I've always run on stupid luck. Stupid luck is different from dumb luck. Dumb luck just happens. Stupid luck happens when you consistently land on your feet despite how stupid you're being, and how much self-sabotage you're throwing your own way. Stupid luck is enough to make a lesser person believe in fate. I've largely avoided this even though I can trace all the consequences of my adult life down to one kiss in the Arboretum sometime 12 years ago. No, if anything that's made me more aware of long term and unforeseen effects.
But back to the stupid luck. Nothing terrible has ever happened to me despite my slacker nature. I've always managed to end up okay. At times it was very stressful not knowing what would come next because I didn't have a plan. But there it was, suddenly, an answer at the last minute. A way out of my dilemma. A fix for my situation. Granted, it never ended up being a fix that ever sent me onto bigger and better things. No. It just maintained equilibrium. I wasn't fucked but I wasn't progressing.
And here I am, turning 31 in a few short months, no longer depressed but still doing stupid, self-limiting stuff. Doing the bare minimum. Not finishing up school. Not going to work more than I have to. Not finding a new place to live just yet even though I have no place to live May 1st because that shit's just always worked out for me. In a band that's playing out and around but not getting out there, even though that's really all I've ever wanted to do since I was 12.
This has been rolling around in my mind a bit for awhile, especially since we've been under threat of eviction for months. Except now it's actually happening. And here I am with not enough money and not enough time to fix it. Waiting for stupid luck to help me out yet again. My supervisor, who if you will recall is aware of this forum and aware that I am a Discordian (and has yet to sign up, as far as I can tell), pulled me outside for a smoke today to have an off the record chat with me to see what's going on with me. She told me I'm not in trouble, but my lack of enthusiasm is noticeable (She can sympathize, but at the same time, she wants to make sure she doesn't end up writing a crap review for me in the fall). And she's right. I'm comfortable in doing the bare minimum. I'm comfortable going nowhere slow.
Stupid luck is the very theistic god of the very fortunate procrastinator. But now I'm thinking, how much better off would I be if I gave stupid luck a hand now and again? And surely, I can't rely on it for the rest of my life. The time has come for me to burn down the trees and blow up the boulders in my path, rather than allowing the path to take me past them.
Doing nothing for now,
Your favorite Nephew
Sounds like you're coasting. You can coast through life, but it sounds like you're waking up to the fact that it's a lot more rewarding to point the fucker at a wall, jam the accelerator to the floor, and find out just how fast you can go before you hit it.
TO THE MOTHERFUCKING WALL, TWID!
Quote from: Nigel on April 06, 2012, 04:52:28 AM
Sounds like you're coasting. You can coast through life, but it sounds like you're waking up to the fact that it's a lot more rewarding to point the fucker at a wall, jam the accelerator to the floor, and find out just how fast you can go before you hit it.
TO THE MOTHERFUCKING WALL, TWID!
Exactly. I'm not even playing it safe. I'm playing it lazy. You can hope that a boat stays on a current, but it's just much better if that boat has a captain. And I gotta face it. I'm kinda a spazz. I don't take well to stress. Just because I end up okay doesn't mean I need any grief in the process.
And why not just fucking get there bloody quicker with more silver in my pocket with more destruction in my wake? :wink:
Also, don't expect me to post until after 7 pm Boston time later on today. :lulz:
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on April 06, 2012, 05:24:23 AM
Also, don't expect me to post until after 7 pm Boston time later on today. :lulz:
Have FUN!
Tomorrow is Passover and also the first day of my biomed class so I am not sure whether I'll be around the computer much at all, all day. Possibly in the afternoon for a bit.
Quote from: Nigel on April 06, 2012, 06:38:02 AM
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on April 06, 2012, 05:24:23 AM
Also, don't expect me to post until after 7 pm Boston time later on today. :lulz:
Have FUN!
Tomorrow is Passover and also the first day of my biomed class so I am not sure whether I'll be around the computer much at all, all day. Possibly in the afternoon for a bit.
