Long Time, No Blog
I haven't posted anything of note in ages, for various and sundry reasons, most of them kind of vague. I'll offer half-explanations in a bit.
First, some blather about what I've been doing recently:
1. I became sort of a Vilification Tennis adjunct, putting on a dress and wig to perform as petsnakereggie's spokesmodel assistant in Vil's game-show show. sybildiscontent, mamajenzie, and dramatekcv all went to town, slathering my face in legitimate pretty-girl makeup. A very fun evening.
2. I helped cajones move into his new place. Exhausting work, and of course, now that I had a legitimate need for it, I no longer had the pickup.
3. I bought a rug and an office chair at Ikea, so my computer area is a bit less decrepit.
4. I had some exceptionally bizarre dreams. So much so I can't describe any of them at all.
5. I caught a couple of old 3D movies at the Parkview Theater (Miss Sadie Thompson and Dial M For Murder), plus a Three Stooges short (Pardon My Backfire). The Stooges are kind of terrifying in 3D.
6. I did more work on the MISFITs Trivia Contest.
7. I just about did myself in with poor eating and sleeping habits, resulting in one of the worst Usual Saturday Headaches of my life. Out of groceries, I staggered into a complete dump of a Vietnamese restaurant, shaking and irritable, and managed to order and eat some fried rice. It was pretty crappy food, but it damn near saved my life.
8. I introduced chebutykin to the wonders of Arrested Development
9. I have not been having a great time of it recently. Nothing in particular, just a general dissatisfaction with everything. I kept wanting to do the usual ranty, emo blogging about it, but I didn't. I've done that way too much over the years, and I don't think it's had any real benefit. So of course I'm doing it anyway, aren't I?
Part of it is that I've gotten really burned out on things I've always enjoyed. I kind of don't want to watch movies anymore, which is a strange thing to experience. I keep putting in a movie, and then five minutes later I'm wondering why the hell I'm doing this. I'm not interested in reading anything. I'm not interested in playing games, board, card, video, or otherwise. I still do these things, but I'm pretty much on autopilot. Once I get up in the air, so to speak, I'm fine, I'm enjoying myself. But really, it's more the fact that I'm around friends that is the enjoyable part, not the entertainment choice.
Everything I do is either consuming entertainment, talking about entertainment, or putting together a piece of entertainment. I want to do something else, but I don't know what that would be.
I've always thought a lot about why I'm the way I am, but it's been extra heavy lately. I've come up with lots of theories, remembered lots of formative experiences that could've been... well... formed better. But y'know, I've really hit the wall with thinking. It's stopped being useful. I'd like to talk through it, but the timing is never right for that. Maybe it'd be better still just to do something active, but active isn't really in my DNA.
I don't really know what I'm trying to say, I guess. I need to make some drastic changes. I've needed to make drastic changes for years. But what changes? How? Who knows?
Anyway, these kinds of questions are why I've been so mopey and non-communicative lately. I'll get out of these doldrums some time. But it might be a while.
First, some blather about what I've been doing recently:
1. I became sort of a Vilification Tennis adjunct, putting on a dress and wig to perform as petsnakereggie's spokesmodel assistant in Vil's game-show show. sybildiscontent, mamajenzie, and dramatekcv all went to town, slathering my face in legitimate pretty-girl makeup. A very fun evening.
2. I helped cajones move into his new place. Exhausting work, and of course, now that I had a legitimate need for it, I no longer had the pickup.
3. I bought a rug and an office chair at Ikea, so my computer area is a bit less decrepit.
4. I had some exceptionally bizarre dreams. So much so I can't describe any of them at all.
5. I caught a couple of old 3D movies at the Parkview Theater (Miss Sadie Thompson and Dial M For Murder), plus a Three Stooges short (Pardon My Backfire). The Stooges are kind of terrifying in 3D.
6. I did more work on the MISFITs Trivia Contest.
7. I just about did myself in with poor eating and sleeping habits, resulting in one of the worst Usual Saturday Headaches of my life. Out of groceries, I staggered into a complete dump of a Vietnamese restaurant, shaking and irritable, and managed to order and eat some fried rice. It was pretty crappy food, but it damn near saved my life.
8. I introduced chebutykin to the wonders of Arrested Development
9. I have not been having a great time of it recently. Nothing in particular, just a general dissatisfaction with everything. I kept wanting to do the usual ranty, emo blogging about it, but I didn't. I've done that way too much over the years, and I don't think it's had any real benefit. So of course I'm doing it anyway, aren't I?
Part of it is that I've gotten really burned out on things I've always enjoyed. I kind of don't want to watch movies anymore, which is a strange thing to experience. I keep putting in a movie, and then five minutes later I'm wondering why the hell I'm doing this. I'm not interested in reading anything. I'm not interested in playing games, board, card, video, or otherwise. I still do these things, but I'm pretty much on autopilot. Once I get up in the air, so to speak, I'm fine, I'm enjoying myself. But really, it's more the fact that I'm around friends that is the enjoyable part, not the entertainment choice.
Everything I do is either consuming entertainment, talking about entertainment, or putting together a piece of entertainment. I want to do something else, but I don't know what that would be.
I've always thought a lot about why I'm the way I am, but it's been extra heavy lately. I've come up with lots of theories, remembered lots of formative experiences that could've been... well... formed better. But y'know, I've really hit the wall with thinking. It's stopped being useful. I'd like to talk through it, but the timing is never right for that. Maybe it'd be better still just to do something active, but active isn't really in my DNA.
I don't really know what I'm trying to say, I guess. I need to make some drastic changes. I've needed to make drastic changes for years. But what changes? How? Who knows?
Anyway, these kinds of questions are why I've been so mopey and non-communicative lately. I'll get out of these doldrums some time. But it might be a while.