I’m special

Haven’t felt much like blogging lately. Several things offer themselves as explanations.

One is that I started a new job before I had finished the old one. Since working at all makes me feel a little put upon, this has caused me to feel double PU’d.

Also there were many birthday festives and excesses drawing my attention as well as tiring me out. Apparently I only do the social for one week solid around now, one week sporadic around Thanksgiving and one week solid around XMAS/New Year.

Also, I’m feeling monitored and spied on, here, lately. Not sure whether there is any basis in reality. But it’s inhibiting. Annoying that.

So I’ll be going to three days a week next week for work, as well as starting a new class, “Social and Political Philosophy”. Whether that will help or hinder, remains to be seen.

Speaking of Music

All right you kids, that is, you out of town kids, this is it. Swimclub Radio II is going into production now that I’m unemployed again. If you are in, make some feeble beckoning motions, otherwise I am proceeding without you. That would make it a small production, just amongst us, cool, townie, types.

I know I’ve been lax on cracking the whip on ya’s, but now that Uncle Bunny is safely and thoroughly packed off to Houston (forever), I can suddenly have a life again. And the first order of business in that new life was cooking my ass off this weekend, followed by a burst of well intentioned, but possibly futile, busy work, starting today.

So what’s the deal-io? Is ya in or is ya out?

Swimming With the Sharks

I get really annoyed with the bloggers who don’t blog. I then assume (project) that you’all are annoyed with me. Well:

• My muses are apparently occupied elsewhere, (I wrote a couple songs last week).

• It was Oliver’s Birthday and the small, but nice and lengthy soiree wore me out.

• The illness ( and chemo like doses of antibiotics) were causing me to nap up to four times a day and suffer from both enervation and ennui for weeks.

• While sick, I have been hustling, preparing to hustle, and planning several hustles.

This drive to get, and keep, some money is pretty strong at the moment. I spent a solid week while sick in bed anyway, going through approximately 5000 “Magic The Gathering” cards I have had packed away for about 15 years.
So if you know anyone crazy enough to really, really, want “Time Walk” and “Time Twister” in near mint condition, I’ll let them have both for 600 bucks.
Or if their pockets are a little shallower and their tastes a little more to the exotic I have a lovely “Sharazad” and some nifty efreets and djinns.
No really, if you or your loved ones like the game, I have thousands of cards which retail from .13 cents to 500 big ones I’d love to sell ya.....

We also have started the process of preparing for The Big Yard Sale. Now if the weather will just cooperate we’ll get that party started this weekend or next. I’m thrilled. Really, I am simply thrilled. I just love sitting, hungry, thirsty and in dire need of a pee in the backyard for hours on end selling my bits for pennies on the dollar. However, getting the basement emptied is a real incentive. And in this weather hanging out down there is not the worst thing one could do. The cats find it fascinating anyway.

These and other schemes are taking some mental, emotional, and physical effort. Of which I am still slightly limited at the moment. So while I await my MRI and the subsequent results I’ll be hustling my bustle and scheming my dreams. I’ll let you know how the life of the fabulously wealthy turns out.

Kudos

To Mr. Nigel Patel for bravely choosing a new adventure, not letting the bastards grind him down and especially for fixing my links section yesterday. We had nice chat, hangin’ out in the yard with cat world and a little stroll around the block in search of the huge, silver truant.

Working over the weekend

I feel like while I have a tiny break from work and the network is actually running the way it’s spozed to, I should get in here and rewrite my lost entry or say something salient.
However as its still early and I havent had my proper cuppa tea I just don’t feel inspired.
You would already know how I like my tea, my relationship to caffeine and about Karl LaFong and Charlie Daytona who are coming over later to play music, had I not lost that other post.
It’s so painful and I feel so wistful because I am a classic three finger typist and losing something I typed away at for an hour makes me daggers mad.
But the teapot awaits, the dogs need to be sat, Im sure there’s plenty of filing to do, and Oliver just sleeps blissfully on, like the world is just prepared to wait for his attentions.