Oh the first thing I'm doing is working on the Waffle Iron comic.
Actually that's a lie. The first thing I'm doing is returning Team America (which Villager finally saw due to my intervention) to the one video store that I know of that I also apparently owed $26 to from like three years ago.
Not that I need to drink more, but I think tomorrow might be a bloody mary night. I've taken a liking to V8.
Interesting. I think I had largely the same experience. And am also 31.
And I also feel like I have been "coasting" most of my life (great term btw, Nigel)
(Until at some point (5 years back) everything came crashing down and ... well, that's what happened. It sucked, and I had to fight a bit and--no if I file that under "coasting", I'm doing myself injustice, it was quite a struggle, but all in all I don't think it could have ended up any different given the circumstances.
Anyway I won that round, I really did, and it's behind me and now I'm wondering about a lot of the same things you describe.)
Actually this is the first time in my life I don't feel like I'm treading water anymore, but just standing at a "plateau" where it means if I just keep doing what I'm doing I'll keep having what I'm having. Which is something I've been wanting to attain since quite a while (10 years back maybe). Don't get me wrong, it was never intended as a destination or end-goal, not at all, never. It's a lookout-point. For now, there is no chaos, no currents pushing me or drawing me, no big expectations, no big responsibilities, not very much of anything actually, it's quiet :) But the important point is,
every step I take from here will be of my own volition and that's fucking beautiful. The shitty thing is my (metaphorical) legs aren't nearly as strong as they used to thanks to before-mentioned crash, so I'm kind of standing here wondering "Hmmm...
Now what??"
However, Twid, there is one thing. Are you
sure it's stupid luck? Maybe that's the wrong question. Are you really not selling yourself short here? Because while I'm totally getting you:
"Thing have the tendency to turn out okay" used to be my biggest motto in life.
Yet still, I have never really felt the need to attribute this "tendency" to luck, be it of the dumb or stupid variety. It was always either just this "tendency", purposefully unexplained like an emergent property, or other times explained by my brilliant cleverness, strong moral principles, ability to listen and empathize with people, intelligent creativity, or being this amazing sort of laid-back guy that doesn't take shit too seriously. Oh and of course my stunning good looks.
Are you SURE it's not those things for you, Twid? Wouldn't that explain things a lot more solidly than "stupid luck"?
There is of course the possibility that you are right and I am wrong, but come on let's be serious.
Quote from: Nigel on April 06, 2012, 04:52:28 AMSounds like you're coasting. You can coast through life, but it sounds like you're waking up to the fact that it's a lot more rewarding to point the fucker at a wall, jam the accelerator to the floor, and find out just how fast you can go before you hit it.
TO THE MOTHERFUCKING WALL, TWID!
This, however, despite all the things, is something I haven't yet figured out how to do.
I probably will at some point, if the time is right. But I don't think my wall will be like Nigel's wall or Roger's wall, or more accurately I haven't quite figured out how to work this damn accelerator yet.
Also sorry Twid about this post being mainly about me. Being in sort of the same spot (minus the eviction part) I felt it might be the best way to relate. I hope there's something useful in the story for you? (otherwise, just carry on)
Not sure. Ill have to reexamine to figure out if i did anything to help it.
Your awesomeness must have played some part, I'm sure!
Well i have a bus ride to recall the past ten years. :lulz: ill give you a better response when i get home.
Alright, I was a bit distracted on the bus, but lets go through it right now. So my parents got separated in my senior year of high school, which was a contributing factor in why I delayed going to college, plus I wanted to focus on my band that I was in that never really did a whole lot of anything except for like, one gig at Framingham State University, except for those two talent shows in high school. Gigging is hard when you're all not 21 and your guitarist kinda sucks and you don't have any demos and the internet hasn't fully developed yet. Well, guess that means that I have to get a job. My girlfriend has a summer job. I wonder if they would take me. Sweet, I got hired for the summer job too.
