Author: brianitus

brianitus is the alter-ego of someone who is more serious than he would like to think. Whenever he's not blogging, he's most likely working in the marketing department of a company not related to what he usually blogs about.

Faint Light in the Distance

Up on the roof, the serenity of the night time draws one to pause at the beauty of some of the stars and imagine the outline of the mountains.

Under a clear evening sky, I see the blinking lights of buildings across the valley. From where I stand, they are faint lights across the distance covered by around two to three towns.

From where I stand, I see myself as a tall and imposing figure ready to take on the evening. I am sure that across the valley, someone else is thinking the same thing. Maybe from where that person stands, I am visible only as something that is big as an ant under the faint light of the moon.

I Read the “Daily Prompt: Ancient” and All I Could Think of was This…

via Daily Prompt: Ancient

…Ancient?  Ancient Aliens!

Oh, oh, oh! Mr. Tsoukalos’ awesome hair!

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According to ancient astronaut theorists, he always wakes up looking like this (image from Wikipedia)

Back to regular programming.

Notes from a Dead Man

Life, as the cliched expression goes, is full of ups and downs. One minute you are on top of a hill admiring your handiwork; the next thing you know you see yourself rolling downhill — much faster than how fast you got to the summit.

I would love to believe that old Marlboro ad that said, “It isn’t the number of times you fall down, it’s the number of times you got back on” or something to that effect. I mean, my balls can take another bashing from another ride on a bull or this wild stallion I call my life but I have to admit that it is impossible not to feel tired at some point. The whole effort of picking yourself up and starting again is becoming a pain. Now I find myself scratching my head and asking myself, “What now, dude?”

I felt like I died on the last bull ride I had. I was dead before I fell off, at least in a figurative sense. If it were in the literal sense, this piece would be totally “ghost-written.”

Fuck that. I’m getting back on.

 

Killing “Urgent”

via Daily Prompt: Urgent

I have the perfect formula to get everything marked as URGENT.

It is really quite simple: Forget everything you are supposed to do, at least temporarily. Procrastinate and wait for all the reminders that your time is really limited. Just to be sure, start really late with your tasks.

I have the perfect formula to deal with everything marked as URGENT.

It is really quite simple. Don’t forget everything you are supposed to, not even temporarily. Do not procrastinate and wait for all the reminders that your time is really limited. To be sure, start early. Come in when everybody else isn’t around yet.

Yes, that way, if something urgent lands on your desk, arrives as email, or via carrier pigeon, or via express squawking, nagging boss, you would actually have time to deal with it.

 

 

 

You Thought of Something Gaseous

This is going to be a quickie.

I saw this one as I scrolled down my Facebook newsfeed:

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Among guys, a strong gaseous fart solidifies bonds. However, I am not too sure about the proper timing of farts in new couples.