#299

Well, it's been a considerable interruption in factually pointless service around here. Goes like that sometimes, unavoidable this time, but I never like it. Me, I like to deliver. Yet, the conditions have to be right--not perfect, but right. My laptop got moved to the new house before I was ready to have it moved, and we didn't get internet in here till earlier this week. Didn't leap at creating this blog post first thing because:

a) it was already begun but unfinished, a state which is not the best for me--I like, whenever possible, to bang these out in one swift torrent. 

b) still working hard at learning the ins and outs of the bus driving gig, and sadly I must report that the training may have covered most of driving the actual bus and a few points of the day-to-day, but it in no way represented adequate preparation for the actual job in its detail, nuance, and code. So learning it has taken up considerable bandwidth, plus they changed my route after a week. So basically I worked two first weeks in a row.

Sidebar: the breakdown is, I love twenty percent of this new job, like/dislike fifty percent in varying measures, not sure about another twenty, and hate ten percent. Not too terrible, but don't know if I'll stay, or if I stay, whether or not I will for longer than a year.

c) there's been plenty to do about the new house and its yard. Plenty remains, of course, but we're living in it now, apartment and most everything to do with it behind us. Excelsior!

Ok. Cool. Cool. You have been reasonably updated, dear reader.

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Wish I had more to say for this particular post. But we got Kirby: The Forgotten Land as a housewarming gift to ourselves, and really, playing that game and rereading the Animorphs books are most of what I'm up for these days. Having a house is really cool and it feels really good, especially as I'm still somewhat overwhelmed and psychically occupied by the newness and process of it all, job and house changing, life just coming at me, so I'm gonna go enjoy the peaceful, restful things. 

Peace and love, friends, and we raise a glass to posting again! It sucked to be gone most of April, but May will be fun and cool. 

--JL

#13

Watched part of Bruce Almighty three days ago. The meta on this thing is fucked up.

Two thousand and three! The world is incredible. As a very young man, the slightly less young men whose cultural output you watch like a hawk in order to better ruin your own twenties bewail the settling of dust upon their shining halcyon days. I mocked those men, for their puerility! My urine was a potent nigh-hydrant-force stream, my laughter strident as it reddened my cheeks, and I shaved those bad boys in under thirty-seven minutes. Now here I sit, and it has been fifteen years since Bruce Almighty hit the theaters. At last it rests upon my own tongue: the dead notes of a summerwine whose time is past, the dust of the grave commingled with the vinegar at the bottom of the glass.

A whole nation laughing at a man with a monkey up his ass. Ah, to be young!

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My laptop's on-board keyboard has ceased communicating with my computer; not that my computer can tell! I finally had a spare minute to meander into the public library so I could uplink to a terminal and gain access to the mainframe. That's why I haven't been updating. On the first day, when hope still shone brightly, I thought to myself "perhaps I just won't post every thirteenth day. I'll be like a hotel. but with my blog. a superstition that will ensure that on the day that I die, it will be on my day off. whoa boy. let me think about other stuff, like the exact, flavorful timbre of the pain and agitation that arises when one types on a keyboard and nothing happens. let me think about that till I experience vertigo and lose all sense of time."

That paragraph was a product of not being able to type sentences for such a lengthy span! The pleasure I am deriving from this unfortunate second-party peripheral keyboard could not be more complete if it were explicitly designed to stimulate my erogenous zones--by someone who knew how to design keyboards.

So, I do not know when the next time I'll be able to post will be. The universe is unpredictable but reliably cruel, my situation precarious, and my time much demanded. But I will make efforts, do you hear, mighty efforts in order to fill the mute blankness of this text field and add my worthless din to the violent ululation that is the world wide web. I shall not burden myself with the regret of losing my daily streak so soon and so simply, but look only forward, as befits dignity. But I do apologize for these circumstances.

Hopefully by the time I write next I will, for example, have had time to finish Bruce Almighty. I didn't even get as far as Steve Carell acting like a lunatic because he's a puppet trapped in a nightmare. What a crazy guy!

Try to have fun today, everybody. Even if some asshole at the library computer area types so loud a baby starts to cry and a postdoc student drives a long steel nail into his own kneecap, such is his impotent, emasculated rage.


--JL