I swear..
Does the slightest bit of cold weather make anyone else go bi-polar? I go from the summertime blahs without the ability to hold a thought in my head to fall/winter-ish head screams (although I admit the coffee and alcohol don't help - but oh the cocktail recipes I've found recently!). I need to work on getting my daydreaming ability back, that usually helped me channel things comfortably.
But anyway, some pithiness on where I've been lately:
Election fever - so glad this darn thing is finally over. 8 years in the making. Oi. Glad the election was a solid one instead of going through long days and nights of potential recounts - the US hasn't had as definite a majority as this since '88 if I recall correctly. I voted for the other guy, but I'm kinda glad he didn't win either - it probably would've been bad for the Republican party overall and they need some wilderness time to get back to basics anyhow. Banish the incumbents, I say! Stop using Reagan as your lodestone, he's nearly 30 years in the past! Still terrified because Obama apparently intends to "rule" instead of "govern," and wants to create something that sounds like a euphemism for the Gestapo (National Civilian Corps that's a domestic military directly answerable to the executive branch? Andrew Johnson tried that with the regular military and was impeached).
Phillies and the World Series! In my lifetime! Of all the years to have stopped regularly watching tv though.. *sigh* But cool stuff nonetheless. Got a few nice leave-work-early happy hours for a playoff/WS game. Happy anecdote: one Friday night we're watching a playoff game when apparently a little sidegame between a few of the guys gets going. The Phils don't make a certain play or somesuch and suddenly my boss goes, "Katie. You're fired!" "Huh? Wha?" "Rollins didn't make this play. You're fired!" And I'm clearheaded enough to fire back a response that hits the target perfectly: "F*** you!" (said with a smile of course - it's a guy thing I guess). I think this was the night of the mechanical bull riding too..
Which reminds me. A friend (technically my boss) pointed me to a manga series called Berserk. Anyone else read? (not for the squeamish or easily offended I should add, if you want to check it out). I'm almost caught up on all 30-something volumes (thanks to doing nothing but reading for the last few weekends). Miura is creating a story based off of Violence and the Sacred, I kid you not. And oddly, it gives me deep hope - I've had a story long buried that I still have yet to write that I've wondered if anyone would care to read, but here, if someone can read Berserk, then... It makes me think half-facetiously "geez, dude, what are you trying to do, seduce me?" (I strongly doubt it. Just a mixture of passing along X number of Flash and GL issues, a few happy hours where I finally open up and feel natural around my colleagues for once and the fact that he hadn't gotten any of his other friends to read Berserk, when he's genuinely interested in everyone else around the office in the same manner) I just get strong reactions whenever someone bothers to have what must be a minor level of consideration like, "hey here's something you might like" - it's an in-person rarity in my experience. I was literally high the first few weeks of my job (first out of college) where I was hired based on my programming skills (and their ability to develop) - people...wanting me around...because of something that I am... Had never felt anything like that in my life before. I just get a bit loopy at any spontaneous attention where I didn't go out of my way to generate a reaction in the first place.
But anyway, the real reason I've been gone and have a long f-list to respond to: Len, Roscoe, and Boomer. 3 weeks as of tomorrow night, with a vet appointment last Friday for a possible hematoma thrown in to boot (bad Roscoe! bad! You shouldn't attack Len like that! And don't think I didn't see that Len! Just because Roscoe now lives in a separate cage doesn't mean you have the right to fill that role with Boomer!) Ahem.
Since I adopted them from Petco (meaning, these poor guys were returned to the store beforehand), I'm not sure what their ages are. Len seems like a crusty oldtimer though (the dwarf hamster version of a Scott Kolins Captain Cold). Roscoe I so named because the first few times he first tried running on the wheel, the curvature of it caused his hind feet to slip, causing him to spin his whole body around lengthwise. (That Roscoe and Len immediately started feuding, well, all the more so..) Then when youngster Boomer (Owen) got on the wheel he was (and still is) an absolute jackrabbit - plus, naming one so tiny "Boomer", well..
Roscoe
Roscoe and Len
Roscoe and Boomer
Boomer!
Boomer Junior!