I Have Nothing To Say
But I'm going to force myself to say it anyway.
I suppose, this being a journal of sorts, that I could start by describing what has happened lately. My natural instinct is to say that nothing has happened, but this is patently not true. I feel like LiveJournal is my mother, asking me how my day was every day, to which my response is inevitably "It was fine. I dunno." But I started a journal, dammit, and I'm darn well going to write in it.
First of all, I'm not in immediate danger of losing my house to creditors. This is a good thing. Beth's unemployment has been extended for the rest of the year and another six months, and since her unemployment is more than I make, we're okay. It was worrisome, because she's going to three different schools full-throttle, and that's not good when there's only one income.
Second, I'm not in immediate danger of losing my house to shrubbery. The big wisteria over the deck has been given a haircut, at great personal risk. It's fascinating how exhausting it is to balance yourself, one foot on a rickety wood truss and the other on an even ricketier plastic sheet that you will go through if you put your weight on it, while using both hands to cut through inch-thick branches of a tree with a pair of cheap garden shears whose hinge is slowly but surely becoming gummed up with sap. Between that and trying not to kill the dog with a wacky but overbalanced four-way folding ladder, it was an interesting exercise in pretending to be a normal human being. I still didn't manage to rescue the porch floodlight from its arboreal grave, though.
Third, Kingdom Hearts is a triple fried egg sandwich with chili sauce and chutney. To quote my good friend Arnold "Not Ace" Rimmer:
I could never invent a sandwich like this, Lister. You see all the ingredients are wrong. The fried eggs: wrong; the chutney: wrong. The chili sauce: all wrong. But put them together and somehow it works. It becomes right.
That's what Kingdom Hearts is. Dark, self-doubting Squaresoft characters. Donald Duck. Summoning Bambi into the battle with Squall, who pulls out the Ultima Weapon to attack you in Hercules's Coliseum. Shouting "Seeya!" at a beehive as you cast Firaga at it, in order to knock it into a hole in a log so that Pooh can walk over it and meet up with Piglet. Wrong, wrong, wrong. But I can't...stop...playing it. Besides, having Jack Skelington in your party rocks.
Okay, mission accomplished. Now to get my new test box up, so that I can say I did something during this project time. Technically, I think I'm supposed to be working.
I suppose, this being a journal of sorts, that I could start by describing what has happened lately. My natural instinct is to say that nothing has happened, but this is patently not true. I feel like LiveJournal is my mother, asking me how my day was every day, to which my response is inevitably "It was fine. I dunno." But I started a journal, dammit, and I'm darn well going to write in it.
First of all, I'm not in immediate danger of losing my house to creditors. This is a good thing. Beth's unemployment has been extended for the rest of the year and another six months, and since her unemployment is more than I make, we're okay. It was worrisome, because she's going to three different schools full-throttle, and that's not good when there's only one income.
Second, I'm not in immediate danger of losing my house to shrubbery. The big wisteria over the deck has been given a haircut, at great personal risk. It's fascinating how exhausting it is to balance yourself, one foot on a rickety wood truss and the other on an even ricketier plastic sheet that you will go through if you put your weight on it, while using both hands to cut through inch-thick branches of a tree with a pair of cheap garden shears whose hinge is slowly but surely becoming gummed up with sap. Between that and trying not to kill the dog with a wacky but overbalanced four-way folding ladder, it was an interesting exercise in pretending to be a normal human being. I still didn't manage to rescue the porch floodlight from its arboreal grave, though.
Third, Kingdom Hearts is a triple fried egg sandwich with chili sauce and chutney. To quote my good friend Arnold "Not Ace" Rimmer:
I could never invent a sandwich like this, Lister. You see all the ingredients are wrong. The fried eggs: wrong; the chutney: wrong. The chili sauce: all wrong. But put them together and somehow it works. It becomes right.
That's what Kingdom Hearts is. Dark, self-doubting Squaresoft characters. Donald Duck. Summoning Bambi into the battle with Squall, who pulls out the Ultima Weapon to attack you in Hercules's Coliseum. Shouting "Seeya!" at a beehive as you cast Firaga at it, in order to knock it into a hole in a log so that Pooh can walk over it and meet up with Piglet. Wrong, wrong, wrong. But I can't...stop...playing it. Besides, having Jack Skelington in your party rocks.
Okay, mission accomplished. Now to get my new test box up, so that I can say I did something during this project time. Technically, I think I'm supposed to be working.