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A new year, and time for a new blog. They come far more infrequently don’t they? Oh well, I see no reason to write fluff if I can avoid it. I’d rather write less, that might be worth reading, than more that’s just junk. Well, I have a number of realizations, discoveries, and changes I thought I’d share with my still faithful readers.

First, and my close friends are more than sick of hearing about it but I don’t care, I have met a truly amazing girl. The time we’ve spent together the past few weeks (she’s currently out of town till classes kick back in) has done a number on how happy I’ve been lately. Will it go somewhere? One can never tell, but I know we’ve both fallen pretty hard for each other, and I could be pretty happy living the rest of my life this way. And it is a total reinforcement of that idea that you just never know who, when, or where you can meet. So I’m going with it, and loving it.

Second, and I know this is stupid, but have you heard of those shows WifeSwap and Nanny 911? Well, I had Fox on this weekend on a rare TV watching momeny and saw them. It was sort of like a train wreck. Well, tonight I was bored, and I put on…ABC I think it was, and there were an IDENTICAL pair of shows. I’m just amazed at the lack of creativity from the media. I know I shouldn’t be surprised by this, and who knows who copied whom, but really guys, can’t you try just a little?

Third. What was third? Crap…I knew I should have noted all this stuff ahead of time…Umm…Oh, duh. I think I’m going to get a tattoo this weekend. Depending on the cost, maybe two. And no, for those of you that know, it’s not the one on my back, this will be a good build up to that, because yeah, that one is gonna hurt. No, I’m going to get a Buddhist mantra on each wrist (high enough to be covered by a long sleeve shirt of course). I am definitely going to get the om mani padme hum mantra on one wrist, and another one on the other. I’m not sure which though. When I thought of it last night, it was just like a “duh, that’s obvious,” moment.

Fourth, I finally cleared some new writing. I finished the second draft of Walking, and a first draft of Freefall. And I’m feeling inspired to start something a little more ambitious. Both scripts are up at my repository at http://pc.celtx.com/profile/thequicksilver. You’re welcome to leave me comments on them, but in particular, Freefall is still very much in first draft phase, and I know that.

Well, I guess that’s all I have to report from my little world right now. I hope everyone’s year gets off to a good start.

Well, if there is one goal that appears to be in sight, it’s that of getting myself to a nice, healthy weight.  For some of you, you might want to stop here, because unlike most of America, I’m trying to gain weight.  And no, I don’t want any of yours.  Believe it or not, I’ve heard that joke already.

As of this morning, I am down to only about 3 pairs of pants that really, genuinely fit me.  This is good!  I tried an old pair of slacks this morning and realized I would totally blow out the button on them if I sat down.  Anyone need pants?  The only real bitch of it is that I have packed away about 8 pairs of pants this year that I have outgrown.  Most of which are not old.  I’ve just really been pushing this year.  So now I need to go shopping this weekend and probably drop my old stuff by the Salvation Army.

So, go me.  Even though I am constantly on the run, I’ve managed to get this on the right track.  Next up, winter bike training.  While weight is good, I don’t need it all going to fat.

"Ask me about me wiener!"

So I am lapsing into longer and longer periods between writing.  Oh well.  You can deal, right?  I should try to establish a routine maybe.  Or do more interesting things that give me funny stories I can tell.

So the Alpha Psi group went to see Urinetown in Wichita at the Century 2 theatre Friday night.  If anyone likes them some funny musical theatre and will be in Wichita, I highly recommend going to see it.  What was crazy was what I found when I got home.  The picures below sort of explain it.  Yes, that is a cactus balanced on the faucet.  My only guess is that my cat decided that the cactus no longer belonged in the window, and decided to rectify the problem with some unique rearranging.  How the clumsy ass managed to not skewer herself is beyond me.

I have decided to buy a house I think.  My landlord is looking to sell the place I am renting, and while it is cheap and convenient, I’d rather not deal with the hassle of a new landlord, new rules, and potentially higher rent.  Besides, at this point I’m really just throwing away $375 each month when I could be building some equity.  Making an investment.  There are some cheap, cheap houses around here that need some work, that when done, would net me a tidy little profit.  I talked to him about buying my house and the duplex next door, but it turns out they are substantially more valuable than I would have ever guessed.  I looked at a couple places Saturday, and am gonna look at another tonight or tomorrow.  We’ll see.

