There hasn't been much actual work to do at work lately. So little in fact we've all had to cut a day out of our week. I'm still collecting unemployment, so I should be alright for a bit, but I hope things pick up; I like this job.
Soon, I'll be making a change in my life that won't be very pleasant to go through, but one that has to happen. I promise I'll reveal what that change is when the time comes, but for now I'll have to remain frustratingly vague. Of course, I didn't have to bring this up at all until I was ready for disclosure, but I guess I like teasers. I don't know what that says about me.
Will probably watch Cloverfield tonight. I've put off watching it because, though I found the premise appealing, I had the feeling it was going to stink. It looked like it was a cross between The O.C. and Godzilla based on the clips I saw. Hope I'm wrong.
Ok, I'm off. Here's a cool clip for all you geeks. Made me want to read Michael Talbot's The Holographic Universe again. Love that book!
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Monday, August 4, 2008
It's getting to the point that I'm no fun anymore
Got back last night from Laconia. Certain bumps in the road notwithstanding, it was a fun time. I hadn't seen Brianna in a year and, now that I think of it, the same goes with Mary. The line up was a good one: Me, Mara, Spira, Luke Warm, Mary and her husband Dan, Brianna, and Rob. A laid back, cohesive group.
When Mara and I arrived (we were the last to show up), we all drove down the street to the beach. Unfortunately, the water had too much bacteria in it, so we couldn't swim. Dan, Rob, Mara, and I played some frisbee, which proved to be the wrong activity for Mara, who strained her calf muscle .
We didn't stay too much longer at the beach and went back to the condo, which I should mention here, was pimped out. Huge TV with killer sound sytem, leather couches, dishwasher, the works. Once there, Mara spread out on the couch and put some ice on her leg. It was tough to gauge how severe her injury was, but she could barely walk. Fortunately, Rob's a doctor, and was able to assure Mara that she'd be alright if she just rested the leg.
Dan got the grill going that night, and we had burgers and hot dogs for dinner, along with a nice tomato salad. Afterward, we played a movie trivia game called Seen It, and another game I can't seem to recall the name of . Whenever this group gets together, we play games. Not head games, though; just board games. Not that you needed the distinction, but I figured I'd throw it out there.
Most everyone, except for Me, Brianna, and Luke Warm, went to bed fairly early.I slept on a sofa bed in the living room with Mara. Luke Warm slept at the foot of the bed, faithful dog that he is. As I was getting ready to go to sleep, I realized Mara and I were about to be sleeping in the same room with the most brutal snorer this side of the Rockies. I didn't say anything to Mara about this, not wanting to saddle her with even more hardship. The last time I shared a room with Luke Warm, I ended up going out to my car to sleep in the freezing cold. That was after throwing my shoes at him to get him to wake up. He never did. I prayed to Thor for a snore-less night. For Mara's sake more than mine. I knew the horror that potentially awaited me, but Mara, poor kid, might not make it through the night, I feared.
Thor was kind. Luke Warm didn't snore, or if he did, he did so as gently as a mother's kiss because I didn't hear him. In the morning, Mara and I engaged in a little funny business while Luke Warm slept. Who knows, maybe he was awake, the little pervert.
The day was spent at the pool swimming and playing tennis at the court adjacent to the pool. It was my first swim of the summer and, though it was pleasant, I wasn't too thrilled at getting my ears clogged with water. I could barely hear for the next 24 hours. Oh well, such are the hazards of swimming.
For whatever reason, I was razzed about some of my physical shortcomings this weekend by some members of the group. It's not too often that it occurs-- never, actually--but it did this past weekend. It wasn't brutal, but my ego was bruised. The worst of it was whenMara let me have it at the pool and wouldn't let up. I didn't want to get retaliate and have it turn into a big situation, especially when I was pretty sure she was only trying to fit in, but I certainly let her know she wasn't doing me a service.
I went back to the house and packed. I tried to not to dwell on matters, and did so successfully, I think. Still, though, I would have rather these matters never existed. I'm aware that I'm not particularly handsome, but when people feel the need to remind me of that, my confidence level shrivels like a mushroom left out in the sun. Nonetheless, my skin is not so thin that my good time was ruined. I went back to the pool and played a little tennis with Brianna, Spira, Rob, and Rob's boyfriend, Dave, who had just arrived. Spira and I were the only ones who spoke Tennis as a second language. The rest had played often in their lives. Still, though, we acquitted ourselves well, despite the fact that Spira, channeling Barry Bonds, hit more than a few out of the court. That shit was very funny to me.
After we finished playing, I found Mara off by herself in the parking lot. She was upset. She felt terrible about what she had said to me and felt everyone had given her the cold shoulder after I had gone back to the house. As angry as I wanted to be with her, I only felt compassion. I knew she wasn't trying to hurt me, not in the way that lasts. She was with a group of people that, for the most part, have known each other for years and speak candidly in front of each other. I should have been more sensitive to the difficulty she felt she was having fitting in. After we talked a bit, she felt better. I told her if she ever did something like this again, she'd be feeling the whip of my backhand. On the tennis court, that is ( awww, isn't that cute how I made you think one thing, but meant another?).
