Bullet fu -- getting back into the writing saddle a bit.
Long weekend bullet points:
+ Wednesday afternoon I was the old man at the diner reading the paper over breakfast. The old is a role I am comfortable with.
+ I have to say, while the goal is to have the porch/fireplace/hilltop combo deal someday, I really enjoy living in the city. I've managed to land in a place where there is a 24 hour grocery store, laundromat, coffeehouse, police station, sportsbar, curry joint, bagel place, and work within a 5 minute walk. My car was out of commission for two weeks, and I couldn't have cared less. Simplify, simplify.
+ This weekend was the only time I really missed television -- I wanted to watch the Bills game (glad I didn't, FFS)-- but hate going out to the bar alone. It's not the same, and as my own inner recluse is growing stronger, I'm just not up for maintaining a surface level chit chat with random bar people.
+ Went shooting with larp people, figured out some new stuff. Shot my first handgun: did NOT like it. Erratic, uncomfortable, inaccurate -- no wonder Stormtroopers can't hit anything. I'm a bit embarrassed to admit this, but I really enjoyed that I brought the percussioniest rifle to the range. Hearing people groan and chuckle while I was blasting away was Y-chromosomally fun. Would've stayed later, but when we all saw the egg fall off the table and not have the chance to spill out of it's shell because it flash froze, we knew it was time to pack it in.
+ Game talks with other buds went surprisingly in a different direction, which is cool but leaves me in a bit of a scramble. I jot down ideas, then promptly forget them. So I have to re-engineer what I had planned. Watched some friends parent their little one and I confirmed that again, they are braver more patient folks than I. I would be a terrible father. Just awful.
+ Do I want to talk about the tail light incident? Let's just say that there was car-related shennanigans, wherein I learned that MacGuyver lied to me, and that I will forevermore keep a roll of duct tape in the car. I'm not sure why I kill cars, but damn man, I kill cars dead.
+ Got to help some friends of mine work their way around the train disaster in NYC, felt like an Operator from the Matrix. Doesn't hurt my worklife that they are also campus bigwigs, too.
+ Watched the 50th Doctor Who thing, it was good. I wish TOM BAKER had had a bigger role, and I really liked that War Doctor and his criticism of the later iterations. There was a line in there about great men being forged in fire that was spot fucking on, too. And despite it being against the DW bible, I liked that rewrite though I think I will really miss the grieving Doctor. The anguish and guilt really enhanced these newer Doctors. And I have to say that I still.. man, I just can't do Matt Smith. He just seems like a dick to me. Tennant and Baker are my guys.
+ Got to watch Chrissie shine as she was in homemaker heaven this weekend: She baked, she decorated, she Xmas shopped. We set up our Christmas tree in our front vestibule for the neighborhood to see, she strung lights around the banister, and with all the pumpkin pies being baked the house smelled delicious. I love watching her when she's in those moments -- the feminine peaking out from behind the tomboy. Capabilities emerge that I just do not have, and it's immensely satisfying that we balance each other.
The weekend was free of deep thoughts, troubled dreams, or shit that grudgingly had to get done. A quiet weekend. A good weekend.
Ever onward.
+ Wednesday afternoon I was the old man at the diner reading the paper over breakfast. The old is a role I am comfortable with.
+ I have to say, while the goal is to have the porch/fireplace/hilltop combo deal someday, I really enjoy living in the city. I've managed to land in a place where there is a 24 hour grocery store, laundromat, coffeehouse, police station, sportsbar, curry joint, bagel place, and work within a 5 minute walk. My car was out of commission for two weeks, and I couldn't have cared less. Simplify, simplify.
+ This weekend was the only time I really missed television -- I wanted to watch the Bills game (glad I didn't, FFS)-- but hate going out to the bar alone. It's not the same, and as my own inner recluse is growing stronger, I'm just not up for maintaining a surface level chit chat with random bar people.
+ Went shooting with larp people, figured out some new stuff. Shot my first handgun: did NOT like it. Erratic, uncomfortable, inaccurate -- no wonder Stormtroopers can't hit anything. I'm a bit embarrassed to admit this, but I really enjoyed that I brought the percussioniest rifle to the range. Hearing people groan and chuckle while I was blasting away was Y-chromosomally fun. Would've stayed later, but when we all saw the egg fall off the table and not have the chance to spill out of it's shell because it flash froze, we knew it was time to pack it in.
+ Game talks with other buds went surprisingly in a different direction, which is cool but leaves me in a bit of a scramble. I jot down ideas, then promptly forget them. So I have to re-engineer what I had planned. Watched some friends parent their little one and I confirmed that again, they are braver more patient folks than I. I would be a terrible father. Just awful.
+ Do I want to talk about the tail light incident? Let's just say that there was car-related shennanigans, wherein I learned that MacGuyver lied to me, and that I will forevermore keep a roll of duct tape in the car. I'm not sure why I kill cars, but damn man, I kill cars dead.
+ Got to help some friends of mine work their way around the train disaster in NYC, felt like an Operator from the Matrix. Doesn't hurt my worklife that they are also campus bigwigs, too.
+ Watched the 50th Doctor Who thing, it was good. I wish TOM BAKER had had a bigger role, and I really liked that War Doctor and his criticism of the later iterations. There was a line in there about great men being forged in fire that was spot fucking on, too. And despite it being against the DW bible, I liked that rewrite though I think I will really miss the grieving Doctor. The anguish and guilt really enhanced these newer Doctors. And I have to say that I still.. man, I just can't do Matt Smith. He just seems like a dick to me. Tennant and Baker are my guys.
+ Got to watch Chrissie shine as she was in homemaker heaven this weekend: She baked, she decorated, she Xmas shopped. We set up our Christmas tree in our front vestibule for the neighborhood to see, she strung lights around the banister, and with all the pumpkin pies being baked the house smelled delicious. I love watching her when she's in those moments -- the feminine peaking out from behind the tomboy. Capabilities emerge that I just do not have, and it's immensely satisfying that we balance each other.
The weekend was free of deep thoughts, troubled dreams, or shit that grudgingly had to get done. A quiet weekend. A good weekend.
Ever onward.