Iffy at best

If there was one place I could be right now instead of work, it would be deer hunting. I have never hunted before in my life, but I have a feeling that it's something that I am just cold-blooded enough to really get into. I'm not bloodthirsty, it's just one of those days.

I'm sitting at my desk with my Starbucks coffee, and honestly I can't help but wonder how you yourself are doing. Ok? Yeah? Sweet. No, don't tell me about your day. If I cared that much I'd read your blog.

I went without breakfast this morning. THAT is a travesty. Horrible. My stomache wants to jump our of my belly and go scavaging. We'll see how long that lasts.

I always start out these posts with some absolutely brilliant subject in mind on which to expound, and then I lose it! I really hate that. I end up staring at my computer screen for nearly half an hour just kinda blanking out.

I need new pants. Slacks to be exact. There's a severe shortage of slacks in my closet. I don't really have the disposable income for clothes at this exact moment, but I believe that owning two pairs of slacks that actually fit me is a very important investment in my future. At this point I pretty much jump straight from jeans and t-shirts into a three piece suit. There's not middle-ground. No business-casual. But hopefully that'll be fixed.

I seriously need to start putting more pictures up on this blog. I have a bunch at home so I think I will do that. You guys need to see what my world is like. In fact, I'm gonna go home right now and do this thing. Bye!


--BOOTOTHEMOTHERFREAKIN'HOOBIATCH--

This is amazing.

I really have nothing to say right now. I'm at work but though things are piling up, I'm not really that interested in doing anything. I have to do laundry tonight and I need to keep drawing...I'll probly end up doing that.

Anyway, have a great day!

Not much new stuff has been going on. I finally broke down and got an internet account of my own so I'm no longer relying on the shady 'default' network nextdoor to get me through.

I had last Monday and Tuesday off and I didn't do anything pretty much. At all. It was nice. I got the inter-nets hooked up to my computer Tuesday morning and I managed to sit and waste the ENTIRE day in front of the lcd screen. It's sooo easy to do.

We now have new groups of students from both Japan and China. We also have a Korean student and a few from other places I'm too tired to list.

Nevermind.

Anyway.

I've started drawing another comic. Well, not another comic, but a revamp of the previous comic. It's a fun little thing that I think people will like...if I can ever get it done. I'm inking strip #2 but that doesn't mean anything. I still have to scan them, do the text, do the balloons, find a hosting service, get Ahniwa to design me a site, and then upload the images.

UGH.

But hey, it's a process and it'll get done.

I gotta go to bed. I hope y'all have a great night and I'll update again soon.

--SOMETHINGUNDERTHEBEDISN'TTHERE--

So the summer has drawn to a close. All of the groups are gone, my office is metamorphising from the pit of chaos it was to something much more homely and...well...work inspiring.

My apartment is actually looking lived in instead of unpacked, and my life is kinda returning to normal. This morning the man came and connected me to the net. Officially. The connection through one of my neighbors just wasn't going to cut it so some guy showed up at my house this morning at 11am and hooked me up. Rawk.

There's tons of stuff to do once your online but honestly, after I updated everything on my computer, there really was nothing to do except watch music videos and read the newest of the news.

I went downtown to Vita and got some coffee, that was something to do. But I think the realization I made today is that really I need a job that takes up all my time. I honestly didn't know what to do with myself. My friends were either at work or off having fun by themselves so I just kinda hung out. While it was fun...I can't wait to go back to work tomorrow. Crazy huh?

Anyway, that's about it. I'm just kinda loungin' for now, downloadin' all kinds a shit that I shouldn't be and basically just breakin' the law.

I'll write more when the desire kicks in. As yet it hasn't. This post was sooo very forced.

--PLEASEPASSTHEBONGMYWAY--

Today is rather dull. Yesterday I got to hang out on the beach and run around with a bunch of high-school students and now today I'm in the office answering phone calls and trying to get people to host. It's a rough job.

I'm not really writing today for any particular reason. I was surfing around looking for a new web comic and thought, "oh, hey, I haven't updated my blog in a while. Why don't I blog!" Then I procrastinated for another two hours and now I'm posting one of the lamest posts this blog has to offer. Not that you were expecting genius by visiting me here...or maybe you were. If you were, I apologize, and if you weren't...you're not giving me enough credit. And I'll just leave it at that.


My clothing smells like a field on a bright summer day. You see, my family didn't really use 'dryer sheets' when I was growing up and so my only experience with them and other 'fabric softeners' is when we'd go down to my grandmother's house. The horrible thing about fabric softeners is that they leave the towels so innefectual as to guarantee that they don't work at all.

So when I was living with the guys and dryer sheets were lying around I immediately associated them with the horrors of trying to dry off with a HUMUNGUS bath sheet that only smears the water around on your body. I couldn't use 'em. Over the weekend my sweetheart, the g/f, washed my clothes, bless her heart, and used dryer sheets.

I must say that I am much less annoyed by this than I thought I would be. As I said, I smell like a field in spring, a cacoughany of nasal delights. And honestly, my bath sheets are doing just fine. Thanks for asking.

Yes, I think I'm over that period in my life when dryer sheets were a scary thing. I still won't use softeners, but dryer sheets I think are ok.

--BLESSYOUYOUHUMANITARIANBASTARD--

The last two weeks have been annoyingly long. I'll spare you the details. Suffice it to say that I've only had two full days off and the rest of the time I'm trying to get people to host a foreign student or checking said students in/out of the dorms here on campus. It's been a long summer.

Nothing new is really happening. The free wireless didn't work out like I'd hoped. The signal must be from another building or something because the signal is shit +1. I've given up trying to connect.

The good news is that I'm almost unpacked. I helped Ahniwa move on Saturday, thereby using up my free day, but that morning I opened a TON of boxes and started to actually put stuff away. I haven't put up my dartboard yet but that's just a matter of time. The drawing table is up but I haven't taken advantage of that part yet. And more's the pity. But I will. And soon.

The g/f and I were having a conversation about God the other day and it led me to go off about the more modern religions being more like advertisements for God and Jesus than anything deep, spiritual and wrought with meaning. Replacing ritual with a frenzied mob mentality by removing a choir and introducing a rock band does modernize a church, but it takes away a lot of the substance.

The rant I was on ended up with me embarassing myself and wishing I hadn't started. But when I get tipsy I get very adamant about things.

Anyway, it somehow led to a story I thought I'd share with you guys. I had a paper route all through high school and on this paper route was a house that I hated to collect the money from each month. The man inside smelled like he never came out and each time he opened the door I could see stacks of newspapers going all the way up to the ceiling. He told me once that he was collecting them. One for each day since the 70s or something. At the time I kinda dismissed him as just a crazy old man.

Well, a few years later I found out he died and saw a recycling truck out in front of his house. They were hauling away all his papers. The man didn't have a job, he didn't have any family that he ever told me about (I knew he had never been married) and so the papers were really the only thing that seemed to tie him to the world. When I saw them taking away the newspapers I realized that I couldn't let myself go that far, ever, to where my only legacy would end up in the recycling. And though I do realize that there are some things in life that we cannot control (alzheimers being a huge-ass one) I've realized that the effect we have on other people is our legacy and after some careful thought, I understan that this gentleman had an effect on me. We can't control how other people see us, for the most part, but that 'footprint' really is all we leave.

Don't watch "Diary of a Mad Black Woman".
Do watch "The Clearing".