Back Again
Hmm. It’s 2010. When did that happen?
It occurs to me that I had a number of topics to write about. Fear not, notes are being accumulated and Maria is getting on my case now about being inconcise. I suppose editing my ideas for the blog she made me start is her way of thanking me for helping her with Nevermore.
On that note, Nevermore is part of why I’ve been MIA. Maria is a sweetie and tough enough to know about all of this without going insane, but she still needs a guide to walk her through the rough patches of the Spiritscape without getting her ass handed to her. Nevermore is coming along very well all things considered (‘all things considered’ includes a four hour commute, her editing job and school, her grandfather’s dementia, and this week, the short circuiting of her laptop). She’d be updating and telling you about all of this herself, except Blogger won’t let her sign in to her account or even load properly.
Where was I? Oh yes; THIS blog.
Last I checked, Maria and I were working on the 2nd Annual Asshat Awards. Expect that in the next couple of days. The incorporeal take snow days too, you know.
Other than that, Maria has suggested that along with the “lessons,” I blog about my own life. Who I am, where I came from, how I became the unpleasant voice in her head that I am, that sort of thing. She purported that the voyeuristic habits of humanity might be attracted to such narration, and that my own narcissistic qualities could be persuaded to update more often if part of what I wrote about was myself. I’m loathe to admit that she may have a point, on the narcissism comment at the very least.
Comments, critiques, and suggestions should be filed below and shall be dealt with by the management. Bitching will be forwarded to Joshua.
It occurs to me that I had a number of topics to write about. Fear not, notes are being accumulated and Maria is getting on my case now about being inconcise. I suppose editing my ideas for the blog she made me start is her way of thanking me for helping her with Nevermore.
On that note, Nevermore is part of why I’ve been MIA. Maria is a sweetie and tough enough to know about all of this without going insane, but she still needs a guide to walk her through the rough patches of the Spiritscape without getting her ass handed to her. Nevermore is coming along very well all things considered (‘all things considered’ includes a four hour commute, her editing job and school, her grandfather’s dementia, and this week, the short circuiting of her laptop). She’d be updating and telling you about all of this herself, except Blogger won’t let her sign in to her account or even load properly.
Where was I? Oh yes; THIS blog.
Last I checked, Maria and I were working on the 2nd Annual Asshat Awards. Expect that in the next couple of days. The incorporeal take snow days too, you know.
Other than that, Maria has suggested that along with the “lessons,” I blog about my own life. Who I am, where I came from, how I became the unpleasant voice in her head that I am, that sort of thing. She purported that the voyeuristic habits of humanity might be attracted to such narration, and that my own narcissistic qualities could be persuaded to update more often if part of what I wrote about was myself. I’m loathe to admit that she may have a point, on the narcissism comment at the very least.
Comments, critiques, and suggestions should be filed below and shall be dealt with by the management. Bitching will be forwarded to Joshua.