September 21-25, 2009

09.09.21
...and they didn't.

09.09.23
A day lost to the void of melancholia.
Not much happened.

09.09.25
Cookies.
And not just any cookies.
Paradise Bakery cookies.
One dozen of them.
And so I sat.
Eating cookies.
All evening.

September 15-17, 2009

09.15.09
Is it weird that I really enjoy using power tools?

09.16.09
That was a fun day.
Luckily, we're all chemically stable now.

09.17.09
Alright, this one needs explaining.

As you might remember, I've avoided driving for the past four years.
(I was lucky enough to go to a school where it wasn't really necessary.)
And even before that I didn't relish the idea of being behind the wheel.
It's a quirk.

Thing is though, I've sort of come into possession of a hand-me-down car.
With the expectation I'd drive it.

First though, I had to get it back from the Collision Repair Center (its reasons for being there are completely unrelated to me.)
This was the first time in... possibly ever, I think... that I've driven alone and let me tell you, I didn't even have a chance to pull out of the Collision Center before very nearly causing a collision myself.

The rest of the drive home was a series of rapidly induced panic attacks and near misses.
It's truly a miracle I made it the nine blocks back home.

September 8-10, 2009

I just can't seem to get my act together.
Maybe I should resign myself to the life of a night owl.

Other than that, tai chi was fun.
More so than I first expected.

Yeah, short week.

September 1-3, 2009

So dogs don't need much explaining.

But card games do.
Firstly, if you've never played Apples to Apples, you've missed out.
Apples to Apples is a game with two sets of cards: adjectives and nouns.
A player designated as judge pulls an adjective (say 'classic') and the other players must put down a noun they feel the judge will chose as an appropriate fit for said word (such as 'Beethoven,' 'kilts,' or 'shake and bake.')
The judge picks the card they like the most and the player who put it down wins that round.
Another judge is picked and the cycle begins anew.
This was the long way of explaining what I was doing in the Sept. 2nd strip.
Which doesn't matter because the point is:
I AM VERY COMPETITIVE.
You'd just never know it.

And finally.
I have been working on a full blown book lately.
Anytime you've seen me working, that's what I was working on.
It's taken longer than it should have.
But phase 1 is done.
I have two more to go.

Bring it!

August 24-27, 2009

I love cheesy scifi movies (or 'Syfy' if you prefer.)
And no sooner had I thought:
"Gee, I'm jonesing for a monster squid movie,"
did Syfy provide me with the mother of all monster squid movies.
With a Megashark I might add.
One that eats planes.
Sweet.

Then there's the scale.
Which I choose not to talk about at this time.

The eternal struggle between workaholism and laziness.

And short lived exuberance.

August 17-21, 2009

Holy cow, a whole weeks worth!

I spent the entire week trying to veg out and relax. But things always come up, don't they? And predictably, this week was not relaxing at all.
The harder I tried to chill out the more exhausted I got.
...
So tired.
So very tired.

August 12-13, 2009

Yes.
This is the third summer in a row some freak disaster has left me without power. The lovely combination of low hanging power cords and an eighteen wheeler through my tiny suburban street was the culprit this time around. The year before that it was a mutant storm. And the year before that it was a blown up transformer. I shudder with excitement at the prospect of what lay in store for me next summer.

As for this run though, the power did come back many hours later. The A/C did die moments later. There was a period of time (a very long period of time) when it seemed like the air conditioning had returned without any effect at all. It was actually running backwards.

But I don't think poorly on the experience. Rather I've taken to the sunnier perspective. This wasn't a very long, strained, possibly insanity inducing recreation of simpler times. It's just a training exercise for the posthumous stay in hell I am so speedily rushing towards.

One day I'll laugh.