There is a certain sense of anticipation in the air for me this week. The snow finally melting at a rate that is making me itch like mad to get on my bike and pedal on all of my favourite trails again and through every mud puddle I can find. I really can’t wait. I’ve been cooped up all winter and I really need to run into a few trees to knock some sense into me.

On top of having that itch that I just can’t quite scratch yet, this week is also when my tax refund should come in as well as my first actual pay cheque from my new job. I’m really looking forward to both. It’ll be nice to actually have money again that isn’t all automatically earmarked for keeping the wolves from the door. While most of it will still be used to  pay off the debts that have accrued recently a fair chunk of it is going to be set aside for the sole purpose of rebuilding my computer. It won’t cost six million dollars but I will rebuild it and make it faster, stronger, smarter. I might even have it make the “Dah-nah-nah-nah” bionic man noise when it boots up because I’m a geek like that.

So here’s to sunny days and rebuilt computers and all that jazz.

“Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once and awhile you might miss it”

Which is why I haven’t posted much recently folks. It’s been a hectic couple of weeks with a lot going on and while I’ve had stuff that I probably could blather on about, I just haven’t had the time nor the inclination. Forces are once again conspiring against me. Which I suppose should be a good thing because I’m not annoying you lot online.

Once things settle down again, or I somehow manage to get a better handle on my time (*snort* Yeah, we both know that ain’t gonna happen) I should be back to a semi-regular semblance of posting. As for when that’ll be… you’ll just have to check back and see.

Until then. G’night.

I am now an uncle.

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Yeah… I’m scared too. I thought Hell seemed overly chilly this morning when I got up, I guess I now know why.

My sister gave birth to a 6 lb. 3oz. baby boy about 20 minutes ago. The guilty party is going by the name Evan Sebastian _____ (spelling to be confirmed).

Pictures will follow at some point, including some with me most likely looking like a deer in the headlights.

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Just a short note today. Busy being me so I can’t be bothered to go into much detail, but I heard this morning that I got the job. Yay for better pay and hopefully a work environment that’s more fun and conducive to my egomaniacal lifestyle. I start Monday.

No, I’m not telling you where I work so don’t bother asking. While I’ve accepted, it still isn’t real to me until I sign all the usual paperwork and go through the regular company indoctrination and propaganda rituals so I’m holding off until then.

Now, does it make me a bad person that I’m looking forward to telling my (soon to be) old boss to get bent?

Warning: This post probably won’t make any sense at all to you North Americans and I suspect you won’t see the relevance or humour in it but for me it’s a slice of home, albeit a morbidly funny slice.

Still with me? Very well.

So my dad sent me this link today and I had a bit of an amusing giggle at Northern Irish ingenuity (or the lack thereof) after watching the video. Two boats and a helicopter and still the boat is stranded along with the rescue boat as well. Absolutely brilliant if you ask me. You have to be Irish to really appreciate the humour in that.

What shocked me though was something I wasn’t expecting at all. While I watched I was almost overcome with a wave of homesickness and nostalgia. I’ve been to Portrush. I spent many childhood summers there. I suddenly had a deep yearning to go back and watch the waves pound against the beach. Of course the accents of all the people in the video didn’t help either. I mean I hear that broad accent all the time with my family but I’m almost deaf to it and it’s only when I hear non family members talking that I smile and recognize it and long to hear more.

Hrrm. I guess this means it’s time for me to start planning another trip home pretty soon.

If you want to come along you’re going to have to be able to answer a pretty rigorous pre-trip interrogation in the following three questions:

Who am I?

Where am I?

And where the hell are my pants?

Here are a couple of pics that I took last night at 4am when it was really foggy outside. I think they turned out rather well. Dark and spooky. It’s hard to tell, but it’s about -40°C out there.

The first two are taken out the front window and the second out the back.

It’s been awhile since I’ve posted, or at least awhile since I’ve posted something substantial or “serious”. The reason for that is simply that I don’t have anything to post.

