- Anyone who works insanely long hours may no longer wear the fact like a badge of honor. They must instead preface any discussion of their extremely long hours with, “I am a chump.” For example, “I am such a chump! I was at work until midnight last night.”
- I should be able to hear the subtle noise of fingers sliding on guitar strings in more songs.
- While I am talking about working late and songs, Josh Callaway and I shouldn’t have to be in the office at midnight, like chumps, to be able to blast our music as we work. Don’t get me wrong, I am not decreeing that anyone else in my office be given this privilege, just Josh C. and me.
- Anyone who sends spam, through email or by commenting on a website, should be kicked in the groin until unconscious.
- EVERYONE in the world should educate themselves about what spam is, and how to recognize it. Anyone who buys from spam should be kicked in the groin until unconscious for making spamming a profitable business practice.
- My hair should NEVER rub the roof of any car, no matter how compact, that drives me nuts!
- I should be able to wear this mustache to work without everyone who talks to me laughing their heads off. OK, that isn’t fair, I was laughing my head off too.
I would decree more, but I am too tired. Feel free to make your own decrees in the comments.
I have lots of stuff to write, and lots of half-written stuff, but I have been working like a chump for too long. I have reached burnout stage again. A couple of days ago I was sitting at work thinking, “Man, I need a vacation! I just want to get into the car and drive!” I had a weird feeling of deja vu and found that it was almost exactly a year ago today that I wrote California Stars.