I’ve always wanted to be immortal. To live a long and varied life and witness history unfold has immeasurable appeal to me. While the “Highlander” style of immortal where there can be only one does have it’s boyish charm, I’d much rather just live. Unfortunately things are not so. We only get a short span of years in the grand scheme of things.
Sometimes though, that can be enough to create your own little bit of immortality.
Once again here I am sitting in my darkened living room trying to wind down from a long day at work. I’m not really tired but I expect I’ll be up early so I should probably be in bed…
Obviously I’m not listening to myself and so here I sit listening to Zero by Yeah Yeah Yeahs and trying to wind down. Never said I was the brightest bulb in the room now did I?
I know it’s been somewhere in the range of 30 million years since my last substantial post and for that I apologize. Life… has been interesting, to say the least. Mostly I’ve just been busy with living my life and not actually being online 24/7 like I used to be. Strange thing that.
I guess I should take the time now to expand and elaborate on some of the things that I summed up in my last post.
Now as you may recall, Tamara and I went to Rome just prior to last Thanksgiving and it was amazing. Exhausting, but absolutely fan-frickin-tastic! We spent a couple of days in London as well and just over a week in Rome itself. We didn’t get to see much else outside the city but what we did see we enjoyed. The history nerd in me was more than satiated on the ruins, architecture and general sense of history that permeated everything there. I’ve got a ton of pics (though less than I’d expected/intended) that I still need to sort and post and I will post them soon. I will however give you a quick shot that I took from inside the Colosseum just to tide you over.
Once we were back, I ended up facing a bit of a crisis at work. All the management staff that I had, up and left on me within a few weeks of each other and didn’t give me enough time to find (or train) their replacements. That left me dangerously short staffed going into the Christmas season and I ended up working 80+ hrs a few weeks in a row in an effort to keep the store open. It also burned me out something fierce and definitely took it’s toll on my relationship. Thankfully though, I survived Christmas and managed to get some semi competent staff in to help me cope. Unfortunately the damage was done and I had become utterly burned out at the thought of work and all the things that still needed to be done to turn the store around. After discussing it with my boss, we came up with a solution that satisfied everyone. At the end of February, I ended up transferring to a different location, stepping down as a Store Manager to the role of Assistant Manager in a higher volume store where I could get the “training” that I had officially missed out on. Officially I’m a Store manager in Training on a 6 month development plan that will see me back running my own store by next christmas… or at least that’s the theory. I may end up telling them where to shove it before then if things don’t go so well.
With all the overwork and chaos of my life, I haven’t had much time to write anything and I’m sorely missing it. Now that my schedule is returning to some semblance of normality I’m going to try and take some time to regularly do some writing and I’ll hopefully get them transcribed and posted here at some point. If you’re lucky, they might be posted here before summer’s end.
Alright, It’s 3am now and I really need some sleep. I shall leave you with Yeah Yeah Yeahs and their new single Zero.
I’m back! Shock of all shocks, but I finally managed to figure out what was going on with my website and managed to have it fixed. It was a stupid backend problem with a wordpress plugin that was causing havoc and chaos all around.
Wow. I have a lot to catch up on.
Let me ‘splain.
No, there is too much. Let me sum up.
Went to Rome. Had fun. Came back. Worked like a dog over Christmas pulling in multiple 88hr weeks. Got transferred to a different store. Got a “new” car. Read Books. Lived Life. The end.
At some point now that the site is working again and that I’m back on a semblance of regular hours I will make some attempt at posting regularly once more. No guarantees as to when that will be.
Cheers for now. I’m off to watch Quantum of Solace.
So in less than two weeks, Tamara and I will be in Rome, butchering the language, savouring the local cuisine and getting suitably and enjoyably lost in the twisting little streets all the while rubbernecking like the giddy tourists we are. Now we’ve got our own itinerary planned and our own ideas of what we want to see but I thought I’d take this time to see if anyone else had any suggestions of places to see (or places to avoid).
Man… my post titles are getting lamer and lamer. I really had to dig for that one. I’m going to blame having to be up at 4am to take my girlfriend’s mom to the airport. Guh. It’s far too early and I have had far too few Monsters to be walking and talking, let alone blogging but hey, we all can’t be morning people now can we.
I will say that getting up at 4 did make me somewhat nostalgic for the late nights that I haven’t had in quite some time. Perhaps it was also the time of year. There was that crisp sharpness to the air that autumn always brings and that I love so much and the peace and quiet was exquisitely enjoyable. To make the morning perfect, there was a full (or nearly full) moon with a haze around it that made the whole sky glow and that alone was reason enough to be up that early. Joy!