I asked if I could stay on past the summer and they said no. I went to go apply at the Jamaica Plain Branch library as a Librarian's Assistant. Looked like I was going to get the job. Oh but hey, the summer job said I could stay after all since there was a stunning lack of people working there, and they have flexible hours. I'll keep that. Well, the band broke up and me and the girlfriend broke up, but that's ok. The nice lady down the street who lives in the same house my mother grew up in that my grandma sold over a decade ago pays me to watch her birds when she's out of town. Well, mom's selling the house and dad went back to Ireland, and mid-sister left for Pennsylvania on a whim and never came back. And mom's a crazy alcoholic who's annoying the shit out of me. Hey, though, bird-lady's going to take me on as a boarder!
While this is going on, a friend of mine has latched onto me so much that she's driving me nuts as well because she's always monopolizing my time and complaining about how she doesn't have a job. But that's ok, it's my 21st birthday, so I'm going to get blind drunk (It was quite sad too. She was the only one with me on my birthday aside from mom). Let's go to the liquor store! Hey they're hiring, I'm going to ask the guy for a job application and give it to her. She asked for one too. Well damn. Now she's expecting me to fill this thing out with her. I'll just turn down the job if I get hired. Holy shit, not only did they not hire her, but they hired me instead! Now I no longer have any free time to get sucked up by her! And I'm making new friends here! One got fired for being asshole to the owner. Well, I'll still hang out with him from time to time now that I've managed to detach myself from that other friend because she got a boyfriend.
Hmm. That cashier that started today is kinda hot. I have another friend working with me who notices this and we talk about it and all that sort of stuff. Hey it's my 22nd birthday and Vinny's tired of me not asking the cashier out. Little do I know he invites her out to go to the bar with us and then tells her that I'm interested in her. Oh cool she made out with me! Now I have a girlfriend! Bird lady sold the house and I don't know how to look for apartments. Mom's going to let me sleep on the couch! That kinda sucks but I can save up money and stuff (that doesn't happen btw).
Girlfriend and I go to Europe. We stop in Ireland for 3 weeks because we're broke and stay in dad's apartment. Dad's acting crazy because he's crazy. Ask grandpa if we can stay down at his and grandma's place. Grandpa gets mad and says he won't be having any of that nonsense (he means premarital sex, but just can't say it) under his roof. Girlfriend and I have dated for a year and haven't had sex yet- she was a virgin, I was not. Girlfriend is pissed at grandpa and says something about if we're going to be accused of it we may as well. Sex! Finish trip up in Paris. Sex! Girlfriend hassles me into going to college. That's cool because working at the liquor store sucks monkey balls.
I'm sick of living with my crazy alcoholic mom. Coworker mentions that she needs a new roommate but she doesn't know anyone who needs an apartment and doesn't want to get stabbed by a crazy person on Craigslist. I say that I'm a crazy person but I won't stab her. Apartment! Girlfriend breaks up with me. That's ok, I can watch Cops and America's Most Wanted all alone on Saturday while roommate is out having fun. Get a phone call at work because I don't have a phone of my own. It's that friend of mine that got fired from the liquor store. Says he's starting a band and needs a guitarist. His sister (who some of you will know as Villager) is going to play bass. Band! Gigs! Holy shit, GIGS!!!! WOOOOOO!!!!
Roommate goads me into asking to be supervisor. Promotion! Being a supervisor sucks. Roommate goads me into applying to be Dr. S's assistant, a job I am in no way qualified for. Holy shit I got the job! Salary! Start dating roommate. Break up with roommate. Band broke up. In a fit of anger of how it was done, Anarchangel is formed (actually this is the one thing so far that I took charge with). Roommate and I need to get a bigger apartment. Hey, her other ex-boyfriend needs two roommates! Dr. S fires me for not being able to adequately perform a job I was never qualified for to begin with. Hey my old boss is going to take me back as not a supervisor! No unemployment and I can continue to work on the same floor that I have been since 2000 and keep my state mandated insurance. Paycut and hour cut though. :|
Start dating Villager. Villager uncomfortable with me living with ex-girlfriend. Mom's got a spare bedroom now! Mom sold the house. But it's my 30th birthday and my friend from high school needs a roommate!----->recent history.
