I've been thinking a lot recently about my future - specifically about whether I am interested in a future relationship. If nothing else, I've decided that I won't consider anything until my daughters are both out of the house and I'm in a more permanent living situation. That means at least three years or so of singlehood. That's a lot of time to get into a very comfortable rut that I may have no desire to break free of. It's kinda nice to have the freedom to do what you want when you want to.
[Ed. note - This post was initially written in October 2010 but wasn't posted to the front page until now (April 2011), when I need to follow up with updates.]
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All my troubles seemed so far away,
Now it looks as though they're here to stay,
Oh, I believe in yesterday.
Love was such an easy game to play,
Now I need a place to hide away,
Oh, I believe in yesterday.
The pathway is broken
And the signs are unclear
And I don't know the reason why you brought me here
But just because You love me the way that You do
I'm gonna walk through the valley
If You want me to.
I can't complain but sometimes I still do.
Ever have one of those days where nothing goes right? How about a full year? Such is my story - and the reason why I haven't written anything in nearly a year. Read the full article for the entire mess.
[Warning: WAY too long - Abandon hope all ye who enter here.]
A couple months ago I woke up at 4:30 in the morning thinking about a girl - a girl I haven't thought about in many years. For some reason, my mind wouldn't let go of her memory and I couldn't get back to sleep no matter how hard I tried. Eventually I got out of bed, fired up the computer and did a quick Google search for her name. I was somewhat troubled that there was no information whatsoever about her to be found. None. I decided that there needed to be.
"Why?" you may ask. Keep reading.
When Otto von Bismarck said, "Laws are like sausages, it is better not to see them being made," he had no way of knowing just how prophetic it was. There are more similarities than he ever dreamed.
Not only do you not want to see them made, but the end result is usually full of pork and will often leave you with an upset stomach.
But no longer...
I love it when someone you think you have pegged totally surprises you. The specific case in point at the moment is Stephen Fry, the renowned British actor, comedian and writer who had perhaps his greatest success with P.G. Wodehouse's character Jeeves alongside Hugh Laurie - that's right, folks, House himself. The pair also worked together in a sketch comedy show called A Bit of Fry and Laurie and again in some of the Blackadder episodes.
But in all things, for the most part at least, you always see Mr. Fry as a very proper - not stuffy, mind you, just proper - Englishman. His voice is very clear and distinct and his pronunciation all but impeccable. His audiobook reading of Hitchhiker's Guide is great and I'm looking forward to hearing more audio books from him.
Anyway - I've always liked his work so when I found out that he's on Twitter, I followed him. He's currently on an expedition in the Bwindi Impenetrable Forest in Uganda checking out gorillas and most of his updates have been - well - proper sounding. A prime example is this:
Just about to set off on gorilla trek and -miracle- a signal! Awaiting news from advance trackers as to where group is.
But this morning I woke up, checked the overnight Twitter updates and saw this:
w00t! Grillaz like totally PWN the jungle, innit
Unexpected and very funny.
Boy, was I wrong! The latest comes in the form of this $700B crap sandwich that they've sold as the only way to save humanity. Not only is it a lousy attempt at a solution that won't work - it perpetuates the problem. And then comes the salt in the wound!!!
Instead of voting on this thing on its merits - after all, we're only shelling out over 25% of the total budget for the upcoming year, what's a few hundred billion between friends, huh? - the wastes of flesh in the House and Senate have
loaded bloated it up with a veritable smorgasbord of pork in exchange for their support.
Here's a thought, gang! Have some stones. Grow a spine. Come somewhere close to having principles and standing on them. If this thing isn't good enough to vote for on it's own, it certainly doesn't magically get better by adding $192M in tax benefits for Caribbean rum producers.
I'm so glad that I dropped my party affiliation a while ago. I don't want to be associated with any of these people.
Oh - by the way - the new job brings with it a new phone number. In fact, the entire family has changed numbers. So if you have a phone number for me, it will cease to work at some point in the very near future. To get the new one, please email me (assuming you have my email address) and I'll send you the new number. If that's not possible, submit a comment to this post and I'll figure out a way to get it to you.
Goodness me, my lovely readers, it's been way too long since I actually updated this thing. So here's what's been going on since we last shared this little time together...
Official Timesink Warning: If you've got some time to kill, check out GraphJam for a few good laughs. People submit graphs they have to explain pop culture ideas, everything from song lyrics to movie & TV plots to cliches. Some of them are quite funny.
Oh - and if they don't make sense, look at the Cheat Sheet if one's available for that graph.