Oct 312007
 

At the moment I feel all of the below, simultaneously:

– Guilty for skipping the weights and doing 45 minutes of cardio instead. I feel like I let myself down.
– Guilty for not really wanting to go out tonight with mrimp and odysseyseven, but not sure I wanna stay holed up in the house, either.
– Guilty for playing WoW lately instead of City of Heroes, ignoring my CoH friends and guild in the process.
– Guilty for not finishing pricing my comics and starting to post them on eBay so I can buy the fucking iMac I’ve been squealing about for months now. Loser.
– Afraid of eBay: afraid of doing it wrong, afraid of getting screwed over, afraid I won’t get as much money from them as they’re worth, afraid that most of them won’t sell because they’re titles no one wants. Hence the bullet point above.
– Worried that I’ve had very little interest in sex, with only a couple exceptions, for weeks now. Trying to figure out what actually turns me on lately is like trying to open a Chinese puzzle box. While wearing mittens.
– Disappointed that NaNoWriMo starts tomorrow and my mind is an absolute blank for a story to write. I suck.
– Worried about my job. They supposedly cut 350 contract workers today, with another 350 slated for both November and December.
– Worried that I have absolutely no interest in what I do anymore, but can’t figure out what I want to do, so I stay in a stale but comfortable rut. The only area of computing that fascinates me at the moment is, well, see bullet #4. But I have no idea how to break into that field, what exactly I would DO in that field, and there’s not exactly a flood of those jobs in Michigan, as far as I know.
– Afraid to commit to some new field because after a few weeks or months my ADD may decide it’s bored with that and wants to do something else again.
– Ashamed. Despite my intelligence and affinity for technology, at age 38 I’ve never accomplished a thing in the tech industry but earn a paycheck. If I was capable of an original idea, and had the focus to develop it, I could quite possibly have been a dot com millionaire. Instead, I played games and settled for envying other peoples’ accomplishments. Again, I suck.
– Congested, with a sore throat, thanks to the dry desert air of the last week and the Petri dish of two cross-country plane flights.
– Sweaty from the stairmaster.
– Hungry.
– Apathetically disinclined to resolve any of the above at the moment.
– Disgusted at the sheer amount of self-pitying whining I just posted.

If these are the beginning symptoms of a mid-life crisis, can I please just skip ahead to the part where I buy a bright red sports car?

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Oct 312007
 

Three days after coming back from California, I’m finally recharged and caught up enough to write about it. Lucky you. :oP

The departing flight left at 6am last Monday, so I was out the door at 4am. The flight was uneventful, but my ignorance about renting a car cost me $130 I didn’t have to spend. The clerk at the Payless desk originally handed me an invoice to the tune of $500 and, when I balked at it, asked, “Do you have full coverage of your own?” “Yes.” “Oh, then you don’t need full coverage; you just need CDW (collision damage waiver).” Hence, $130 extra. I didn’t like it, but was too ignorant of rental company voodoo to really question it. Two days after I was at Mollie’s, and still stewing about it, I read the back of the contract and discovered that CDW was not needed. I called Payless and bitched, but because I’d initialed for it I was stuck unless I drove 3 hours back to Vegas and re-rented the car for the remainder of my trip, minus the CDW, then drive another 3 hours back to Ft. Irwin. Um, no. Lesson learned.

Kids

Oct 262007
 

The niece and nephew were put to bed quickly after a long, busy day. The sudden absence of noise is like a physical thing.

A comfortable, happy, sanity-restoring physical thing. I wish I could bottle it.

If I believed in gods, I’d pray in thanks to any number of them that I’m gay and childless. I’m just not cut out to be a parent except in small doses.

Oct 212007
 

At the pleading of my sister, I’m headed to Fort Irwin, CA tomorrow to stay and help her for a week while she recovers from delivering 12 lbs. of surrogate twins. Her housekeeper is going back home tomorrow and Mom left two days before the birth so, since my bro-in-law is stationed in Texas and can’t come home, I’m going to play the good brother and chase after my niece and nephew. Wish me luck in getting up at 3:30am to get to the airport. Ugh.

This trip I finally got organized to the point of OCD and made a checklist of everything I’m taking with me, and rechecking it when I pack to return. On our last couple journeys I was scrambling for shirts cuz I didn’t pack enough, but had too many pants.

Last night

 and I went to

 and

‘s housewarming party at their Park Shelton condo, and a fine time was had by all. Their place is great and they’ve done a fantastic job with the details of decorating. See

‘s LJ for some pictures, with more by Aaron to follow.

I think I’m going to attempt NaNoWriMo this year, but I’m totally stuck for a novel idea. Blank Page Syndrome rears its empty head yet again.

Oct 182007
 

My quest for Mac cultist status requires me to sell off the ~1400 comics I’ve collected over the years. I’ve started pricing them all with the Overstreet guide and am almost halfway through. The worst part is that I still need to bag and board them all. Right now the plan is to start putting the more valuable ones up on eBay, and sell the chaff (Darkhawk, anyone?) in either story-arc bundles or the entire run of that title I own. However, if anyone would like to cut me a check for $3000, they can have all five longboxes. *gives jockbdboy a sly look*

The bulk of the good stuff is a LOT of Uncanny X-Men from the early-mid ’80s through the early ’90s, including most of John Romita Jr.’s work on the title. Also a bunch of early X-Men (not Uncanny), almost the entire run of New Mutants, Excalibur (volume one), early X-Factor, and so on. (spreadsheet available on request)

I really don’t expect anyone to jump on this, so this is only a semi-serious offer, but I thought I’d throw it out there, cuz the thought of trying to eBay all these comics makes cliff-diving look appealing by comparison.

