'Dangerous' - Roxette
This has been one helluva week or so. I was already off to a pretty spectacular start when I wrote the last blog, but that was just the beginning. I sat here thinking that the vice-presidential debate was where I kicked it up a notch, but the realized that in fact Wicker Park Wednesday is more accurate. From that point on, damn near every night has been an adventure. A day by day summary for your perusal:
Wednesday: Wicker Park at the house. This was the culmination of whatever Monday night at Dante's was. My six-pack was shortlived. The movie was alright I suppose, but nothing to write home about.
Thursday: This started off innocently enough by watching the VP debate at Bret's with him and Ben while I rebuilt his computer. However that continued into a pitstop at Teddy's with Sabrina, Andrew, Ben, and Gabriel. This was basically pre-game for Kevin's Birthday at Moon Temple. You know a night is going to be hilarious when upon entry, you are swept up into a ensemble performance of 'Livin on a Prayer.' This night was almost the most exhuasting just due to hours upon hours of singing, jumping, and dancing.
Friday: While this did not involve drinking, it did invovle a late night with everyone going over to Steve and Charlene's watching Iron Man and playing with Leota. Think I might just go repeat that today or tomorrow depending on upcoming developments (more on that later).
Sunday: One year ago I was in the middle of working a 16-hour shift at work, the grand finale to weeks of preperation for our yearly inventory. I followed that up with a six-mile walk from downtown Seattle back to Northgate. While on that walk, I thought about many things. Relief that everything at work would start winding down. Concern and pain at the craziness that was my love life as there had been a lot of confessions made in the previous 48 hours. And finally worry, because Gabriel was laying in a hospital bed after his car wreck. Sunday was one big toast to him, and I wouldn't have missed it for anything.
Monday: Karaoke, of course. The ongoing duet brought out Faith by George Michaels and A Whole New World from Aladdin. Someday I should learn how to sing, that would make this much easier. There was also finale of Better Man by Pearl Jam. Now I mention the last part because as I looked around that floor while we were up there and came to the conclusion that everyone up there had a reason they were participating. I look around our group and I can't help but wonder, what's next? Perhaps more sober discourse is required. I can say this however, Ben and I are formidable but not invincible. Where there are injustices, we shall stand and stop them, or fall over totally trashed trying.
Tuesday: Not much I can say about this, except that it was unexpected, and unplanned by everyone. It's also why I'm glad that when drinking, my memory is usually the last thing to go, cause I'd have hated to miss this. A small group, a small venue, and good conversation. It was also a humorous throwback to a night many months ago where three of the four people were the same and the intentions were quite similar. I also am still amazed that the last person has remained such a mystery. Normally I can figure people out faster than this, but this one is all kinds of interesting. I have a hunch those answers are coming soon as well. And on a side note to those there...she never heard what I said on the phone. Its ok, cause I still enjoyed saying it. Though afterward, she said it was good I wasn't. My only reply was that if I had been, I sure the hell wouldn't have answered my phone.
Thursday: This night was not about drinking as much as it was about eating. But of course alcohol would play its ever-important part. I never would have expected to say that Moon Temple has such incredible food, but here I am. I suppose it makes up for the fact that the drinks are forged from pure triple-distilled evil. For the second time this year, I had to manhandle Josh to save him from imminent harm. However I have to give some props...I'd have a hard time getting into that tree sober, let alone utterly sloshed. After leaving there, we found ourselves standing outside Kevin's preparing for the next adventure. The mission: Rescue to heavily intoxicated damsels from the clutches of downtown Seattle. We three knights toasted to our success....with apple fritters. I cannot begin to describe how odd that was. Now I could write on about what occured in the car after the successful rescue, but I am only going to say this. It hurts to move my arm, and this is twelve hours later. Bruised. Swollen. Looks like I got into a fight. It's ok though, cause it was all for the shorties.
So if you have stuck around this long, you might be wondering what the point is. It's really quite simple. I have the next two days off, so I pose this question to you all.
What shall we do tonight?
Friday, October 10, 2008
Friday, October 3, 2008
Oh Baby Don’t You Know I Suffer, But oh Baby Can’t You Hear Me Moan
You caught me under false pretences.
