Journals of Lord Malinov

the poetry of madness

biding

One of the problems (if I dare call it such) with being an attorney is that when it rains, it usually pours.  After a drought, a downpour is well appreciated.  It just reminds me how wary I am of the rain.  Or working, should I dare abandon my metaphor.

I am swamped, fixing my butt firmly on the leather.  Abundant monies will quickly reward my efforts.  I never even imagined how much I would gain by being a patent dude.  My brother suggests that I stumbled into a goldmine.  Perhaps it wasn't such a matter of happenstance.  I have always sought the furthest reaches of what can be accomplished.

You don't make a million dollars by creating a good product and selling truckloads, not without lots of hard work, anyway.  You make real money by working the system.  Find a good system and work it.

I highly recommend the patent system, but that's my game.  Go find your own field to plow.  Don't make me crush you!

Cats and I, enjoying our Prego's, suddenly found ourselves attending Tess' first choral concert of the year.  The church - St. Andrews UMC - is just incredible.  Tess sings like a songbird.  She takes after her old man in most of the good ways.  She's a lucky girl.

Through the turbulent early days of the breakup and breakdown, I always had faith that my relationship with my daughter would normalize.  Despite the bull spit that she was told, despite the fury she developed in this fog of mistruth, my faith never faltered for a second.  I have been impatient at times, for moments, but I have not doubted for an instance that she would eventually understand.  Understand that I love her the way only a father can.  Children are such a blessing.

The boys helped me survive those dark times.  Just hope we don't ride into your town, a whooping and a hollering.  Cain and his boys are not a force to be reckoned with.

I'm getting better at dueling them in FPSs.  Halo2 is the favorite, but a massive influx of Star Wars Battlefront on all systems gave us plenty of reason to relive the battles of the Galactic Civil War and Clone War.  They continue to dominate my sorry ass, but I have done my share of carving on the sprouts.  I'm not giving up this throne anytime soon.

The Devil wants you to hurry up.

The Devil wants you to go faster.

Slow down.  Listen to God.

Enjoy,

Carravagio
King of Cain

posted by: Malinov at 11:36 | link | comments (2) |

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#1  29 September 2005 - 02:46

 

well captain, it sounds like mffip is on indefinite hold. dang, we seemed so close too. ah well, glad we got to do some good partying. say hi to cats for me.

bluematrix

#2  02 October 2005 - 22:18

 

not a bit, mon frere. Just four days of helping out a friend who's about to pay the 200 big ones he owes me. Plenty of filing fees can be afforded with that bit of lettuce. M

Malinov

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