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  1.  (9086.41)
    Drank and drank and drank and woke up with nothing but the tiniest smidgen of hangover - I reckon I'm evolving or something. Either that or I remembered not to use my guts as some testing zone for liquor compatability.

    I'm working, and kinda have a hunch that my chosen sector of the market is (fingers crossed) a relatively safe one to inhabit at the moment. Plus I got to spend a lot of time this week dressing up adorable toddlers in Halloween costumes much to big for them and try to keep them from falling over their capes.

    Today I think I'm gonna go buy some pumpkins and try and organise a pumpkin-carving party. Genuine orange pumpkins are not easy to come by here, I hope they're not all twisted and malformed. Oh, actually that would be good too!

    I'm on a good new music finding kick at the moment, but am also seriously into POP! So, I don't know that I can share that much. Let's just say that hideous cover aside I'm super-looking forward to Kanye West's new record.

    I feel, strangely, as though studying more Japanese is helping me communicate and understand my surroundings better. Who knew! Of course, most of what I read is just the ads on the subway, but it's nice to be able to follow - "I get a bad stomachache while I'm working that sticks around even after I go home, what should I do?" "Ah, that sounds like a stress-related problem, luckily we have just the thing..."

    I'm trying to bring my focus back to making some music, and every now and then I get a little closer to finishing something, but for some reason I feel pretty fine not rushing anything at the moment. Nice to see you Whitechapel.
    • CommentTimeOct 23rd 2010
    what i did: lots of necessary but ultimately unimportant things.

    what i want to do: visit a doctor. i haven't seen one in eight years. optometrist. dentist. gynecologist. the people in my family die in their fifties of maladies that are easy to treat provided they're caught early. i plan to live for hundreds of years off borrowed organs and cyborg parts, but at this rate, poverty is going to kill me before i can see what's available.

    we do have cyborg parts now, right?
    • CommentTimeOct 23rd 2010
    This week wasn't too bad
    Although IBS had me a bit sad
    Work picked up from being dead
    Gave me a chance to use my head
    Spent too much time with the new Fallout
    TIme for some reading before bed, peace out
    • CommentTimeOct 23rd 2010
    This week has been a long slow descent into head cold. Thursday I pulled a half-day, Friday a full-on day off, feeling generally shitty. Today I felt a little better, better enough to 1) commit my first foray into Indian cooking, and 2) play a show and sing for an hour through all the goo solidifying inside my head.

    Thing one went pretty well for a first time. Coriander chicken curry. I don't think I had it at high enough heat for a chunk of it, because it didn't cook down enough and ended up way too soupy, but it was still pretty dang tasty.

    Pulled off thing two thanks pretty much entirely to a day full of tea with an ungodly amount of honey in it.

    Now I have combined hot water and lemon juice and bourbon and cloves in a mug and I am drinking them, while listening to Jonathan Coulton. Because I can.

    Next week I fly to Sunny Wisconsin to meet the grandparents of the missus, then to House on the Rock for the 10th Anniversary of American Gods, with a bunch of friends from the Gaiman board.

    After that... November, I guess. More music, more cooking, more whatever. Same old.
    • CommentAuthorcdthomas
    • CommentTimeOct 24th 2010
    This week was quiet. Too quiet.

    I could have seen plays, but didn't want to take time away from the essays I assigned myself for my independent study. Could have seen RED; ditto. And I could have finished all the essays I have left to write, except I've done all the reading, and, apparently, thinking. And if I finish the essays, I have two small plays to write... which scare the hell out of me.

    What I want? To use the small group of people I finally found who'd read my work, and give them something good to read... which I'm terrified I can't do. I don't want to waste their time; I don't fight back when few people stay around to read, and I allow my work to take a backseat by the shiny object of practicing fights.