Damn. That took me an hour?
Wow. I would try to summarize my last ten years but it would take me a year and 300 pages. :lol: I have more or less the opposite problem, which is that I don't know how NOT to take it to the wall at top speed. I tried for a while, with ML, but that... well, it put a strain on me. It's not natural.
A big part of it is that I don't actually know where the wall IS, and I have a driving need to find out, as soon as possible. This can serve me well, or... not so much. It's great for business, but hell on relationships. If I actually found a partner who had the same fire under them I have no idea what would happen.
Quote from: Nigel on April 07, 2012, 05:58:55 PM
Wow. I would try to summarize my last ten years but it would take me a year and 300 pages. :lol: I have more or less the opposite problem, which is that I don't know how NOT to take it to the wall at top speed. I tried for a while, with ML, but that... well, it put a strain on me. It's not natural.
A big part of it is that I don't actually know where the wall IS, and I have a driving need to find out, as soon as possible. This can serve me well, or... not so much. It's great for business, but hell on relationships. If I actually found a partner who had the same fire under them I have no idea what would happen.
I kinda feel like the blind guy who people keep pushing out of the way of the train.
Also, guess who's moving in May 1?
If you said the landlady who lives in Florida, you'd be correct. I always figured they were trying to push Pickles out from the get go. Fortunately, it seems like stupid luck is starting to put together a plan B. Question is, will it be in time for May?
ATTENTION WORK LOCKER:
Actually nevermind, I want it to be a surprise tomorrow morning. :lulz:
From the content of this post I see a lot of similarity between us Twid. In the earlier parts of my life I found myself consistently influenced by others. I had lots of vision, but almost no initiative for my own ideas. It also so happens that we are nearly the same age. I just turned 30 a month and odd days ago. I'll post about my crap another day in another thread.
I may have more to say later, but am unsure that I can say anything useful. I sincerely wish you the best in you endeavors, and hope your "Stupid Luck" continues to hold out!
BTW, what would be a proper name suitable to a kinda benevolent god of stupid luck?
My inclinations is to say Just Kidding or Gotcha. But ill ponder if there is apreexisting god that fits the bill
Manannan mac lir which i will explain in about trn min when i get home from my guitarists other bands show (on foot now)
DISCLAIMER: Yeah, I'm a semi-theistic polytheist. Pretty sure this is established but in context of thread I feel it bears repeating for the sake of the metaphor. Also, I have no set theology (except on one matter), so where the semi comes in is up to my mood, except on Wednesdays when I am most definitely and atheist, or occasionally, a cacotheist. The thing I'm about to relate refers to the birth of my primary deity, Lugh Lamhfada/Lugh Ioldanach (He is my primary due to the fact that he is a musician. His Greco-Roman equivalent is Hermes/Mercurius). This is an Irish god, as is Manannan (Greco-Roman equivalent is Neptunus), but Lugh is not the point here. Manannan is. I also deliberately chose a non-Greco-Roman deity for this purpose for reasons I can't really figure out. I will also use (possibly poor) Greco-Roman cognates where appropriate for more accessible mythological context
So, ok, a long time ago in an Ireland far, far away, there was there was this blacksmith dude named Cian (no cognate. Pronounced KEE-uhn) and his two triplet brothers. They're not important here. Anyway, Balor (cognate: some weird cross between a Titan and Cyclops in the X-Men sense, since one of his eyes was poisoned. Spelling is archaic, so as far as I can tell it's pronounced as on the label) had some sort of blacksmithy dealing with the three brothers. A cow was stolen from them by Balor and taken back to Tory Island. Now it should be noted that Balor's Druids once predicted that he would be killed by his grandson like Oedipus or Jason or some shit like that so he locked up his daughter on Tory Island (which is off the coast of Donegal. Also, the Titans here belong to a race called the Fomorians, which loosely translates to "under-sea people" who oppress the Tuatha De Danann, who are the gods proper of Ireland). So of course he locks up his daughter Eithne (pronounced EN-ya. Yes. Enya. translation, I believe is kernel) like any mythological spag would do in such a situation.