How long before you let me go.
Oooh....you set my soul alight....oooh....you set my soul alight.
Glaciers melting in the dead of night.
And the superstars sucked into the supermassive....
Muse - Supermassive Black Hole
These lyrics really have tremendously little relevance to anything, but I like the song and one little bit makes me laugh right now.
So wow, been out of the writing game for a little while. I suppose the biggest news, which anyone who would be reading this knows, is that I've finally ended up in a department where I can be relatively happy. On the other hand, I have finally realized Kevin Drew's old belief that I would eventually wear the Geek Squad uniform. Well, I'm in a department where I will be able to do a lot of good. That is once I've mercilessly slaughtered most everyone. That however is a sacrifice I'm willing to make.
As I looked back to see when I'd last written, I realize that this summer really wasn't the grand and epic time that I hoped it would be. It was however decent and I have little to complain about. I've gotten to watch my goddaughter continue to grow into an even bigger ball of joy. I struggled to reclaim a prior job (running Rock the Vote), only to be vanquished by laws that I could not bypass without the assistance of people who, despite the expenditure of considerable resources, could not be found. And I have continued my struggle to figure out 'what's next.'
You might be wondering what triggered my desire to return to writing at this moment, where nothing of huge consquence has gone on. Well, over the past couple nights, I've had so many interesting conversations that it just put me into that introspective kind of mood. After a horrifyingly bad day at work Sunday, I grabbed some Strongbow, and basically drank my way from QFC to Bret's to Kevin's. Time well spent to say the least. Following a few episodes of Battlestar Galactica, we talked about the future. The future referred to at the time was mostly based around space, and things that are in space. I can't go into details as they are classified. I say only that you should beware the 'space cancer.'
The future is what I'd like to discuss now however. In context, I refer to the future based on any given moment where I throw out a prediction. There is a pattern to the predictions I make. That pattern is....that I'm right. While some people can predict the what, as in the case that sticks out in my mind, I can predict the when, with a precision that is measured in minutes. There are reasons that I'm right, and that is, for lack of a better description, because I'm smarter than everyone else. I also am observant, hell, I even got paid relatively well for a year and a half just because I observe so well. I'm not going to explain how I predict things because that is my little secret.
I base a great many of my actions on predictions of how events will occur. So when I believe its time to cut and run, that's because it is. However I, after being basically coerced, decided to go once more unto the breach. At that point I assessed the situation, discussed with the players what the appropriate move was, and then ignored all logic, because well, they were calling me a bitch, and I couldn't stand for that. However within the aforementioned minutes I was forced into a decision that exposed me to peril regardless of the choice. One was run like hell (most conspicuous but least risky), one was covertly escape (moderate danger/risk), or jump out the god damned window (least conspicuous, but likely ending in injury). I went with the first choice.
The key to everything you just read is to understand that I am, at least in my head, laughing hysterically right now. All these choices, decisions, and predictions in that anecdote are completely unimportant, but still prove my point. And that point is this. I can kill people with my brain. From distances up to 300 yards away. My ammunition is mind bullets. I also am obscenely tired. And possibly still ever so slightly inebriated (not much, I swear). Only one other person should know exactly what I'm talking about (at least as I write this). A couple more should be able to figure it out. I hope those folks enjoy.
On a totally unrelated note. Yes folks, I know made a mistake. I'm not always right, just mostly. I get how against it you all were. Is it truly necessary to keep reminding me, especially after all these months? (IGNORE THIS PARAGRAPH - It has nothing to do with the rest of this, but I don't delete things I write, so it stays)
I leave you tonight with a quote:
When you see something from afar, you develop a fantasy. But when you see it up close, 9 times out of 10, you wish you hadn't.
I'm going to hell for that one.
EDIT: A rarity I assure you, but I realized a bit of a mistake. The part where I said "This is totally unrelated....." I didn't say that strongly enough. That whole series of events over the summer was simply brought up by a bunch of different people, and it was annoying me a little. Everything that went on Sunday and Monday actually invovled different people and concerned things that were humorous and not bad in any way. The quote after that line? Not even related to me.