    I don't demand equal standing as a person who might not take or give a good stage punch, but at least can write good ones into a script. I don't know why I'm letting go of the rope, when I wove the damn thing myself.
    • CommentTimeOct 24th 2010
    What newspaperdrone said. except for the killing. A depressing waste of valuable time and assets*. :P

    *Booyah! Upped the scary interwubs-person ratio by 10 promille.**

    **To whom it may concern: if you haven't done maths with promilles, you haven't properly poisoned your liver yet. ;)

    @Greasemonkey: My and Ed's sincere condolences for your loss.
    If you're considering painting your father's portrait, don't put it off too long.
    Six years later, I had to ask other people for more details about my Grandfather than I would've liked.
    It helped lessen my grief, to catch the good memories in paint.
    Take care.
    • CommentTimeOct 24th 2010 edited
    week was a bunch of ups and downs and feeling pretty crappy about life. whatever. we went out for mizz distorts birthday tonight (her actual birthday is during the week when she sleeps at 6:30 yeah). it was at a place with no menu,where you just tell them what it is you DONT eat and i ended up eating some weird stuff. Antelope was good. bacon from a boar was amazing. fried sweetbreads, a food i said i would never eat, was surprisingly good, if creepily greasy. she is asleep, im playing the video gamez and enjoying life. weather in phx is finally enjoyable. its weeks like this when i remember why i still live here. gonna go back to SUPER SCRIBBLENAUTS and bourbon soon. tomorrow is more nerdery and adopting our new puppy (hopefully). i hope my nightmurderers dont get any fancy rube goldberg death machine ideas.

    WHAT I REALLY WANT TO DO is go back about 20 years to when opening a comic/record store with a couple of pinball machines and maybe a sandwich kitchen or some shit was actually a viable start up plan.
  2.  (9086.48)
    I was on vacation this week, and I needed it. Going to work lately makes me feel like there are baby spiders hatching in my chest. This cannot be good. The work's not bad and they pay me halfway decently, with great benefits, but the company is run by people who are clearly fighting to keep their heads above water in their positions.

    Been hitting the gym hard while I was off and am still eating well. I've dropped about 50 pounds and I'm starting to feel less of a fat lump.

    I had to get a new ID as my old one has expired and found that you have to show a birth certificate now to prove that you're a citizen. I'd lost mine, so I had to go down to city hall to get a new one. My ma lied about my father's name when I was born (he was a bit of a thug) and though I was aware of her making something up, I couldn't remember the name she'd used. I tried to be clever and just leave the section with the father's name blank, but they asked for it, so I stood there for a minute and then said "I dunno". This got me the "Oh, you poor dear bastard child, you don't know who your father is" look from the lady behind the counter and the lady next to me in line.

    What do I want to do? I'm not sure anymore. There used to be a time when I knew exactly what I wanted, then that faded into knowing what I didn't want, but these days it's not that easy to pin it down. The first thing that came to mind when I read the question was "Out".
    • CommentAuthordot_xom
    • CommentTimeOct 24th 2010
    The biggest thing this week was that my friend and I are planning our trip to London. Plane tickets bought, hotel booked, now the fun stuff. So far, we're catching a Jimmy Carr show and Spamalot, as well as catching a few odds and ends here and there. If anyone here has any suggestions for stuff to do in London in early February, do let me know. We welcome recommendations.

    What I want to do this week is the same thing I always want to do: Make it through the week alive and maybe take some photos too.
    • CommentAuthorroadscum
    • CommentTimeOct 24th 2010
    @Greasemonkey: You have my sympathy. Myself, i found it helped to concentrate on the now and not the then. Not an easy thing to do.
    • CommentTimeOct 24th 2010 edited
    In the past while I've:

    -Illustrated one of Kim Boekbinder's songs, "Rainbows and Unicorns" for her Chapter 3 release. View/listen here:
    -Worked too much and slept too little
    -Worked at the all nude VIP Dr. Sketchy's in the most magical apartment in Williamsburg
    -Burned my apartment with a bleachy fire due to finding a bedbug
    -Agreed to take on way too much work this week

    Apparently, in 10 days, I will be in London for the first time ever. Pray that when I do my NYC jaywalking, I remember to look the right way before crossing.
    • CommentAuthorCasey Cook
    • CommentTimeOct 24th 2010
    The week-

    Good week. New work schedule is okay, and makes for some extra time at home in the evenings with the wife. Got the promotion I was bucking for, which was cool. Off now for the next two days, which will be spent in as non-productive manner as possible, playing the new Fallout game and Batman: Arkham Asylum, which I will be getting on sale from Steam when I get home in a few hours (curse you Steam for taking all my money). Got a check today for some copywriting work I did a few months ago, and another copy job from the same client, which makes me feel less bad about spending so much $$ on games.