Well, Cian has a stolen cow, and Balor has a hidden daughter. Cian just wants his fucking cow back, because, I don't know, it's an expensive cow. I'm a city dude. I don't know about the value of cows. How's he going to get his cow back? Oh hey, I'm Manannan mac Lir (MAH-nah-nawn mahk LEER). I have a magic boat. I also have a Druidess who will magic you up some cross-dressing (yes, magical cross-dressing). Let's go to Tory Island, since I have a boat and I have no reason to go there other than to bring you there because why not?
Well, good old Cian gets a makeover from the Druidess Birog (BEER-ogue) and hey, there's this virgin chick in the tower who's kinda hot. I'm going to see what happens if I reveal to this woman who has never seen a man my manliness. Oh, also, she's apparently ovulating at the exact same time. Ok, Manannan, I fucked Enya and got my cow back, oh and I gave Enya a ring in the likely even that she gets pregnant so that my child, most likely a son considering these kinds of stories, will be recognizable to me when I meet up with him again as is probably 100% going to happen.
Well, Enya had an abortion. No just kidding. She had triplets. Because triplets run in the father's side of the family. Balor thinks to himself, "I'm definitely going to die now... unless we kill the babies." (spoiler alert. Balor gets killed by his grandson, but we've seen this story before, so it's not really news). "yo, henchmen, I want you to literally throw the babies out with the bathwater. Take those fuckers out to the shore and chuck them in." Well, don't you know, on the way one baby fell out. This baby was rescued by Aphrodite Thor Amaterasu Manannan mac Lir. Oh by the way, Manannan is Tuatha, just like Cian. But Manannan has no opinion on the Fomorian oppression. Anyway, he sees this baby with the ring (don't ask me how this one triplet got the ring. It's a fucking myth) is brought up and instructed by Manannan, who apparently can't be bothered with hanging out with other Dananns or telling them about this mystery kid until he makes his triumphant debut (this kid of course is: Lugh Lamhada [LOO LAW-watha (Lugh Long Hand)] and Lugh Ioldanach [LOO ILL-dawn-ukh (Lugh, skilled at everything)], my primary deity, who being skilled at everything is also an accomplished guitarist who has played with the likes of Joe Satriani, Carlos Santana, and that guy playing at the bar who is the tits but will never go anywhere).
Also, who do you think taught him everything? The Man, Emcee Lir. Where did Lugh get that totally awesome yacht whose helm is telepathically linked to its captain? Oh yeah, that guy. Totally awesome sword for slicing through armor like butter? M to the Lizzle. When Lugh was an adolescent destined to free the Tuatha De Danann from those Fomorian bastards? Some sort of seafarer needed to get him to the Irish mainland so that he could show off his schmancy ring and go "hey motherfuckers, I'm good at everything, make me your king."
It should also be worth noting that I also revere Manannan as a tertiary deity, not because of any of this, but rather because I see him as a psychopomp and expect him to be the first face I see when I kick off and get chucked into the ground. Also, he has three legs and the Isle of Man is named after him (also I love parentheses).
Perseus. You were thinking of Perseus as the dude was s'posed to kill his grand daddy... and then got rescued by.... Poseidon.
Quote from: Doktor M. Phox0 on April 29, 2012, 04:30:38 PM
Perseus. You were thinking of Perseus as the dude was s'posed to kill his grand daddy... and then got rescued by.... Poseidon.
