And to hail in this most merry of seasons I’ve made an image backdrop involving a ninja and somewhat holiday looking. I told myself there’d be very little design-wise in the way of ninjas on the site but it looks like I tossed all the rules out the window. If nothing else I can be proud that I started and finished an art related project in just a few hours time reminding me that I’m still capable of such things. So suck it. Perhaps someday the pieces will fall into place and I’ll be able to provide you with beautiful designs instead of random pictures. Nothing else to mention developmentally on the site so hooray for function following form.

I got new glasses today and they cost me a pretty penny. Not all of it was on me though, mostly they were a birthday gift from my parents but I had the misfortune of going a little over budget. Most disappointing was finding out that my prescription hadn’t really changed at all over the past 5 years, so getting a new pair seemed a bit redundant. Especially since they seem to have some strange aberrations that cause me to get blurred vision in spots, and I’ve also noticed some color scattering while working at the computer. I suppose I’ll take them back and make the damn monkeys at lenscrafters work for their pay.

Any of you gift buyers out there will be glad to see that I’ve added some links to the side for your christmas compulsions. I may have fixed the link for the amazon wishlist which was reported as broken but I suppose only user feedback will solve that mystery. It worked just fine for me. Moving on.

I’d write more but the reasons I stopped making posts on my old site still plague me, mostly revolving around all the thoughts I think coming unthunk. Mayhap some inspirado will come and smack my ass into gear. Or maybe I’ll take the reigns on some recreational projects that have been pushed my way. I just feel this great need to produce, progress, create and conquer. Or maybe just conquer.

So here I am, about two weeks from my last post and I still haven’t had the time to sit down and actually get a legitimate blog working. I mean, I’ve got this but as you can see it’s no more than a default WordPress template. This weekend will be a weekend of much web programming as I’ve dedicated myself to making a pretty blog in addition to an online gift list for anyone who needs to get their favorite miscreant a present. Mostly upon request, but it gives me a project to work on.

So I’m now a proud employee of the Border’s corporation, shelving books and drinking all the free coffee my bladder can handle. Downside being the early Saturday mornings which roll me out of bed and make me see a part of the morning man was never intended to see. Of course my apparent unwillingness to comply with the rational course of going to bed at an appropriate time only kicks sand in my already bloodshot eyes. On the subject of eyes though, it seems I may be getting a new pair sometime soon. Take that as you will.

Other events of the past fortnight include a house warming party at Pam’s which was punctuated with weird, an RCPM show, my folks passing into this part of the ‘try for a spell, and a brand new belt to keep this man’s pants where they were meant to be.

So as I crawl into my birthday I can’t help but feeling a little down. The past year has been uneventful on the positive side of things to say the least. Job hopping, a drop off of art, no new friends, fewer old friends and the typical blah feeling. What can one do?

My pre-birthday events included a job interview with Borders and a visit to the Nelson-Atkins museum, the likes of which I’ve never seen until this point. The job interview went rather well I think, and I believe I had met one of the hiring managers before at an Bruce Campbell related event at the Screenland theatre. Bonus all around for that one.

As far as birthday events go, the schedule is a little hazy until 8pm on Saturday, when I’ll be attending a joint party for Steven, Gwen, Mattie, and myself. I’m hoping some sort of karmic forces will be in my favor and that something exciting will happen. I also realize that these things don’t happen on their own but I seem to have had a lack of boyish charm as of late and can only incite negativity in others. As I recall an attempt was made to hook me up with someone of similar demeanor earlier tonite, and not more than a word or two was exchanged between us. Maybe she seemed too flighty, maybe I think I know people better than I do, or maybe I don’t really trust anyone. Maybe we’ll meet again.

In any case, happy birthday to me, and many thanks for those of you who remembered and drop a message. Greatly appreciated on this end, I assure you. Time to hit the hay before the hay hits me.

Have some cake on me.

So this is just a test post so I can see what the default theme of WordPress looks like, and try to figure out how to recode it so that it will actually fit the theme of my page. This is learning how to code the hard way. Feh.

I’ve been sick for a week. Allergy type stuff, congestion, headache, coughs and sore throats. The works. Sick of life at the moment and spurned by third party inspiration, I did what anyone would do. I went for a run.

After years of not running or really exercising at all and my maladies as they were, this run was hell. The night air was sharp, stinging my skin before I even started. I knew that it was the least of the problems I’d have but I went on anyway. My legs were wobbly almost immediately, no thanks to the general shakiness that being ill
bestows upon one, but I trusted not to let myself fall and pushed on until the cold air permeated my lungs. Even mild asthma is a bitch at times. I tried to pace myself and draw breath slowly, allow it to warm up before it had a chance to bite at me. About halfway through my course, every inhalation felt like rug burn down my throat, my chest choking at unwelcome fluid where air should be. Coughing took the place of that moment between exhale and inhale, each hacking cough echoing the crackle of dry leaves beneath my unsteady footfalls. I ran on. On the return trip my saliva became mud, a mixture of what tasted like leaf dust and blood. The sweat on my skin caused cold chills on the surface,
fire eating at me from the center. A piercing cold thrust through my left ear due to the undrained mucous that had taken up residence. Almost home. I walked the last leg, trying to slow my heart and breathing down. As I type this I still haven’t normalized, and I still taste blood. I almost crumpled while trying to unlace my shoe to retrieve the key I had
tied on.

Heath and Catherine walked in while I was in the midst of a coughing fit, assuming that my sickness had gotten worse. They then drunkenly tried to relay some story of how they were trying to “pimp me out” to a girl at a party that I didn’t go to. Heath then told me I should take Halls or Eucalyptus, pointing out that we had neither. He didn’t ask
so I didn’t tell. Sometimes things are easier left alone than corrected.

As the warmth creeps back into my body and allergic secretions go about their merry way, bed
time begins to seem like a viable option.

Autumn rocks.