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| This also just in... as well.I have been sitting here for a period of time that can only be described as "multiple hours." And yet, as I periodically avert my gaze down to the clock readout in the corner of my screen, invariably, it is as follows:
Me: (looks down at clock)
"It is 10:06 PM."
Me: (continues to peruse the Internet(s) for what seems to be a multitudinous number of hours)
Me: (again, looks down at the clock)
"It is 10:24 PM."
Me: (begins acruing a growing fear he may be trapped in a tesseract of space-time)
 | Currently Listening
Flood
By They Might Be Giants
Istanbul (Not Constantinople)
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| This Just In...Sting's voice is oddly hypnotizing. The government should look into this. Seriously, this has some Manchurian Candidate-caliber potential.
Sting: (singing) "Shoooooot the prime minister of Cambooooodia..."
You: "Must... obey... Sting..."
Sniper Rifle: *BLAM!*
Prime Minister of Cambodia: "AAARGH! Damn you... Sting! Damn... you...!" (dies)
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| "Mr. Data, lay in a new course..."Holy Macanoly... it appears that I have been quite neglectful of my little blog. Well, no longer!
My oh my oh my... what has happened since last we met? I suppose the largest slab of news is that I have finally arrived at a date for my return to the Land of Corn, The Northern Realm of Iowa. In just under two weeks (June 23rd) I will be leaving Dallas and pointing myself north. My experiment in self-employment has proved itself a general success, and will, in the end, I believe, afford me the ability to maintain myself in a manner befitting a human being.
While I am excited about the move back home, I also realize the truth that it will involve leaving behind a few very important elements here in Dallas, without which my daily routine will seem... skewed, if only slightly. There will be an adjustment period... to be sure. After spending three years in the trenches, those with whom you fought along side with become irreplaceable. I have been lucky in my life to aquire surrogate family members along the way, and I will leave here with a sister I didn't have three years ago. After everything is said and done from all this, that will be the greatest result. So, gone is certainly not forgotten, and this World of Tomorrow, with its phones and emails and Internet(s), will keep it that way.
I am looking forward to being back home. I am looking forward to the feeling of relaxation that I hope I will find there. I am looking forward to actual seasons; storms, Fall, snow, and breezes. I am looking forward to smiling faces that don't conceal hidden intents. I am looking forward to not having to spend my nearly every waking moment concerned with bills and money. I am looking forward to seeing the big white "Welcome to Iowa" sign as I cross the border from Missouri, and knowing that I'm there to stay. I am looking forward to breathing deeply. I am looking forward to knowing where I am, and where I fit. I am looking forward to increased simplicity, in all things. I am looking forward to being back home.
I went to see A Prairie Home Companion with Mere and Ivan last night, the radio version of which I am an unapologetic fan. The movie version is awesome as well. Simple messages are, invariably, the best. All things must end. All things will, in time. Enjoy them while you can, learn what you are able to, and take the memories with you when you go.
I have, I did, and I will.
Make ye ready, Iowa. I will be among you soon.
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| The Entertainment ReportSince I've started working at home, I've become familiar with the perils of non-cable daytime TV, home to soap operas, mid-day news, and talk shows. Fortunately, here in Dallas, there is KFWD Channel 52. Starting at 1:00 in the afternoon, their programming block is as follows:
1:00 - The Rockford Files
2:00 - The A-TEAM
3:00 - Kojak
4:00 - Magnum, P.I.
Is there a better line-up of TV known to mankind? I submit that there is not!!
In other news, go, right now, and see "V for Vendetta." Don't question it, just go!
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| Feelin' Hot Hot HotMy AC seems to not want to do it's job... It runs constantly, and yet produces the same result as if I had somebody blowling gently onto me through a sock. Which is to say, no result at all except the continuation of my apartment being annoyingly muggy and warm. I went and told the folks at the office about it today, and supposedly somebody's coming tomorrow to fix it. I surely hope so. The alternative is to open up my front door, and the sliding glass door to my balcony and get a cross-breeze going through, which is all well and good until giant Texas-sized wasps come hovering around and get themselves stuck between the panes of glass in the sliding door. My only recourse, then, is to spray an ungodly amount of multi-purpose cleanser into the space in an attempt to kill it by a.) drowning or b.) inducing brain damage via cleanser fumes.
I eventually lost track of it, so I'm assuming he found his way out and droned on his way to another gig of being a wasp and, therefore, an evil blight on the world. That's what I choose to believe... I do not choose to believe that, in closing the sliding door, I enabled his escape into the confines of my shoebox of an apartment, and that I will find him later on, hovering around my bathroom sink, or circling 'round my bed just as I have snuggled myself in for what I thought was to be a pleasant, terror-free sleep.
P.S. First Choice Studios is now live and in glorious color! Mostly blue. This is the site I made for Stan, so he can sell more design work for me to do... soon to be seen by Hollywood big-wigs... or, their marketing departments at least, who also, I assume, are sporting rather large wigs themselves.
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