Now I’m home alone, the girlfiend girlfriend has gone to work and the kidlet is at the day home, the house is clean and all my chores are done save making lunch. I have a couple of hours to waste and I shall be spending them here online. No, I’m not going to be playing WoW for once. This morning we’re going to be delving into the tide pools of a planet I have named Raxacoricofallapatorius (Are you a Doctor Who nerd too? Good. I won’t have to kill you then.) and a little amoeba I have named Slitheen. Hooray for the glory that is Spore… okay perhaps a game where 80% of the creatures made to date are ambulatory phalloi made by twelve year olds isn’t all that glorious but the fact that you can make anything you want is quite brilliant.
I’ve not played past the Tide Pool phase yet. I’m still having fun fiddling with the creature widgets and deciding if my amoeba is going to be carnivorous or herbivorous (or possibly omnivorous if I can find the upgrade) and I am really looking forward to all the other stages too. If I have anything decent, I’ll post some screenshots, and perhaps I’ll even get around to posting those photos of our place.
However, this is more than enough babble to keep you all enthralled with the wonder that is my life and the more I type here, the less time I have to play. I say good day sir. Good Day.
“You’ll have to excuse me, I’m not at my best
I’ve been gone for a month, I’ve been drunk since I left
These so-called vacations will soon be my death.
I’m so sick from the drink I need home for a rest”
— Home For A Rest by Spirit of the West.
So, we’ve finally got the place livable. 90% of the boxes are unpacked and most of the stuff is in the right place. Soon we’ll have the curtains all hung and the acutrements all in place and the place will be fit for company and entertaining. I have a tonne of photos to post but am waiting until we’re 110% finished before I post them. In the meantime, I get to enjoy the sweltering heat and hope that it will break soon and it won’t be an oven in our kitchen.
Perhaps now that the craziness is done I’ll have a chance to post more… but then again perhaps not.
Well, today’s the big day. I’m off to get the keys to the new place and drop off the paint so as Tam can let her creative muse run wild while I’m at work and then tomorrow I get to join in and paint to my little hearts content. Hoooray!
Once the paint dries, then the fun stuff begins and all our time will be spent shuffling boxes from points a, b and c to point d. Then it will be the ever so fun task of going through all our collective accoutrements and deciding what all we have, what all we’re going to keep, who gets to throw out what, and who gets to share their toys. It’ll be grand fun.
I’ll take some pics of the new place when I get there today so as we have some before and after pics.
In the meantime and in between time. I leave you with a couple of different versions of a song that I’ve become readdicted to lately.
Due to the help of my ever-faithful henchman Igor and through the super science of blog necromancy I bring to you, from the very edge of death, my somewhat regular postings about music and such.
Yes, it has been awhile. I have to say that I have a decent excuse this time. I managed to land myself in a very healthy and happy relationship with a girl who puts up with all my eccentricities and foibles with good grace. She also managed to watch me type that with a straight face so I guess that’s saying something.
As you can imagine, it’s eaten up a lot of my time. Not only do have I a new girlfriend but I also lucked out and landed myself a promotion at work and am now the Store Manager. Not the acting or fill in or temporary, the bona fide, hardcore, my will be done, what is thy bidding my master, Boss of it all. So yay for me. When I’m not working or dealing with work I’m with the GF and her lovable two year old daughter so blogging has fallen by the wayside. Perhaps once we’re settled in the new apt, I’ll have more time… Yeah yeah. wishful thinking. I know.
Anyways. I’ve had this song stuck in my head for awhile now. It’s simple. It’s sweet and I like it. It’s Hey There Delilah by the Plain White T’s.
While I tend to keep my private life private and rarely comment about it here on the blog, some things are just too good not to say something about.
Much to my continued shock and amazement, I have a girlfriend. I’m quite thrilled with this. I wasn’t looking for her and she sort of just fell into my life like a vibrant, chaotic whirlwind of energy and beauty and I’ve been hooked since the moment I met her. To paraphrase Monty Python, “I chose her out of thousands. I didn’t like the others. They were all too flat.” *grin*
Her name is Tamara and she is perfect for me. She is strong where I am weak and together we’re a happy whole. I could wax poetic about her all day but I’m sure none of you would care to be poisoned by that overly saccharine sweetness so I shall refrain… at least in this post. I can’t promise that in future I won’t burst out into bad verse or compare her eyes to limpet pools of loveliness so consider yourselves warned.
They say you should always end on a high note. They also say that pictures are worth a thousand words. Personally, I feel that number falls far too short when describing her. I’ll let you decide for yourselves.