I'm allergic to salvation.
Just ask Nikki or Chuck. Apparently they had some odd fabric-strip-on-a-cord hoohah that said "If this person dies, he immediately gets to go to heaven" or something of the like. I was looking at it and started sneezing like a retard. Suppose that's another one for the DEG.
Spent some time yesterday in Columbia, MO. Yes, the five months of my life that were both the most memorable and the worst failure of my life. Who knew? I got to say hey to Patrick for a little while, and went about the business of moving Charlie's stuff down to the Blue Springs hizouse. It hit me sometime when I was out looking for Ian's present that I've pretty much cut all my ties to Columbia now, which is pretty odd. I'm not a person who likes to dwell in the past (much!), and I'm pretty reflexive about keeping doors open to places and people. Hell, I still know people I went to High School with, including teachers, as well as people from summer camps, martial art tournaments, and all sorts of things.
As far as Columbia's chapter in my life, however, it's closed. Charlie moved here, Nikki will leave the place soon enough, and Patrick's going to St Louis to get into college again. For the fifth time, or something. Farihah, Jenny, Becka, Mack, Chang, Frevert (Just call me Johnny Fever), Elizabeth, the GLBT center I used to work at, and the eleventy billion women I slept with are all gone from my life. It's sort of depressing as well as liberating. The more I think about it, the more I'm glad I'm not there anymore. I just miss a few of those fucks, is all.
So anyway, finding a job sucks. It's not like I haven't had to do this a billion times, but I think I'm actually getting worse at it as time goes. I suppose my problem is that the older and more ... uh... experienced I get, the more I think my time's worth. Not to mention having a woman complicates things (no, I'm not blamin you, bebe). I could easily take an overnight shift somewhere but it'd mean not being able to sleep next to Kim, which we do not allow! If any of you bustas out there happen to have a good job tip for the Judge, hand it over. Quick like, or I grease the broad!
Or something mobish.
Oh, yah. It looks like I'm running the tournaments for Archon, too. Wheee. Let's hear it to not fucking up and looking like a retard. Please. If anything, Archon is also known as Beer-Con, which means people will probably be too fuckedup to tell that I messed up sumfing. I'm also on a panel with Rich and Shawn for some RPG and storyline related stuff. It's nice to feel important, but I need to stay focused. My chances for getting a real writing job with AEG are pretty nil at this point, but sadly I'm a little too busy working for them, maintaining this household nearly singlehandedly, and looking for a job to get much spare wrtiing in to get other jobs.
I'm shooting for a first-of-the-year deadline for myself to have started on my novel, anyway. I've got the idea practically perfectly mapped out in my head, enough for three books, even. I wonder if that's how other would-be writers do it, or do they just wing it? I mean, fuck, John Grisham sure as hell don't have a plan. That man spits out books faster than a welfare mommy kicks out kids.
As always, I guess, I'm just doing what I can now and looking to a future that is better. Here's hopin, no?
Anjin-san off.
Spent some time yesterday in Columbia, MO. Yes, the five months of my life that were both the most memorable and the worst failure of my life. Who knew? I got to say hey to Patrick for a little while, and went about the business of moving Charlie's stuff down to the Blue Springs hizouse. It hit me sometime when I was out looking for Ian's present that I've pretty much cut all my ties to Columbia now, which is pretty odd. I'm not a person who likes to dwell in the past (much!), and I'm pretty reflexive about keeping doors open to places and people. Hell, I still know people I went to High School with, including teachers, as well as people from summer camps, martial art tournaments, and all sorts of things.
As far as Columbia's chapter in my life, however, it's closed. Charlie moved here, Nikki will leave the place soon enough, and Patrick's going to St Louis to get into college again. For the fifth time, or something. Farihah, Jenny, Becka, Mack, Chang, Frevert (Just call me Johnny Fever), Elizabeth, the GLBT center I used to work at, and the eleventy billion women I slept with are all gone from my life. It's sort of depressing as well as liberating. The more I think about it, the more I'm glad I'm not there anymore. I just miss a few of those fucks, is all.
So anyway, finding a job sucks. It's not like I haven't had to do this a billion times, but I think I'm actually getting worse at it as time goes. I suppose my problem is that the older and more ... uh... experienced I get, the more I think my time's worth. Not to mention having a woman complicates things (no, I'm not blamin you, bebe). I could easily take an overnight shift somewhere but it'd mean not being able to sleep next to Kim, which we do not allow! If any of you bustas out there happen to have a good job tip for the Judge, hand it over. Quick like, or I grease the broad!
Or something mobish.
Oh, yah. It looks like I'm running the tournaments for Archon, too. Wheee. Let's hear it to not fucking up and looking like a retard. Please. If anything, Archon is also known as Beer-Con, which means people will probably be too fuckedup to tell that I messed up sumfing. I'm also on a panel with Rich and Shawn for some RPG and storyline related stuff. It's nice to feel important, but I need to stay focused. My chances for getting a real writing job with AEG are pretty nil at this point, but sadly I'm a little too busy working for them, maintaining this household nearly singlehandedly, and looking for a job to get much spare wrtiing in to get other jobs.
I'm shooting for a first-of-the-year deadline for myself to have started on my novel, anyway. I've got the idea practically perfectly mapped out in my head, enough for three books, even. I wonder if that's how other would-be writers do it, or do they just wing it? I mean, fuck, John Grisham sure as hell don't have a plan. That man spits out books faster than a welfare mommy kicks out kids.
As always, I guess, I'm just doing what I can now and looking to a future that is better. Here's hopin, no?
Anjin-san off.