Contrasts (a.k.a. Upon Using Colons like a Smug SOB)

Part 1: A buddy of mine is in the dumps.  He's been there before.  I can understand a lot of what he's saying, not to the extremes he faces, but to a lesser extent.  All the same, I want to be an enabler of awesomeness for him.  It's foolish because I don't think I can really do that.  But I'm a-gonna try.

Part 2: My boss's boss's boss promised to talk to me saying, "we'll sit down sometime next week".  He raised his eyebrows and said: "and I talked to (that person that did your second interview)".  Hm.  "Okay," I said, thoroughly expressing my confusion and disappointment.  Not a good move, but hell, I was confused and disappointed.  Back to that "being a floating ball of patience" thing.  Cross-message?  He told someone that I was on the move, right in front of me.  He can say that and not sit down with me this week.  Great.  I won't condemn the whole company for the actions of one person, but when it's your boss's boss's boss, well, that's not a great sign.

Part 3: I just got done listening to my litter-mate's musical endeavors.  Wait.  If I haven't explained before, "litter-mate" is my term for the people you went through orientation at work with.  Anyway, B and me have been going back and forth for a month now and he finally remembered to bring me a CD of his stuff.  It is pretty good, terribly filthy rap.  I have a pretty good idea of which parts are his.  I listened to it twice and am still working on some of the words.  I would love to be able to go back to work tomorrow and talk to him about some of his riffs or whatever they're called.  I think it's awesome that he's doing what he's doing and am inspired to work harder to do what I do.

Mix all parts, heat to a simmer, then allow to rest.

God, I'm fucking linear.  I could probably give myself credit for being very good at being linear, but all the same...  I put down the above three points and see a triangle.  I want to help my buddy.  I want to help myself.  My litter-mate helps himself better.  I want to emulate my litter-mate.  Then I can help my buddy and myself.  Quod erat demonstradum?  Oh fuck no.

That recipe I published last time had three parts, but do you think you could separate them after they were put together?  Course not.  Any bean you push aside is sticky with cheese and leaves behind some of that "bean juice" from the can.  Hilarious.

Nothing's as simple as a triangle, shapes, one-to-one relationships.  It's all analog, messed-up, untriangulated, chaos.  If you can make sense of it, you're lying.  But that doesn't help anything, so here's my plan: it's time for my buddy and me to have another music recording session.  That's the lesson for tonight.  Here's the twist: I'm gonna dog him to lay down a track too.  Antagonizing friends, well, that can make better friends if done correctly.

I hope.