It seems that European sea gods have some sort of orphanage in place.
Quote from: The Twiddlerat0r on April 29, 2012, 04:33:56 PM
Quote from: Doktor M. Phox0 on April 29, 2012, 04:30:38 PM
Perseus. You were thinking of Perseus as the dude was s'posed to kill his grand daddy... and then got rescued by.... Poseidon.
It seems that European sea gods have some sort of orphanage in place.
I know, right? But anyway, that's a pretty cool story, though I'm not so sure that Manannan is quite the god of stupid luck. He seems, to me, more like the god of deus ex machina. Which, while similar, is not quite the same, follow?
Quote from: Doktor M. Phox0 on April 29, 2012, 04:43:12 PM
Quote from: The Twiddlerat0r on April 29, 2012, 04:33:56 PM
Quote from: Doktor M. Phox0 on April 29, 2012, 04:30:38 PM
Perseus. You were thinking of Perseus as the dude was s'posed to kill his grand daddy... and then got rescued by.... Poseidon.
It seems that European sea gods have some sort of orphanage in place.
I know, right? But anyway, that's a pretty cool story, though I'm not so sure that Manannan is quite the god of stupid luck. He seems, to me, more like the god of deus ex machina. Which, while similar, is not quite the same, follow?
Hmmm. Possibly. I might have to rethink.
Maybe Cian's the god of stupid luck since stuff just happens to him. He comes to a rather unfortunate end though, which allows for a nifty bit of revenge for Lugh and more magical goodies to kill the Fomorians.
Also, I realize now that the ring bit wasn't Lugh, it was Bres. An easy mistake to make- both are half Fomorian and half Tuatha, and I consider them to be opposites- Lugh can be said to represent summer and Bres winter.
M to the lizzle...... :lulz: :lulz: :lulz: :lulz: :lulz:
Quote from: The Twiddlerat0r on April 29, 2012, 05:01:05 PM
Maybe Cian's the god of stupid luck since stuff just happens to him. He comes to a rather unfortunate end though, which allows for a nifty bit of revenge for Lugh and more magical goodies to kill the Fomorians.
Also, I realize now that the ring bit wasn't Lugh, it was Bres. An easy mistake to make- both are half Fomorian and half Tuatha, and I consider them to be opposites- Lugh can be said to represent summer and Bres winter.
Cian might work, yes, though seems more like a patron saint of stupid luck than a full on god. Which might even be better, though. :lol:
How about the main character in Being There?
Not familiar with it?
I wouldn't wish the Irish pantheon on anyone.
Quote from: The Twiddlerat0r on April 29, 2012, 05:01:05 PM
Maybe Cian's the god of stupid luck since stuff just happens to him. He comes to a rather unfortunate end though, which allows for a nifty bit of revenge for Lugh and more magical goodies to kill the Fomorians.
Very neat story Twid!
Maybe this Cian's right for the stupid luck bit. Maybe he's just living on credit though. Hmm... makes me think that the stupid part of stupid luck might be more like getting a karma loan. Get all your nice, happy, auspicious events early in life, and only have to pay up by having a truly horrible end. I think there could be a real market there if there was some way to make it happen!
Charmed Life Ensurence Agency. "Don't pay 'till your last day"
Please sign here, prick index finger and press here for print, and please allow up to ten days to process the hair sample from your eldest child or next of kin.
If I could get someone like Loki to underwrite this it would be awesome. Damn my agnosticism! It makes it almost impossible to know who to Call and whether or not I dialed the right Number.
So, since Villager and I were concert hungover from Rammstein last night, she and I hunted around the internet for apartments together. Well, she came across a posting in Chinese that I ran through google and got this:
QuoteSingle room occupancy in the three-bedroom, large living room, large kitchen, quiet, tidy and clean, room size is about 15 square, a bed, desk and wardrobe. 5 minutes walk to the red line subway station of Wollaston station to UMASS the Boston.The surrounding park, tennis courts and supermarket. Leased to a single Chinese scholar or student, no alcohol, no smoking, no bad habits, hygiene. 450 knife price, including water and a short rental or long-term lease can be.