So I was over at Fark.com this morning, and I found this article about Dinosaurs Attack.  It was awesome because I have the complete set.  And the cards are every bit as cool, vicious, and graphic as they describe.  If you ever want to check them out, let me know, I’ll be happy to share.  Imagine if someone tried to market these today.  Really, I would suspect they just managed to slip through the cracks, but still.  Ahh, childhood memories…

After several days with the new guitar, I really am 100% pleased with my decision to buy it.  I couldn’t ask for a better sound for the money I think.  Granted, I’m wearing my fingers down to the nubbies, but it’s good for me!

You know, I really think that I should have my own theme song done by Rockapella. In fact, they should follow me around, singing it on cue. It’d be great. I’d just pop in people’s doors from time to time so they could “announce” my entrance.

Anyway, I know some people have been curious as to my AWOLedness on various fronts, so why not discuss life’s little happenings. First off, Sunday, all I can say is football. And let me tell you, yesterday was more painful than I ever could have anticipated. Stephen King I think had a hand in the Chief’s opener. Man. I won’t dwell though. I have won 2 out of 3 fantasy games, with the third one currently mine by one point. But we each have a player in tonight’s game, so it will be interesting. And this is the one I really want to win, too. Go me!

I have been hired to do a website for a local politician too, which is fun. Hopefully I can finish it tonight, I think that’s possible given a night of non-stop work on it. I started this weekend, came in to help out with some techie stuff, ended up getting the whole banana. That’s okay though, nice side money. But the great part is that the site was already mentioned in the paper, so really, it needs to be done like a week ago. Hehe. Good thing I work fast. Now, I just need no little problems to crop up, hehe.

Once that’s done, it’s off to help Dan with sets for Wait Until Dark, the PSU play for next month.

And after that, apparently judging debate in Indy this weekend.

Somewhere in between I have some stuff I really want to write. Hopefully before I forget it all, or lose the interest.

I can talk again though! My throat thingy all healed up, no more soreness, voice all back. That is one hell of a relief too.

There’s been other stuff too, but of a far more mundane nature. But, I just wanted some of you to know I hadn’t totally vanished. Because I know you all care and love me…hey, why are you laughing? Meanie.

Okay, so, you ever have that pre-sick feeling?  You know what I’m talking about, where things just feel weird?  Not bad per se, but you know something‘s wrong, and it’s probably going to fucking suck in a couple days.  Yeah, I’m so there right now.  Not sure what the deal is, but I am being advised that it sounds pre-fluish.  I feel like I want to escape my skin, as if it is a bug infested burlap sack.  Can you imagine having burlap sack skin?  It’s horrible.  I definately have the joint pains, but some is less normal than others.  Like my lower back aches, but not so much in the spine, as it is in the stuff that makes up the lower back.  The viscera, the muscular back goo.

I say this only because normally I can tell if I’m getting sick, because it happened infrequently (once every two-three years).  More recently, I appear to have weakened and see it once or twice a year.  But I just can’t tell what’s up right now.  I don’t exactly feel sick.  I just feel…spoiled, or sour.  But every day after work the past couple days I’ve just been sore and drained.  Gone to bed early, hopped up on ibuprofen (I call it riding the big I).  I no longer have that keen insight into what my body is doing with itself.

In fact, and let’s see if people agree with me here, I was fine till I started living in Pittsburg.  I think this town has some sort of vile attachment.  A demonic fucking other, that pisses in the water and farts in the air.  Am I right or am I right?  If you live here, you know precisely what I am talking about.  And I don’t even hardly care, except that I have a meeting I really would like to not miss tomorrow, and a concert Saturday that if I am alive, I will have my ass carried there in a wheel barrow if I have to.  And if I am dead, someone will be forced to strap my rotting, lifeless corpse to their back and carry me.  It would be my dying wish.