Down to The Wire
So, in addition to the word dump from Friday night, I've been trying (again) to write more. Getting in some bits and pieces during downtime at the office, and, of late, before heading in to the office. For most of the past two weeks, I've woken up around 5:30AM, fully an hour before my alarm's set. Like, wide awake, and fully rested. So, some mornings I pull the blankets back up and doze or meditate or whatever for a while, and some mornings I grab the iPad or head to my desk and I write something. Stuff usually goes into my Dropbox, sometimes it goes to the other blog, and sometimes it goes here. And sometimes it gets deleted, because I just wanted to purge it from my mind.
Anyway, Friday night was good. After a stressful week at the terrible day job, I needed good company, and D delivered. Conversation over dinner (at Boombozz Pizzeria - quite good) went to some strange places now and then, but it was so good just to talk with someone about something besides advertising or contextless griping. Still some dissonance, but I'm almost familiar enough with dissonance to be comfortable around it. Stayed in Louisville later than I meant to, and got caught by construction traffic on the way home, so I missed the midnight showing of Alien, but not the end of the world.
I got to indulge my Fading Suns love at today's game day; first part of an adventure to conclude in two weeks. FS was the second game of the day, and that's for the best. The first game was the beginning of Invasive Procedures, and man, Ben P can flat-out run a horror game. Some nice staging, and it doesn't (or maybe it does) hurt that IP is written around one of my personal terror triggers - corruption of the self and removal of identity. I think if this had been the evening game, I would have gotten home, poured a bourbon, and slept with the lights on.
UofL and Auburn won on Saturday, and the Bengals beat the Patriots this afternoon, and right now, my Dodgers are beating the Braves in Game 3 of their NLDS. As is normal with me, I'm trying to keep my hopes under control, but, man, LA looks so good right now. This is probably the best team they've fielded since 1988.
Anyway, Friday night was good. After a stressful week at the terrible day job, I needed good company, and D delivered. Conversation over dinner (at Boombozz Pizzeria - quite good) went to some strange places now and then, but it was so good just to talk with someone about something besides advertising or contextless griping. Still some dissonance, but I'm almost familiar enough with dissonance to be comfortable around it. Stayed in Louisville later than I meant to, and got caught by construction traffic on the way home, so I missed the midnight showing of Alien, but not the end of the world.
I got to indulge my Fading Suns love at today's game day; first part of an adventure to conclude in two weeks. FS was the second game of the day, and that's for the best. The first game was the beginning of Invasive Procedures, and man, Ben P can flat-out run a horror game. Some nice staging, and it doesn't (or maybe it does) hurt that IP is written around one of my personal terror triggers - corruption of the self and removal of identity. I think if this had been the evening game, I would have gotten home, poured a bourbon, and slept with the lights on.
UofL and Auburn won on Saturday, and the Bengals beat the Patriots this afternoon, and right now, my Dodgers are beating the Braves in Game 3 of their NLDS. As is normal with me, I'm trying to keep my hopes under control, but, man, LA looks so good right now. This is probably the best team they've fielded since 1988.