Busy-ness

02.23.2005

Been way too busy to notice if anything is interesting enough in life to mention here. Still alive, if any relatives are checking....

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Focus

02.15.2005

For the past couple of days I've had trouble focusing. Not visually, but mentally. It feels like I've got a lot going on, but if I slow down and think about everything is about normal. My key to life is making it as stress free as possible, but for some reason I feel like some stressful situations are trying to sneak up on me.

Work is most peoples source of stress. I've got work configured to where it usually doesn't cause too much stress. I've got the Montgomery Scott Method of Timing down pretty well ("Do you always multiply your repair estimates by a factor of four?") which gratefully allows time to fix most of the problems that tend to creep in. Karate and Yoga are going well, although my body is fighting it by giving birth to a roaming pain - it's my knee, no, now it's my back, wait, it's my hip - I'm just starting to get too damn old.

Then there's all of my little home projects. I think I've had some new lighting fixtures setting in the garage for close to a year now. It would take all of 2 hours to install the 3 fixtures I've got, I just haven't had the gumption to do anything about it. And then, of course, there's still learning the gaming engine for my much thought about wrestling game.

Once my work demo in March has wrapped up (my only foreseeable deadline), maybe it'll be time to take a week of at home and see what all I can catch up on. It worked pretty good last October when I just stayed home and wrapped up chores. Maybe I can wrap up some more?

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Multiple Holiday

02.14.2005

Welcome to Valentine's Day, right smack dab in the middle of National Black History Month.

I wonder what it all means.....

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Who Is Paul Kupperberg?

02.09.2005

I've been buying up original pages of the Vigilante comic series on eBay for a couple of years now. As a page pops up, I'll bid on it, and most of the time I'm crazed enough to bid more than I should and I end up winning it. I keep telling Jerry my goal is to own a significant percentage of the original Vigilante artwork. For a rough estimate, there were 50 issues and 2 annuals published, average in about 25 pages of actual story art per issue, so that would mean there are about 1300 pages made. I've now got (I think) 16 pages from various issues. That would give me a whopping 1.2% of all the original Vigilante artwork in existance.

Yeah, I need help.

Well, the last couple of auctions I've won have all been from the same seller on eBay. After looking at who I've been writing checks to, the address I'm sending the checks to, and paying attention to some of the details about the actual Vigilante series I found out something: I'm buying these from Paul Kupperberg, the actual writer of the series that I'm so enamoured with.

That realization just bonked me on the head. This is the guy whose stories I read and mentally gulped up for years. The comic series I became obsessed with - this is the guy who wrote all that stuff. If not for him, Jerry wouldn't have the fun story he shares of me walking around in a daze after reading the final issue of Vigilante.

Maybe I should just tell Paul what a fan I am? The trick is how to do it without sounding like some type of fanboy stalker.

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One Eyed Monster - The Dream...?

02.08.2005

One morning last week I woke myself up laughing. Evidently I managed to have a dream that I thought was hilarious. The details of the dream are enough to either make you agree or sign a petition to send me off to therapy.

The first thing in my dream was a monster. Not a normal monster, but only one I could invent. First, take one of the Pokemon red and white balls. In place of the button that opens the ball, put a blue eyeball. There we have the head of my monster: actual size. Next dress the monster in an oversized, turtleneck, ratty old sweater, where you can't actually see any arms, legs, or body. There you have my dream monster. The voice of the monster was being supplied by Ron Livingston, best known in the nerd world as Peter Gibbons in Office Space

In my dream, the monster was trying to escape my grasp as we were waiting in an office. It seems that someone in the office was trying to sell us on the idea of putting the monster in its own reality series. The monster kept yelling "No! No! Never!" but I would look down at it and say "But you have to be in it. You're the star! The show's called The One Eyed Monster!"

I should have woken up then, but no. The monster managed to escape to one of the bathroom stalls that lined one of the office walls (oh, like that even makes sense). I fought to get the door open, until the little bugger dashed out the bottom, went out an open window, and jumped on a bus that was passing by. I couldn't get through the window to give chase, so I stood there, arm raised against the window, yelling "but you are the one eyed monster-r-r-r-r!"

That's when the laughing started enough to wake me up.

Analyze it all you want, there's a field day of hidden meanings in there. Why was I holding the one eyed monster? Why did it get away (do I have no control?)? Where did it go? Why was there a line of bathroom stalls in an office? Can I kill my own brother (brother?... brother...?)?

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