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.