Blogging Break
I’ll be radio silent for the next couple of weeks. Have some wounds to lick, some traveling to do, some books to write, and all that jazz. Really, you know: par for the course. See you in a couple weeks. Be excellent to each other.
I’ll be radio silent for the next couple of weeks. Have some wounds to lick, some traveling to do, some books to write, and all that jazz. Really, you know: par for the course. See you in a couple weeks. Be excellent to each other.
“The grand essentials in this life are something to do, something to love, and something to hope for.” -Addison
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I was going through a certain common drive that has some songs available and listening to some old stuff. I happened across the old Baz Luhrman “Sunscreen” song that was all the rage 10 years ago. 10 years ago, yeah, man, 1997. When I was 17. I thought this song was hugely profound at 17.
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One of the most annoying things about being a writer is the whole constant introspection thing. Blogs are largely selfish enterprises, and I, for one, write a lot of personal posts here because setting it down into some kind of narrative makes it all make sense for me. But at some point, I think, you
“All we have to decide is what to do with the time given.” and “Life is what you do with the things done to you.” Sitting around bitching about it never got anybody anywhere, and certainly never sent me on any interesting adventures.
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Note to self: the next time I suffer from these yearly sinus infection/allergy things, I need to get the right drug hookup from Stephanie’s Old Man, who, of course, has the best lineup of allergy meds on the market. I can BREATHE AGAIN!
For the record, I am also currently suffering from my twice-yearly sinus infection, and too groggy, muzzy-headed and miserable to write anything of any substance at any length. So things might be short, sharp or otherwise quiet for a while. Also, I would KILL for some fruit juice right now. Like, a gallon.
Though I may, in fact, be sitting up listening to Chris Pureka songs on repeat, posting the lyrics of said songs, in this instance, might make this look like some kind of teenage angst blog, and I’m not particularly angsting tonight. But man, sometimes songs feel so good. It’s not just lyrics, just as fiction
Boy, what a shitty time it’s been. But I will catch up on my sleep, at least. Sleeeeep. Also, I have a mighty hankering for Chipotle. Me and the guys at work keep talking about the damn place nonstop and then don’t go. No, really, I have nothing else of interest to talk about. Me
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Some people collect comic books. Some people collect GI Joes. Some people collect those little fake knights that you paint. I collect…. well, MLPs. I also create pony mods, an art with a short but glorious history. Steph and the Old Man have a big basement, and Stephanie has set up a nice little quilting