It started to cloud up, so we went back to the house. Mara and I loaded my car with our luggage and when that was accomplished, we all went out for some ice cream. When we finished eating, Mara and I said our goodbyes to everyone. I didn't want to go. I wanted to stay another night with everyone, but I had to work today.
We hit so much traffic on our way home, that it added another hour to our drive time. It was stop and go through the entire state of New Hampshire. Not a pleasant ride. I took Mara to get some groceries when we got back to town because she was going to be immobile for the next day or so.
When I dropped her off at her apartment, she couldn't find her keys. We searched everywhere in my car to no avail. I called Mary and asked her to check the condo. Everyone looked, but came up empty. Fortunately, Mara's landlord was able to let her in the apartment. The keys are still AWOL.
There are some things about this weekend that I can't address, but would like to. They involve affairs of the heart and if I could do so without uncovering a whole bunch of stuff that should probably remain covered, I would spill my guts. Alas, I guess some things should never see the light of day. At least not until the timing is right.
When Mara and I arrived (we were the last to show up), we all drove down the street to the beach. Unfortunately, the water had too much bacteria in it, so we couldn't swim. Dan, Rob, Mara, and I played some frisbee, which proved to be the wrong activity for Mara, who strained her calf muscle .
We didn't stay too much longer at the beach and went back to the condo, which I should mention here, was pimped out. Huge TV with killer sound sytem, leather couches, dishwasher, the works. Once there, Mara spread out on the couch and put some ice on her leg. It was tough to gauge how severe her injury was, but she could barely walk. Fortunately, Rob's a doctor, and was able to assure Mara that she'd be alright if she just rested the leg.
Dan got the grill going that night, and we had burgers and hot dogs for dinner, along with a nice tomato salad. Afterward, we played a movie trivia game called Seen It, and another game I can't seem to recall the name of . Whenever this group gets together, we play games. Not head games, though; just board games. Not that you needed the distinction, but I figured I'd throw it out there.
Most everyone, except for Me, Brianna, and Luke Warm, went to bed fairly early.I slept on a sofa bed in the living room with Mara. Luke Warm slept at the foot of the bed, faithful dog that he is. As I was getting ready to go to sleep, I realized Mara and I were about to be sleeping in the same room with the most brutal snorer this side of the Rockies. I didn't say anything to Mara about this, not wanting to saddle her with even more hardship. The last time I shared a room with Luke Warm, I ended up going out to my car to sleep in the freezing cold. That was after throwing my shoes at him to get him to wake up. He never did. I prayed to Thor for a snore-less night. For Mara's sake more than mine. I knew the horror that potentially awaited me, but Mara, poor kid, might not make it through the night, I feared.
Thor was kind. Luke Warm didn't snore, or if he did, he did so as gently as a mother's kiss because I didn't hear him. In the morning, Mara and I engaged in a little funny business while Luke Warm slept. Who knows, maybe he was awake, the little pervert.
The day was spent at the pool swimming and playing tennis at the court adjacent to the pool. It was my first swim of the summer and, though it was pleasant, I wasn't too thrilled at getting my ears clogged with water. I could barely hear for the next 24 hours. Oh well, such are the hazards of swimming.
For whatever reason, I was razzed about some of my physical shortcomings this weekend by some members of the group. It's not too often that it occurs-- never, actually--but it did this past weekend. It wasn't brutal, but my ego was bruised. The worst of it was whenMara let me have it at the pool and wouldn't let up. I didn't want to get retaliate and have it turn into a big situation, especially when I was pretty sure she was only trying to fit in, but I certainly let her know she wasn't doing me a service.
I went back to the house and packed. I tried to not to dwell on matters, and did so successfully, I think. Still, though, I would have rather these matters never existed. I'm aware that I'm not particularly handsome, but when people feel the need to remind me of that, my confidence level shrivels like a mushroom left out in the sun. Nonetheless, my skin is not so thin that my good time was ruined. I went back to the pool and played a little tennis with Brianna, Spira, Rob, and Rob's boyfriend, Dave, who had just arrived. Spira and I were the only ones who spoke Tennis as a second language. The rest had played often in their lives. Still, though, we acquitted ourselves well, despite the fact that Spira, channeling Barry Bonds, hit more than a few out of the court. That shit was very funny to me.
After we finished playing, I found Mara off by herself in the parking lot. She was upset. She felt terrible about what she had said to me and felt everyone had given her the cold shoulder after I had gone back to the house. As angry as I wanted to be with her, I only felt compassion. I knew she wasn't trying to hurt me, not in the way that lasts. She was with a group of people that, for the most part, have known each other for years and speak candidly in front of each other. I should have been more sensitive to the difficulty she felt she was having fitting in. After we talked a bit, she felt better. I told her if she ever did something like this again, she'd be feeling the whip of my backhand. On the tennis court, that is ( awww, isn't that cute how I made you think one thing, but meant another?).
It started to cloud up, so we went back to the house. Mara and I loaded my car with our luggage and when that was accomplished, we all went out for some ice cream. When we finished eating, Mara and I said our goodbyes to everyone. I didn't want to go. I wanted to stay another night with everyone, but I had to work today.
