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I've threatened it before.
Now I'm going to do it again. This time, I'm rather certain I mean it.
No, I haven't broken down in a fit of depression and holed myself up with cases of Schlitz and Ramen Noodles. (You were all thinking it. Admit it and we can move on.) Nor have I finally snapped from making one too many lemon phosphates and camped out for a while with a rifle in a university clock tower. Not only have I been perfectly content, but I have too good of taste and hate climbing stairs far too much for either of those things to happen.
To begin another entry in my absentee defense, there've been a few things keeping me away from the joys on geeking online recently. Work has been quite the kick in the ol' hindquarters lately, with some special projects forcing me to spend longer than normal hours staring blankly at a monitor and writing code. The last few days, this has led to a dismissive lethargic grunt when finally arriving home and laying eyes on my computer there.
As it turns out, there are actual constructive ways offline to spend one's time. Who knew? I've written some more musical material, and took on a couple more gigs than usual over the holiday week. Entertainmentally catering to a bunch of people in a dimly lit bar, whom are drinking to forget whatever it is they're trying to forget on a major holiday, isn't exactly easy or emotionally fulfilling work. But when you get paid by the bottle, you don't pass these things up.
Then there's the hockey. Dear God, we lovses the hockeyses. I've been following my dear Red Wings and the rest of the hockey world with a little extra spark this year. The NHL has returned to me, and so thus has televised exposure of the sport. Yes, there are other levels and leagues of play all over the globe. But watching hockey and reading about hockey isn't the same thing. I'd quote the BMF Jules Winnfield on the matter of it not even being the same ballpark, but not only would that likely get me fined by the FCC, it would force me to disclaim the part about hockey and hockey not being the same sport. Because, you see, they are.
Now that I've lost your attention, I'll go back to my threat. I'm posting again. Boy, are you all screwed.
Now I'm going to do it again. This time, I'm rather certain I mean it.
No, I haven't broken down in a fit of depression and holed myself up with cases of Schlitz and Ramen Noodles. (You were all thinking it. Admit it and we can move on.) Nor have I finally snapped from making one too many lemon phosphates and camped out for a while with a rifle in a university clock tower. Not only have I been perfectly content, but I have too good of taste and hate climbing stairs far too much for either of those things to happen.
To begin another entry in my absentee defense, there've been a few things keeping me away from the joys on geeking online recently. Work has been quite the kick in the ol' hindquarters lately, with some special projects forcing me to spend longer than normal hours staring blankly at a monitor and writing code. The last few days, this has led to a dismissive lethargic grunt when finally arriving home and laying eyes on my computer there.
As it turns out, there are actual constructive ways offline to spend one's time. Who knew? I've written some more musical material, and took on a couple more gigs than usual over the holiday week. Entertainmentally catering to a bunch of people in a dimly lit bar, whom are drinking to forget whatever it is they're trying to forget on a major holiday, isn't exactly easy or emotionally fulfilling work. But when you get paid by the bottle, you don't pass these things up.
Then there's the hockey. Dear God, we lovses the hockeyses. I've been following my dear Red Wings and the rest of the hockey world with a little extra spark this year. The NHL has returned to me, and so thus has televised exposure of the sport. Yes, there are other levels and leagues of play all over the globe. But watching hockey and reading about hockey isn't the same thing. I'd quote the BMF Jules Winnfield on the matter of it not even being the same ballpark, but not only would that likely get me fined by the FCC, it would force me to disclaim the part about hockey and hockey not being the same sport. Because, you see, they are.
Now that I've lost your attention, I'll go back to my threat. I'm posting again. Boy, are you all screwed.