My current job continues to actively suck monkey balls and while I’m looking for another one in between craptastic half-shifts with the half-wit crew, the only interviews that I’ve managed to land are for places just as craptastic as where I’m working now and I’m simply bone tired of going sideways rather than going forward. So to sum up, there’s still not much progress on that front. Trust me, if and when I get something better, or at least more financially secure, you people will be the… *counts sotto voce* sixth… no seventh to hear about it.

In other news, I’ve been working like a madman on the map for my game world for no other reason than the pure and primal joy that colouring with pencil crayons and inks brings. I’m such a dork. Still, it has been productive as well as fun. I’ve defined quite a few things about the world as I’ve been fiddling with things. I FINALLY decided on a scale to which I’m sure Jon is eternally grateful. No more will he be subjected to my long and rambling one-sided emails where I defeat my own arguments regarding the size of the world and then go back on my decision an hour later in another email. Of course this means I’ll just have to come up with something else to blather on to him about but as we all know, that won’t be too hard to do.

My only real problem that I have currently is that I’ve drawn this map out on four pieces of 11″×14″ paper in ‘landscape’ format and it’s a veritable pain in the arse to get scanned. Even as a single sheet it’s a pain. Eventually I think I’m going to have to find a business with an oversized scanner that can scan 22″×28″ and pay them to scan it for me. Either that or I’ll end up spending ungodly amounts of time pasting a patchwork of scans on my home scanner that only scans 8½”×11″. Based on my frustrations with the latter experience, I think it’ll be worth the money, regardless of how pricey it becomes.

In the meantime I’ll probably post another photo of the world once I stitch the 4 sheets together again. Give me a day or six.

Oh, yeah and in case anyone cares: 1 cm = 175 miles. The world itself is roughly 36,000 miles in circumference which makes it approximately one and a half times as large as Earth. See, I told you I was weird and obsessive over this sort of minutia.

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As you may have noticed, this blog has become a somewhat barren landscape as of late. My usually fun diatribes and egomaniacal rantings have dwindled to a trickle and I’m back to posting useless internet drivel, memes and other crap because quite frankly that’s all I’ve had the mental capacity for.

I’m not going to offer any excuses for this. That’d sound just too damn emo, and I’m not even feeling up to that these days. I’m pretty sure my loyal readers (all 4 of you) are smart enough to deduce the reasons why though. Yes I’ve been stressing out over things lately. A lot more than usual sadly. This week has just been one big stress-fest and it doesn’t look like it’s going to end anytime soon. I still have no job and no decent prospects, hell not even a crap prospect either; my attempts at fixing my computer have failed utterly, despite the help of overly generous friends; the bill collectors are starting to knock on the door and I don’t have a thing to tell them; my birthday is looming in a little over a week’s time and quite frankly I could give a fuck less because I’m seriously doubting that I’ll get anything that I truly want — (Note to everyone: Practical gifts can go to fucking hell in a flaming handbasket!); there is no sympathy on the home front, in fact the stress from there is getting increasingly worse as the days go by and it isn’t helping one fucking bit. Hell not even my Doctor Who post from yesterday wants to even fucking publish properly, so you can see why I just really haven’t felt the urge to post anything more compelling than what you’ve seen.

In fact, this post itself is becoming more and more arduous as I type it and I’m constantly (and consistently) flipping to a different tab to amuse myself elsewhere rather than blather on about how my life is currently crap-tastic and not getting any better…

I can’t even set aside my worries long enough to enjoy a show or even concentrate enough to work on either my game world or my story. I’m in a deep melancholic funk. Bleeeaarrrrgh! To top it all off, I’ve got a brain the size of a planet and all anyone ever wants me to do is go down to the airlock and pick up a couple of hitchhikers. You call that job satisfaction? ‘Cause I certainly don’t and don’t even get me started at the pain in the diodes all down my left side…

Meh. I think I’m just going to quit while I’m ahead and end this blather filled post while I can. I doubt I’ll post much more in the foreseeable future either so buh-bye for now.