arrrrrrg

My hair is unnaturally shaggy as I move from Queer Eye to Indie. I have to keep resisting the urge to get it cut.

I went for a super-long bike ride on Sunday with some of the younger kids from the hall. Edwardsville, IL has bike paths honeycombed all over it, most I had no idea existed. It was a fun cross-train and a break from running while strengthing some extra muscles and such.

I might have an empty 3-day weekend coming up and I'm trying to figure out what we are going to do, Madison, WI or Minneapolis, MN probably. It still has to be determined.

After a long period of time I've decided to seek representation for my novel. I guess I figure I might as well throw it out there and see if someone'll find it a home. I'm staring at an unfinished query letter. These things are ridiculously hard to write. HELP!

I'm leaving work early today. I can't take it any longer. I'll quote Charlie Brown, 'ARRRRRRRRG"

super baby

Most of the time the news just irritates and frustrates me but this week it has been entertaining.

Mary Kate Olsen has an eating disorder. No comment.

The first non-governmental space flight. It's so sci-fi that it is cool.

The german super baby. Did you hear about that one? It's incredibly X-Men. A baby was born with a mutation that has doubled his muscle mass and given him super strength. This had better not be a hoax because it is the coolest thing I've heard about in a long, long time.

It's all fluff news but I'm sick and tired and bored and disgusted with the Iraq thing. I enjoyed hearing about something else for a change.

old friends

We went to Southern Illinois over the weekend to see old friends, Casey and Robyn. They're moving to Florida on Tuesday and they have been trying to get us to visit for a long, long time. This was a last ditch opportunity so we relented and went.
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So we went to see Casey and Robyn but ended up staying with Bill & Cindy. Presumably because I fell asleep at their place Saturday night. It was all for the better, because Casey and Robyn are good in very small doses. They're one of those couples that are constantly bickering and fighting and making everyone uneasy. And when they're not fighting they're hugging and kissing and making everyone uneasy. That is to say they are really emotional.
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Going to Bill's is always comfortable because, well, because you basically just sit around drink beer and play video games. The same thing we've been doing for years. Nothing like beer and mario kart for a relaxing evening.

saturated

Well the family is back and I'm trying to spend time doing stuff with Mina. Important bonding activities like sword fighting. I have a fantasy that when she grows up she'll be a member of the Deadly Viper Assassination Squad or something. It's important to have goals, y'know. And speaking of swords, Troy, our demolition manager, was doing work at an old store and found a lightsaber circa 1980, pristine with price tags, that got lost behind a shelf. He's giving it to me ---> geek, yes. ---> sweet, oh yea.
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I ran today and the world was so saturated it was unreal. It was like the colors had been turned up until they were bleeding into each other.
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I feel something.

weird, eventful week

The weekend capped off a rather weird, eventful week. I don't want to talk much about it.

I did go bowling Saturday night for the first time in . . . 10 years? Probably not that long. But I went to the college after being invited by some from the congregation. I bowled two poor games and then retreated to Dance, Dance, Revolution. My moves are stiff and unpurposed but I managed to beat the beginner's mode while I sweated off some pounds.

secretly suspect

Can I explain this? I feel dangerous . . .

It's all lucid.

Today was pretty productive.

I feel ambitious.

I feel young. I'm not.

I fed the fish.

I washed the dishes.

I read portions of my novel. (I love it, flaws and all).

I'm eating good. I'm running.

Oh yes, I'm running and I'll steal from myself and say this:

"Am I running towards something, or away from something?"

I'm drinking wheat beer with lemon.

I'm secretly suspect.

I'm dangerous.


Melissa Auf der Maur playing. It wasn't because the music was particularly good but it just seemed like a return to the kind of music I used to enjoy. Do you remember the whole Women in Rock trend? You had the Breeders, Juliana Hatfield, Hole, Veruca Salt, Belly, Throwing Muses etc. Over the last few years radio rock has been pretty male. All agression and jumping around the stage. Just so much overboard theatrics. Auf der Maur was still rock and somewhat spectacle (How can you not be when you look like Melissa.) but at the same time they reminded me of the 90's. I'm so old that I'm looking back at the good ole' days of music. Pathetic.

Rebekah is in Florida right now so my house is empty. But y'know something. I like it. I love it. I'm better off alone. Give me solitary confinement. It's sad.