We hit so much traffic on our way home, that it added another hour to our drive time. It was stop and go through the entire state of New Hampshire. Not a pleasant ride. I took Mara to get some groceries when we got back to town because she was going to be immobile for the next day or so.
When I dropped her off at her apartment, she couldn't find her keys. We searched everywhere in my car to no avail. I called Mary and asked her to check the condo. Everyone looked, but came up empty. Fortunately, Mara's landlord was able to let her in the apartment. The keys are still AWOL.
There are some things about this weekend that I can't address, but would like to. They involve affairs of the heart and if I could do so without uncovering a whole bunch of stuff that should probably remain covered, I would spill my guts. Alas, I guess some things should never see the light of day. At least not until the timing is right.
Friday, August 1, 2008
One hand is tied to the tightrope walker, the other is in his pants
Looking forward to seeing Bri, Mary, and everyone else up at the lake tomorrow. Should be a fun time. Although there will probably be room inside the house to sleep, I'm bringing my tent anyway. Could be the nearest thing to camping I'll get this summer. Too bad, I miss camping.
Been feeling strange lately. I've had this underlying sense that I'm not positioned where I should be in life. But at the same time I feel as if I'm exactly where I should be, according to the Grand Script. And I'm starting to feel older. The years crumble beneath my feet and avalanche into the dark abyss. And I'm helpless to stop it. These thoughts hold no value in terms of them being enlightening, because they're ones I, and probably everyone else with the most basic sense of self, have chewed over before. But they have served to remind me that I should make the most out of the time I have available to me, because it is in shorter and shorter supply with each passing moment.
Ultimately, I believe time is just a man made construct, but we nonetheless fall under it's jurisdiction. We nurture it, give it strength. I don't suspect we'll see beyond time, and it's bedfellow, space, for a long, long....well, time. Strange, but it's only been recently that I've acknowledged that my youth is behind me. I guess it was something I wasn't too keen on relinquishing. Still, though, I feel youthful, which should count for something.
I'm sure, because I've studied your reading habits, you skimmed over the above philosophizing, but if you're looking to skim over lighter fare, keep reading. The next paragraph is as light as a fawn's eyelash.
I was washing dishes this afternoon and I saw Stan, my neighbor from across the street, step onto his porch. He had the look of someone checking to see if the coast was clear, moving his head about like a squirrel in the grass . I discovered why when he swiveled his frame towards me and I got a frontal view. He was naked. When the realization hit was the precise moment we made eye contact. Guess the coast wasn't exactly clear, eh Stan? He quickly went back in the house, embarrassed at being caught. Strange what you see when you're doing the dishes.
Just watched Rendition. Pretty good, but not great. I thought I'd like it better. I still haven't watched Au Hasard Balthazar. It looks to be a rather heavy film, which means I'll have to pick the right time to view it.
I'm knee-deep into The Bonehunters, and it's been engrossing, to say the least. The more I read from this epic series, the more I appreciate it. The pieces of the puzzle are starting to come together and I marvel at how Erikson is able to keep the story, grand as it is, in check.
And that's all I have to say tonight. Lucky you.
Been feeling strange lately. I've had this underlying sense that I'm not positioned where I should be in life. But at the same time I feel as if I'm exactly where I should be, according to the Grand Script. And I'm starting to feel older. The years crumble beneath my feet and avalanche into the dark abyss. And I'm helpless to stop it. These thoughts hold no value in terms of them being enlightening, because they're ones I, and probably everyone else with the most basic sense of self, have chewed over before. But they have served to remind me that I should make the most out of the time I have available to me, because it is in shorter and shorter supply with each passing moment.
Ultimately, I believe time is just a man made construct, but we nonetheless fall under it's jurisdiction. We nurture it, give it strength. I don't suspect we'll see beyond time, and it's bedfellow, space, for a long, long....well, time. Strange, but it's only been recently that I've acknowledged that my youth is behind me. I guess it was something I wasn't too keen on relinquishing. Still, though, I feel youthful, which should count for something.
I'm sure, because I've studied your reading habits, you skimmed over the above philosophizing, but if you're looking to skim over lighter fare, keep reading. The next paragraph is as light as a fawn's eyelash.
I was washing dishes this afternoon and I saw Stan, my neighbor from across the street, step onto his porch. He had the look of someone checking to see if the coast was clear, moving his head about like a squirrel in the grass . I discovered why when he swiveled his frame towards me and I got a frontal view. He was naked. When the realization hit was the precise moment we made eye contact. Guess the coast wasn't exactly clear, eh Stan? He quickly went back in the house, embarrassed at being caught. Strange what you see when you're doing the dishes.
Just watched Rendition. Pretty good, but not great. I thought I'd like it better. I still haven't watched Au Hasard Balthazar. It looks to be a rather heavy film, which means I'll have to pick the right time to view it.
I'm knee-deep into The Bonehunters, and it's been engrossing, to say the least. The more I read from this epic series, the more I appreciate it. The pieces of the puzzle are starting to come together and I marvel at how Erikson is able to keep the story, grand as it is, in check.
And that's all I have to say tonight. Lucky you.
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