So, me, deciding to be a bit of a smart as, typed up a response into google and put in this (retranslated back into English, reconstructed from poor translation where needed):
QuoteHello, I apologize if the translation is poor. I use Google. You can tell I am not a Chinese scholar, but can also be, then maybe I can be in a better way to write this message. Since you are fluent, perhaps you can help me with my homework, if I decided to become a Chinese scholar. I think your condition(s), you do not want smoking, drinking, bad habits or health hygeine. I can meet most, although I might have trouble with not born bathing. If I think I need a shower other place to go for two days. With alcohol, I will do the same, because I'm Irish, we need to survive not seriousbecause, the water is toxic [to us].Please let me know if you are interested, I hope you have a great day.
Quote
Well, I'll be damned I got this reply in English:
QuoteHi Kevin,
>
> we still have one bedroom available now .
>
> when do you want to move in ? How long will you stay here?
>
> Can you intruduce some about yourself? Student or work?
>
> Thanks!
>
> We understant your Chinese after google translating to English 。。。
>
> Andy
To which I responded:
QuoteHi Andy,
Well, I'm a bit of a joker, as should be obvious. I work part time at
Brigham and Women's Hospital, and I'm also a gigging musician. I'm 30
years old, and I often stay over at my girlfriend's apartment in
Dorchester over the weekends. I'm a little shy at first but get along
well with most people. I would hope to find a place to live by the end
of the month but would be able to move in as soon as next week. I
would stay as long as I can. My girlfriend and I are in a pretty
stable long-term relationship, and she doesn't want to move out of her
place until she's ready to buy a house, and I hate moving, so I'm on
board with that. I probably won't actually learn Chinese. Well, I
might like to pick up some phrases here and there!
To be honest, I didn't think you would actually respond, but if you
like we can set up a time for me to come by and check the place out,
introduce myself and see where it goes.
Thanks!
-Kevin
I guess being a smart ass pays off sometimes.
Aside from that, I'm checking out two other places this weekend.
Quote from: The Twiddlerat0r on April 30, 2012, 04:25:13 PM
Not familiar with it?
It's actually a rather short novel. I read it for my English literature list in high school. I quite enjoyed it, actually.
The main character is a slightly retarded person, who keeps quiet most of the time because he usually doesn't quite understand what's exactly going on. People around him mistake this confusion for extreme thoughtfulness, so that the few times he
does open his mouth, they interpret it as a brilliant insight. This takes upon a life of its own and he becomes famous and/or advisor to a powerful political figure, or something like that (I forgot what exactly) and the simplest things, when they make no sense, are assumed to either be joking or probably too cryptic and intelligent for them to truly understand, because after all, don't you know who this guy is??! Cruising upwards in society, while all he's doing is just
Being There.
I believe it's told in first person perspective, IIRC.
Quote from: The Twiddlerat0r on May 01, 2012, 04:00:30 AMQuoteSingle room occupancy in the three-bedroom, large living room, large kitchen, quiet, tidy and clean, room size is about 15 square, a bed, desk and wardrobe. 5 minutes walk to the red line subway station of Wollaston station to UMASS the Boston.The surrounding park, tennis courts and supermarket. Leased to a single Chinese scholar or student, no alcohol, no smoking, no bad habits, hygiene. 450 knife price, including water and a short rental or long-term lease can be.
But it's 15 square what? Feet? Meter? Yard? Femtolightyear?
I think (hope) they mean its 15x15ft and not actually 15sqft. Otherwise im going to say no.
So ive been thinking about the implications of cian being the god of stupid luck. And ive come to the conclusion that while you get a free ride on the bus something unpleasant awaits you at the last stop. I think im going to get off the bus now.