stupid valleys and stuff.

I think the world would be a better place if I didn't have to deal with it every day.

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12:06 am ~ May 2008 ~ Week of 05/05/08

Once upon a time there were blogs written here. Then some more. And some time later, more again. More, more, more.

But looking back, the problem is determining authorship. Who wrote them again?

And if my mind goes away, will there be nobody left to write for me instead?

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12:20 pm ~ May 2008 ~ Week of 05/05/08

Hello.
I am Ickis's mind.
I have a bit of spare time to chat since Ickis has gone mad. This is happening more and more frequently.
It's a little concerning.
I think a holiday is in order.

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01:49 pm ~ Mar. 2008 ~ Week of 03/10/08

It's weird that tomorrow is the day that I and many many people like me have been working towards (mostly reluctantly) for the last six months. And yet if they are like me, they no longer care.

It's weird how things just end and new things spring up in their place.

How even though everything is new, it will be just the same.

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11:49 am ~ Feb. 2008 ~ Week of 02/18/08

Who'd have thought fixing a leaky toilet could set me back $2.50

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08:39 pm ~ Feb. 2008 ~ Week of 02/11/08

Hate them. With their beady little eyes, too small to see, and their crawly little legs that get on me, and my furniture, and my sink, and my cupboards, and try to get into my foods, and my tasty cereal packets and everywhere they can go. I hate their segmented bodies that smell like acid when you squish them. I hate that they don't drown instantly when you try to wash them. I hate them. I've been imbued with a hatred, bred from too many days and nights of trying to stem the flood of the hideous creatures.

They will rue the day they infested my house.

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12:29 pm ~ Jan. 2008 ~ Week of 01/07/08

So much has happened in the last month, and yet nothing has happened at all.

Christmas and New Year happened, catching up with many friends happened, watching the turbulent sea from Point Lookout happened, floods happened... but it's all the same. Nothing has changed.

I am still confused about what I want my life to look like, changes are still happening at work without actually happening... it's like the worlds standing still waiting for March 15.

And the wind and the rain and the waves that crash into clouds and send salty foam flying over the trees reflect the turmoil that's sitting under the surface of all this "getting on with it". It's not just me, but I'm not going to deny I feel it. I don't like losing control. Maybe that's why I enjoy watching the weather, it reminds me that I can't control anything, and that time washes over us like 15m flood waters.

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