Tuesday, June 23, 2009


i think a lot about robots. or, more specifically, how little i resemble one.

my employer, henceforth referred to as 'the doctor', seems to disagree.

the doctor believes that the more like a robot i am the better i am as an employee.

there are many indications of his belief. perhaps the most maddening is the fact that he monitors my piss breaks [but not my enormous water and tea intake]. whatever i drink i should have to urinate no more than the setting he has placed me on.

being like a robot, when not on a dancefloor, is virtually impossible for people. all people. but perhaps especially for artists who are working at their art as often as their day jobs enable them to.

point in proof: do robots think about robots? [no.] [unless they are programmed to.]


  1. you should pee in your chair...and be like well, this is what happens when you don't let me get up and go to the bathroom.

  2. oh, you assume i am allowed to sit. not so. to look alert one must stand.