Ugliness, beauty? Same thing.

Ever put something off that, once you finally get to it, connects so many frayed synapses (I'm guessing thirteen myself) that it's as though an entire chunk of your consciousness just made a whole lot more sense?

It's like I've discovered an attic full of stuff from my childhood I never knew existed, all because I never bothered looking under some big, old duvet.

This really only needs to make sense to me...I'm just pretty delighted at the moment. Satisfied.


Also this has little to nothing to do with Last Action Hero.

ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED

Arrive home at 9 after a full work day and minor surgery. Find all off street parking is taken.
Do you continue driving around and then give up, parking many blocks away? No, you do not. Instead you grab a mother hugging shovel and you make your own parking spot.

Boys of Summer, meet Man of Winter.

Whirling Dervish

I am grateful for two truths in my life:

1. Kids seem to like me.
2. My friends are Good People.

The first is a plus because I believe children are skilled at detecting phoniness, and if they enjoy having you around - even (or especially) when the promise of gifts is nil - then that bodes quite well for you.

The second occurs to me after virtually every outing with friends. Knowing those you spend your free time with are all folks who

• would never cheat you
  
• would have your back in a fight and
  
• generally aren't shitty people
  

is not only reassuring, but also reflects on the kind of person you yourself must be.

So cheers to that. Carry on.

Half a zillion & counting

Woke up earlier than preferred so's I could get my teef cleaned today. Still a champ in the brushing department, it seems. I enjoy my little victories.

My dentist was a cutie, too. And now I sit, reading while nullifying my annual cleaning by sipping coffee before work. Sitting by yet another cutie.


One of these days I'm actually going to date one of them, I recon.

clowns'll eat me

It's four in the morning and I still haven't fallen asleep yet - most recently because the showtune "Under The Sea" is stuck in my head.

I'm seriously considering cancelling tomorrow morning's dentist appointment.

Coffee, comics & CDs

It's a Lazy Saturday in these parts I'm enjoying catching up on little things.

After some overly blackened catfish in the early afternoon, I headed to the Fetus in order to pick up The Reluctant Graveyard by mutual Minnesotan Jeremy Messersmith (recommended).

Then with that as my background I meandered Uptown a bit before returning "home" where I have since been playing with Garageband, writing and reading.

I had forgotten how good Optic Nerve always was. Fine media abounds!

manageable exhaustion

What with waking up all early yesterday morning and staying up 'til at least 1am, subsequently I slept like a comfy rock last night. Now, though, I'm up feeling like I slept off a night of hearty partying yet am arguably more tired than any time yesterday.
My yawns - for example - are the stretched-out tear-inducing kind. So while it's good in a 'getting it out of your system' way, secretly I worry it will last all day long. Well boo to that!

That was worth reading, right?

Advice from the broken

Considering an eReader? Chalk this up in the 'against' catagory:

Never having to accept you can't read something, simply due to the fact that your book is malfunctioning.

Oh, that agent.

This must be where pies go when they die.

Shucks

It's rather difficult.

When you know what you know
yet
irrationality will not let you go.