Dispatches, thoughts, and miscellanea from writer Jon Konrath

Category: general

  • Super Mario music torture

    I left my car at the dealership to get the oil changed, so I walked a few blocks thismorning on my way to work. It reminded me of when I was in Indiana and didn’t own a car at all, when I had to walk everywhere. It sucked, but there were times when it was…

  • Analog First Third

    I’m taking lunch about an hour late because I got into a rhythm with some balloon help stuff and spaced out the time or something. I’ve been thinking more about writing, and what I should do next. I’d like to try another scifi story, some sort of cyberpunk thing that has some weird morality plot…

  • Teach Yourself ________

    I did a mini-inventory and found I have “teach yourself ____” cassette and book sets for Spanish, German, Swedish, and Italian, yet I speak none of these languages. I have a problem with learning languages. I knew a woman that knew like 6 languages, and learned Japanese in like a weekend or something. It made…

  • Not much

    Not much here – watching movies, sitting around. Austin Powers was a good flick. SNL is on now…

  • On writing an email-based porno server

    I can’t remember the name of my contact lens. It is a special kind for astigmatism, but I can’t rememner the fucking word. I hate it what this happens. Anyway, the sun is out and it actually feels like a May day. Oh – I guess yesterday was May Day. And the day when the…

  • Cell phones, drug wars

    More rain, and I’m really tired. Not tired, but compressed and dehydrated from too much caffeine at a late hour. I’ve been drinking 7-UP in an effort to recover. I’m still pretty jumpy. I signed up for a cellular phone, mostly as a precaution to my next inevitable automotive disaster. It’s through some freaky corporate…

  • It rains in Seattle

    Rain. Despair. Bleakness. Running through the twilight. Sorry, just trying to sound all gothic. It really is raining though. It’s almost May and Seattle thinks it’s only February. Things are somewhat confusing here, but not things I’d talk about in a journal. It’s hard for me to censor myself about things, since I’m so used…

  • Pot pies for independence

    I was going to write last night, but by the time I remembered, it was today. The trip back felt like a daydream, the darkness around me. I drove from Longview to Seattle in about an hour 45, pretty good for the slight drizzle that dewed the hills of asphalt under me. It was a…

  • From Longview

    This is my first journal from Longview – I drove down last night. The trip isn’t too bad, but getting out of Seattle was a real bitch. I spent an hour going about 20 miles and then the next two hours going about 100. It’s nice that the trip is all in the daylight now.…

  • Steamshoveling into a basement

    I can’t wait to get all of my journals into HTML, so I can change the font so they all look like Motorhead album covers. Last night, I taped about an hour of my rambling about Summer Rain. I set up the camera and taped it on the VCR using a VHS tape running on…