a new crusade

I was pondering today about the grotesque company known to some as TPM. Total Property Management, the worst management company potentially in the whole world.

I concluded that perhaps the time has come for me to launch a new crusade, of sorts.... look up all the houses of TPM renters, and make friends with them all, and then begin a mass campaign against them. I would have all the renters over and inform them of their rights as renters, and then we would all work together to turn TPM into the pleasant, effective company it ought to be. It would be simple: I would be the organizer, and just make sure that every day a number of residents were making clear complaints (complete with threats, of course). And I would have to make sure that we were fulfilling our threats. Gotta keep the company in fear, you know.

I think the thing that keeps people from going out and getting things done like this is mostly fear. Fear and ignorance. If people really understood that whole "small and simple things" principle, a lot more would get done. Seriously: by small and simple things, great things come to pass. My organizing a small number of renters could seriously change BYU's off-campus housing, for the better.

I just have to decide if it's really worth my time. If I had some dedicated partners, that would be better. Hmm...

the mind of a fish.

So the last tenants before me left me a whole bunch of things when they moved out. One of them was a fish. He's a bluish purplish betta fish, and when I first moved in, he just looked so unhappy in his green water and yucky bowl. So I would sing to him, that one song from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory: "Cheer up, Charlie, when skies are grey...."

And now his name is Charlie.

And all my Charles does is sit there in his tank and swim around. I think about that sometimes. How boring I would find that life. Luckily he has me to be inhabiting the rooms in his line of vision, so I'm sure he's never TOO bored, except between the hours of 2 and 9 am. But I mean, if it weren't for me, what would he even do all day? All he can do is watch me live.

I went to my friend Christine's house today, to see what she'd done with it. The conversation turned to TV, and her roommate Leanne said something very wise: that she was sick of watching other people live their lives and it was time for her to live hers.

"And let us make our lives worth watching," I said.

I can think of nothing worse than dying and leaving no legacy behind. So dang it, I am going to leave something behind.

A first entry

Hi, this is my new blog. Don't you like its name?

It seems that I can't keep a blog for more than a year. For some reason, I always in fits of strange passive anger delete them and then later feel bad and want a new blog.

This is one of those moments. Welcome to my new blog.


....and PS, isn't it odd how my new blog is pink? I suppose I just experienced a strange burst of femininity or something. :^P We'll see how long it lasts...