    What I'd rather be doing-

    Surprisingly, nothing. I should rather want to be on tour with a band, playing my guitar loudly in front of people, but I decided I'd be taking this year off from music and I find that I am enjoying it.
      CommentAuthorAlan Tyson
    • CommentTimeOct 24th 2010
    The week: long, and pleasantly domestic. Introduced a good friend to Band of Brothers, and now were making a habit of watching an episode every night with popcorn and beer. Good times.

    What do I want: a bit of strange. Haven't had much since college ended, and I rather miss it.
    • CommentTimeOct 24th 2010 edited
    The week was rather disappointing. I had massive trouble overcoming my own inertia, even didn't get very much Japanese study down, and ordinarily I've taken pleasure at learning something new. Also the class itself has been disappointing this week. I really have to get back into it though. I'm going to learn the language dammit. I will become fluent. I think the most useful thing I did for myself was start the Lifehack/Changes thread. Not sure what I was looking for - tips, maybe, or encouragement, or the evidence that change is possible, a little bit at a time. But it's helped me to keep from sinking even deeper.

    I've been techy all week with people. Aggravated at class, i've gotten snippy and occasionally show-y off-y. I can't cultivate any patience (a hard nosed assessment is they don't deserve it, but I demand it of myself) and have been losing my temper. Also got cross with family for little things. Individuals don't live up to the standards I set for them and I let them have it when they fail. As if they deserved such a thing. I don't know what's with me but I've been a jerk recently.

    Friday, at least, I managed to make myself exercise. I'm so miserably out of shape I'm still paying for it. But instead of anything related to the exercise movements, my right arm has been locked up and spasming for more than a day. It's from gripping the exercise machine so tightly. I also did weights and stretched but without having exercized in so long the muscles have refused to calm down. The only thing for it (since it's just soreness, no tears or anything) is to try, try again. To get my body again used to my demands.

    Today was largely good. Just very long and now I'm bloody tired. On little sleep I got up first thing this morning and headed toward a friend's moving away yard sale (*sniffle* she's moving to New Mexico) and on the way stopped at an IHOP to order to pumpkin pancake breakfasts to go. I hung out with my friend and her boyfriend while they sold and chatted and went slightly daft all the things they have to get done still. I got a suntan. I forgot the sunblock. I left the yardsale with a bag full of books, the first Harry Potter movie, a tiny traveling magnetic chess set and warm fuzzies and cold sadness at seeing and saying bye to my friend. Then I meet another friend because I had skipped is birthday dinner this week. To make it up to him I offered to take him on a shopping spree at a comic book store and then drinks. I honestly can't remember the last time I set foot in a comic book store - quite possibly a year or more. it's a torment to be surrounded by such wonderful material and being flat broke. But now I have some cash reserves from the last job and decided to blow them on my friend. Naturally I couldn't resist getting something for myself and picked up a couple of the David Mack Kabuki books. They are just made of brilliance and gorgeousity and I've been just about drooling over them for three years. My friend "helpfully" showed me a slew of other books I would just love to pick up. Then it was off to nice bar that was somewhat, well nice - almost but not quite fancy. Candles on tables, but no fuss at my ripped jeans. and then I really drooled at the long, long line up of scotches. i decided just to have one, not knowing what they would charge for the good stuff. (I remember one fancy place trying to charge $18 for a single of Macallen...I want to say...21 when mixed drinks go for $7-10 and beers around $4 at normal places.) I went with the Talisker. The good barman gave me an extra healthy sized single with a little splash on top. I think he approved. Oh it was good. Mighty good. Damn good. All the best ways the smell of a sweaty sock and a used Bandaid can be wafting into my sinuses. }:> In the end I think it came to $12, so I totally approve of the place. Of course, that's not all I got, there was also dinner and my friend's drinks... So it was a rather good day. Just um... expensive.

