Posted on March 11, 2010
Shiny!
After having experienced life with a toddler for going on two years now, it’s difficult to remember exactly what my life was like before Trey came toddling into it. It was more serene, I suppose – but only in the sense that it was more boring. It’s not as if during the BT days (Before Trey), I oft sat in solitary seclusion, reflecting upon life’s mysteries from the banks of a quiescent lake with water of such majestic tranquility as to inspire splendiferous poetry in the hearts and minds of even the most hardened and jaded of thick-thinking brutes. No, mostly things were just boring. As the hideous and lunatic days of my first marriage came to a bitter and prolonged close, I was left suddenly adrift in uncharted waters, rudderless and alone. Days slipped by with a droning predictability that numbed my senses to anything that might have been truly extraordinary, and I simply settled into the mundane routine of a daily life that was hardly worth living at all. Sure, it was a life occasionally punctuated by points of interest, usually by girl-shaped things in the dark who were gone by the next day’s light, but by and large there was nothing of permanence or purpose or meaning. There were just days. Days, days, and more days, all stretched out before me like an impassable ocean of boredom from which there was no hope of escape. My future did not look bright. Read More
Posted on March 8, 2010
Opportunity Knocks
It’s been a little over two years since I nestled into a cozy little corner of the Internet to start up this oddly named and angry little blog, and most of the time has gone by in a flash. The beginning was rough, as beginnings often are, but with a little time and a whole lot of living, I eventually managed to ratchet down the fury and find a simpler pace. Of course, it didn’t hurt that I fell in love and started a family somewhere along the way, or that my frustrated little scribblings would start leading to bigger and better opportunities. And, while there are some things I still can’t talk about (things which I’ll leave to my creepy little cyberstalker to continue trying to ferret out, unsuccessfully), I can reveal one of them today: I stand on the precipice of a major career change. Read More
Posted on March 2, 2010
Strange Days
Yesterday was a strange and tiresome day, filled from morning yawn to evening snore with all manner of oddity and perversion. For starters, after setting a new alarm tone before going to sleep the previous night, I woke yesterday morning under the unconscious delusion that I was, in fact, defusing a bomb. It seems that, for whatever reason, the rhythmic chirping of the new alarm I’d set somehow registered as a timed explosive to my sleep-addled brain, and I truly felt that our lives depended upon my ability to shut the thing down before it went off and sent fleshy bits of newlywed flying all over the room, splattering the walls and staining the carpet. So, when the alarm went off, I went into action. In the haze of twilight sleep, my arms shot out from beside the bed and began flailing around the nightstand as my hands searched for the bomb. What they found, however, was nothing more explosive than Brittany’s iPod dock.
It was of sufficient heft and armed with enough buttons and gizmos to at least feel like an incendiary device, at any rate. I frantically began pushing buttons and sliding sliders, growing more agitated and angry with each new bleep and bloop of the recurring alarm, but nothing was working. No matter what I tried, I couldn’t shut off the bomb. It just continued its incessant chirping, over and over again. Thankfully, just when the slight edge of panic began to give way to unbridled rage as I sought to smash the thing into a billion pieces, the veil of sleep lifted and I realized what I was doing and what I was holding. I laughed at myself for a moment, then returned the iPod dock to the nightstand and shut off the alarm. I got out of bed, got dressed, and headed off to work. Then, things started to get weird. Read More
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