How long before you let me go.
Oooh....you set my soul alight....oooh....you set my soul alight.
Glaciers melting in the dead of night.
And the superstars sucked into the supermassive....
Muse - Supermassive Black Hole
These lyrics really have tremendously little relevance to anything, but I like the song and one little bit makes me laugh right now.
So wow, been out of the writing game for a little while. I suppose the biggest news, which anyone who would be reading this knows, is that I've finally ended up in a department where I can be relatively happy. On the other hand, I have finally realized Kevin Drew's old belief that I would eventually wear the Geek Squad uniform. Well, I'm in a department where I will be able to do a lot of good. That is once I've mercilessly slaughtered most everyone. That however is a sacrifice I'm willing to make.
As I looked back to see when I'd last written, I realize that this summer really wasn't the grand and epic time that I hoped it would be. It was however decent and I have little to complain about. I've gotten to watch my goddaughter continue to grow into an even bigger ball of joy. I struggled to reclaim a prior job (running Rock the Vote), only to be vanquished by laws that I could not bypass without the assistance of people who, despite the expenditure of considerable resources, could not be found. And I have continued my struggle to figure out 'what's next.'
You might be wondering what triggered my desire to return to writing at this moment, where nothing of huge consquence has gone on. Well, over the past couple nights, I've had so many interesting conversations that it just put me into that introspective kind of mood. After a horrifyingly bad day at work Sunday, I grabbed some Strongbow, and basically drank my way from QFC to Bret's to Kevin's. Time well spent to say the least. Following a few episodes of Battlestar Galactica, we talked about the future. The future referred to at the time was mostly based around space, and things that are in space. I can't go into details as they are classified. I say only that you should beware the 'space cancer.'
The future is what I'd like to discuss now however. In context, I refer to the future based on any given moment where I throw out a prediction. There is a pattern to the predictions I make. That pattern is....that I'm right. While some people can predict the what, as in the case that sticks out in my mind, I can predict the when, with a precision that is measured in minutes. There are reasons that I'm right, and that is, for lack of a better description, because I'm smarter than everyone else. I also am observant, hell, I even got paid relatively well for a year and a half just because I observe so well. I'm not going to explain how I predict things because that is my little secret.
I base a great many of my actions on predictions of how events will occur. So when I believe its time to cut and run, that's because it is. However I, after being basically coerced, decided to go once more unto the breach. At that point I assessed the situation, discussed with the players what the appropriate move was, and then ignored all logic, because well, they were calling me a bitch, and I couldn't stand for that. However within the aforementioned minutes I was forced into a decision that exposed me to peril regardless of the choice. One was run like hell (most conspicuous but least risky), one was covertly escape (moderate danger/risk), or jump out the god damned window (least conspicuous, but likely ending in injury). I went with the first choice.
The key to everything you just read is to understand that I am, at least in my head, laughing hysterically right now. All these choices, decisions, and predictions in that anecdote are completely unimportant, but still prove my point. And that point is this. I can kill people with my brain. From distances up to 300 yards away. My ammunition is mind bullets. I also am obscenely tired. And possibly still ever so slightly inebriated (not much, I swear). Only one other person should know exactly what I'm talking about (at least as I write this). A couple more should be able to figure it out. I hope those folks enjoy.
On a totally unrelated note. Yes folks, I know made a mistake. I'm not always right, just mostly. I get how against it you all were. Is it truly necessary to keep reminding me, especially after all these months? (IGNORE THIS PARAGRAPH - It has nothing to do with the rest of this, but I don't delete things I write, so it stays)
I leave you tonight with a quote:
When you see something from afar, you develop a fantasy. But when you see it up close, 9 times out of 10, you wish you hadn't.
I'm going to hell for that one.
EDIT: A rarity I assure you, but I realized a bit of a mistake. The part where I said "This is totally unrelated....." I didn't say that strongly enough. That whole series of events over the summer was simply brought up by a bunch of different people, and it was annoying me a little. Everything that went on Sunday and Monday actually invovled different people and concerned things that were humorous and not bad in any way. The quote after that line? Not even related to me.
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