    As for what I'd rather be doing: I would rather be driven by the impulse and need to write than the need to sleep. I would rather be studying theatrical forms to establish my own dramaturgical forays into new ground. I would rather be studying arcane disciplines as well as accepted philosophies. I would rather be learning Japanese. I would rather be (confidently) putting together a demo CD and (confidently) pushing my way into the voiceover world. I would rather be earning name recognition in the entertainment industry (especially animation) for translation work. I would rather be adding projects to my portfolio of plays I've directed and/or been the dramaturg for. I'd rather be working in the theatre pretty much anywhere I could sit around and think about forms and stories and themes and get paid. I'd rather be reading my books.
    • CommentTimeOct 24th 2010
    @Greasemonkey - You have my deep condolences. It's been a hell of a week. A friend lost her mother at the beginning of the week. Midweek my mother's birthmother passed away. We all referred to her as Tia. She had so many kids already she couldn't take care of my mom so her younger, childless sister adopted my mom.

    Take care of yourself, man. And don't hold back from asking for help of friends. They're aching to help.
    • CommentAuthorsnafu
    • CommentTimeOct 24th 2010 edited
    Bad week. Got the rug yanked out from under me at work and I am now unemployed. A 3 year deal cut just short of a year. I've got about 6 weeks to get something new lined up and get my family relocated. 2 high school aged kids changing schools twice in a year. Changing schools hell. Changing countries since it seems unlikely that I'll find something sustainable here in Sydney that quickly. It's back to the US or someplace else. Fortunately I have some good friends out there who have already pointed me in the direction of some good prospects. And my family, especially my lovely wife, have been fantastic about this. Hopefully the coming week with be better.

    I just want to find a place where I can do my job and send my kids to good schools. Is that so much to ask?
  3.  (9086.57)
    I am watching dawn creep across the sky. I'm dog sitting in my home town, with a car to use as I please, and a pipe to smoke. I've been here for 5 days. I keep oversleeping from the new pain killers (damn you, barbituates!), but it's still lovely. This is my New Jersey. Where there is a golf course as a backyard (and i mean as a backyard - there's no FENCE around the golf course - that's how wonderfully small-town it is here), and the lake just four houses away, and the kind of sylvanian quiet night that sounds of nothing but crunchy leaves, crickets, and a lonely dog bark as it echos accross the lake valley in the distance. GOD I love it here. I think I've seen as many deer as I've seen cars in motion.


    Yesterday, as I watched the full moon peek above the trees, taking photographs furiously, a fox scampered by.

    Really, my hometown is like Twin Peaks meets Real Housewives from New Jersey. I went to the local bar tonight. The building was constructed in 1927. It's in the same sort of rustic log cabin / Viennese village style that typifies Lake Mohawk. A guy who had a crush on my in the 7th grade was one of the bartenders. A really impressive band was playing, aaaaand I got "picked up" by a fellow who, (according to the general age of his facebook friends) is probably 8-10 years younger than me. This seems to keep happening to me. Younger men.

    I had a conversation with an old and very very drunken man (with an indeterminate european accent of some sort) about how fabulous the full moon had been. I then watched him teeter and wobble his way from outside the bar to the boardwalk across the street where he'd tethered his boat, and then drunkenly drove himself home across the water.

    07-15 003rdx

    I had a boat license when I was 14. It was wonderful to be able to drive myself to the center of town. GOD I love this place.

    I am silly when naked.


    I plan to get the fuck out of my current situation, and move on to something... better. To write and draw. To be awesome.
    • CommentTimeOct 24th 2010
    @rachael, that sounds awesome
  4.  (9086.59)
    @snafu - commiserations; sorry to hear that. Dont know what else to say except the cliched - hang on in there.
    • CommentAuthorkperkins
    • CommentTimeOct 24th 2010
    Rachael, you're already awesome, now go write and draw.