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Oct 112007
 

Recently the band Radiohead announced that they were dumping their record label and would be selling albums directly to the public. Shortly afterwards Nine Inch Nails followed suit. Then it was Oasis and Jamiroquai.

Today Madona announced that she is officially sans record company. While not selling albums directly to the public, the concert promotion firm Live Nation she’s signed a deal with is not actually a record company, but a distributor and promoter.

Now that the dominoes are falling, who’s next?

Oct 052007
 

Here are two reasons I love the SciFi Channel:

1. Battlestar Galactica
2. Dr. Who

Here are the reasons I hate the SciFi Channel:
(Ganked from SomethingAwful’s 22 Most Awful Moments in Science Fiction)

SciFi Channel Sunday schedule circa 1998

9:00 AM – 10:00 AM Dark ShadowsCount Darcy cries about a dead pigeon.
10:00 AM – 11:00 AM The Incredible HulkBruce Banner fights a racist sheriff.
11:00 AM – NOON AutomanAutoman goes on a date with an air hockey table.
NOON – 1:00 PM Earth 2The survivors find a pickle in the desert, but it’s evil.
1:00 PM – 3:00 PM Star Trek The Motion PictureKirk and Spock fight the Voyager probe.
3:00 PM – 4:00 PM Forever KnightA vampire pharaoh pleads not guilty to racketeering.
4:00 PM – 5:00 PM SightingsAn excitable white guy sees a UFO shaped like a helicopter.
5:00 PM – 7:00 PM Mystery Science Theater 3000The gang watches Planet of the Hate Hutch.
7:00 PM – 8:00 PM HighlanderA greasy Frenchman may be more than he seems.
8:00 PM – 9:00 PM The PrisonerNumber Six thinks he escaped, but it’s part of a charity pageant for an ailing evil balloon.

SciFi Channel Sunday schedule circa 2006

9:00 AM – 10:00 AM Ghost HuntersThe team drops a camera when they hear a sound.
10:00 AM – 11:00 AM Ghost HuntersKip’s Infrared finds a cold spot on a wall.
11:00 AM – NOON Scare TacticsPaid actors react to a man with a chainsaw at a restaurant.
NOON – 1:00 PM Extreme Championship WrestlingGuys hugging on the floor.
1:00 PM – 3:00 PM Rage of the PythonA giant python escapes in a Manhattan high rise.
3:00 PM – 5:00 PM Dragon BlastSurvivors of a dragon apocalypse struggle to retake earth..
5:00 PM – 7:00 PM Python FighterDean Cain must battle in the post python-apocalypse.
7:00 PM – 9:00 PM Terror TurtleScientists mate a turtle with a dragon and release a trained giant python to hunt it down. Bruce Boxleitner must stop them both.

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Oct 042007
 

I came down with a major sore throat after coming back from Toronto, and after two half-days of missed work finally made a doctor’s appointment. I went in yesterday afternoon, whereupon the doc looked in my mouth for about a half-second and said, “Eww! That’s all red! Amoxycillin for you!” It must have been bad to make him nearly jump back from me. So I get my scrip for giant pink horse pills and saunter out.

In the parking lot across from my car is what looks like an aged circuit boy in an older Audi convertible: 50-ish, remaining hair gone white, sort of cute in an impish middle-aged way. He’s talking on his cell but staring at me so hard I check to make sure my pants haven’t suddenly blown away. I was dressed somewhat twinkish: low-rise jeans, tight blue ringer t-shirt, Birks. I drive out of the lot and he follows me east on 11 Mile. I think nothing of it until he matches speeds with me. I look over and he gives me a big smile and makes the flirty face. I smile back, flattered by the attention but suddenly uncomfortable at the same time. I’ve almost never been any good at flirting; I either don’t know what to say, or I’m afraid I’ll unintentionally commit to something I’d rather not do.

Anyway, we play automotive leapfrog down 11 Mile, trading smiles, until just before the corner at Woodward Ave., when he cuts across in front of me and pulls into the store on the SW corner (I think it’s a florist?), clearly expecting me to follow him in. I decide not to take the bait, and he’s visibly thrown off his stride when I don’t play the game. I mean, he wasn’t bad looking, and the blatant attention was a nice ego boost, but I definitely was not interested. He recovered quickly, and when I made the Michigan left to go north on Woodward, he kept following. “Cute” was rapidly becoming “creepy”, so I decided to lose him in traffic. I managed to put some distance between us on the way up to Coolidge but, of course, every slow bitch driving an SUV picked that moment to get in front of me, so he made one more pass before I turned on to Coolidge and lost him.

On the plus side, my throat has stopped hurting after only two doses of antibiotic, and I even feel up to hitting the gym today for the first time in a week.

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