I've tried everything. I've hauled it out and rebuilt it, I've been over it with a fine tooth comb, tried new fuel, everything. The damn thing still won't work right. I'm really at my wit's end.
So I took a short break, I guess, and listened to an old Confederate Railroad song, The Queen of Memphis, smoked a cheap cigar in my office, and swilled some coffee. Thinking, you know, "What would Payne do?" Took a short walk outside, texted a friend, and said something pointlessly nice to our receptionist, a sweet lady with truly unfortunate looks.
Then I watched a road runner the size of a goddamn chicken cruise across the back 40, and it was poetry in motion at about 30MPH, just beautiful. It wasn't hunting, I think, I'm pretty sure it was running just for the joy of it, because maybe that's the only mode of pleasure you can fit into a brain the size of a thimble.
Then I chatted with a couple of my guys, you know, mostly as a way to give them a bit of a break from a tedious job I have them on, and wandered over to the back of my building again, and called my grandfather just to say hello.
When I got back into my office, wouldn't you know it? The damn thing works again.
Okay for now,
Dok
Sometimes the harder you try to make something work, the longer it will sit there like a brick, giving you exactly nothing. Sometimes you have to get up and walk away, and not even think about it while you're walking away; you have to be the roadrunner, make your brain the size of a thimble for now, and just walk. Look around. You don't have to think about what you look at, either; in fact, you shouldn't. Just look.
And then, often enough, when you get back, it'll be working again.
Quote from: The Lord and Lady Omnibus Fuck on May 04, 2010, 06:06:05 PM
Sometimes the harder you try to make something work, the longer it will sit there like a brick, giving you exactly nothing. Sometimes you have to get up and walk away, and not even think about it while you're walking away; you have to be the roadrunner, make your brain the size of a thimble for now, and just walk. Look around. You don't have to think about what you look at, either; in fact, you shouldn't. Just look.
And then, often enough, when you get back, it'll be working again.
I need to do this more often. It's amazing what a walk outside can do for your head.
It's Nigel's Universal Cure-All for Everything:
GO OUTSIDE. :lulz: