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Feb. 20th, 2005 12:26 pmSo, there are some that have probably been asking "Anthony, where the hell have you been?" The answer? Simply, "Around."
It seems like I've been on the go constantly since well before Christmas. Go, Go, Go, don't stop, never stop, never sleep, never take a full rest, never clear my head, keep barrelling forward like a locamotive, or a piecemeal run on sentence. Like a shark, keep moving forward or die. No time for evolution, gotta eat, gotta swim, gotta move.
Heck, even this weekend, I've not stopped. Not doing everything that I wanted to, or needed to (This is a common refrain now-a-days; jump on board the "I can't get done what I want to, so get done what you can" locomotive. It's takin' passengers again.), but that's the life I lead.
But, I've managed to do some good for myself, so that's a boon.
Got out of work/meetings (read: talk talk talk plan plan plan) early enough to skip down to Long Beach to visit my old work digs and skoff at poor Dave and the other inhabitants of The Cave. Well, skoff is too strong a word. More like pulled a Nelson Muntz and skiffed out a glorious "Ha. Ha." at folks, and a jolly "Smell ya later!" as I peeled out to the comic book store.
They often miss me at the Comic Book store. Amazing Comics has been really good to me, since I've been a steady customer for nigh on 6 years...Sure, they usually put your pulls back when you don't come to get your books after 4 weeks; for me they make an exception. I've not been down there in almost 5 weeks, but that's okay. They know that I'll wander around the isles searching for other thing for an hour, and increase my purchase by 40%. This makes them happy. I bet they'd start calling my house after 2 months.
Made a quick stop in to see Bri Bri's family, which I haven't done in far too long--since well before the new year. Talked with his mom for a bit, and then hung with his litter bro, Pat, for a while. Little bro who will shortly be 21. Wow. Gave out hugs, said my good byes, and got to the feeway.
Hurried home to have Survivor! family night with mom and grandma, something that we've been doing since the show started. We're addicted together, and we manage to catch every opening show as a family. So, naturally I was a little pissed off when I came home to an empty house. Especially since I came home in lieu of something else. Nothing but a note saying "taping Survivor, we've gone you know where."
But this is how things go. It's done, and I took my revenge by spoiling the end for the two ladies as they watched on tape. Nyah. My wrath is cruel, and unusual, and really, really petty. And funny. Because, it manages to not spoil it for them...not in any real way.
Fortunately I was having a really good day for some reason, and so it all just brushed right on like nothing. The good feeling carried over into Friday, where I was happy to be at work (!!!), moving along, came home, and was happy to be home, and happy to be alive, and after sitting and watching some t.v. got strangely depressed, and promptly passed out asleep.
Saturday kind of held this strange happy-maudlin thing. And mom had asked me to go with her to dinner and a concert that she'd gotten from work: Dinner at the Cerritos Sheridan and tickets for The Manhattan Transfer at the Cerritos Perfoming Arts Center.
After lazing around and trying to get things going, laundry, shopping and venting with Mom about life, the universe and everything, and a piss poor attempt at getting something written, we made it out the door for dinner.
Mom and I talked about some of everything, which we'd not been able to do in a long while without my grandmother being involved. It was good. We ate a really fine meal of steak, asparagus, and shrimp (excellently prepared by the catering staff of the hotel--the head of catering was there dining with us,) some some wine, some fine, fruity sparkling wine, and a rich, filling desert. And then show.
The Manhattan Transfer was a really good time. Nice, swing time music, jazz, and soft pop ballads, yadda yadda yadda. It was fun and a good show. Really good show.
Mom and I took our time getting home last night and just drove around Long Beach and Cerritos and up and down Artesia Blvd. And talked. About what really went on with me and The Austrailian (Apparently my grandma has really stupid--yes, I said stupid--ideas on why it didn't work out), jobs, futures, being fed up, having hope, and moving on. It was a good conversation to have. And timely.
I let her know about the pending tattoo, and she neither approved nor disapproved, and just accepting. Which I really appreciate sometimes. Talked about moving on and out. And hope.
Got home, popped in one of the Anime that I bought on thursday--Someday's Dreamers--and watched 'til I felt all sugary. Damn too cute for words soap opera in Japan's version of Harry Potter. Gaaaaah! Love it.
Milled around online, thinking about far too much. Doing that wonderful thing I do late at night. Not look for anything in particular, just wend back and forth through the maze of the InterWeb, and pondering everything.
Eventually I wended my way through the maze of the dark house, landed on the couch, and let myself be serenaded to sleep by Ghost World.
It seems like I've been on the go constantly since well before Christmas. Go, Go, Go, don't stop, never stop, never sleep, never take a full rest, never clear my head, keep barrelling forward like a locamotive, or a piecemeal run on sentence. Like a shark, keep moving forward or die. No time for evolution, gotta eat, gotta swim, gotta move.
Heck, even this weekend, I've not stopped. Not doing everything that I wanted to, or needed to (This is a common refrain now-a-days; jump on board the "I can't get done what I want to, so get done what you can" locomotive. It's takin' passengers again.), but that's the life I lead.
But, I've managed to do some good for myself, so that's a boon.
Got out of work/meetings (read: talk talk talk plan plan plan) early enough to skip down to Long Beach to visit my old work digs and skoff at poor Dave and the other inhabitants of The Cave. Well, skoff is too strong a word. More like pulled a Nelson Muntz and skiffed out a glorious "Ha. Ha." at folks, and a jolly "Smell ya later!" as I peeled out to the comic book store.
They often miss me at the Comic Book store. Amazing Comics has been really good to me, since I've been a steady customer for nigh on 6 years...Sure, they usually put your pulls back when you don't come to get your books after 4 weeks; for me they make an exception. I've not been down there in almost 5 weeks, but that's okay. They know that I'll wander around the isles searching for other thing for an hour, and increase my purchase by 40%. This makes them happy. I bet they'd start calling my house after 2 months.
Made a quick stop in to see Bri Bri's family, which I haven't done in far too long--since well before the new year. Talked with his mom for a bit, and then hung with his litter bro, Pat, for a while. Little bro who will shortly be 21. Wow. Gave out hugs, said my good byes, and got to the feeway.
Hurried home to have Survivor! family night with mom and grandma, something that we've been doing since the show started. We're addicted together, and we manage to catch every opening show as a family. So, naturally I was a little pissed off when I came home to an empty house. Especially since I came home in lieu of something else. Nothing but a note saying "taping Survivor, we've gone you know where."
But this is how things go. It's done, and I took my revenge by spoiling the end for the two ladies as they watched on tape. Nyah. My wrath is cruel, and unusual, and really, really petty. And funny. Because, it manages to not spoil it for them...not in any real way.
Fortunately I was having a really good day for some reason, and so it all just brushed right on like nothing. The good feeling carried over into Friday, where I was happy to be at work (!!!), moving along, came home, and was happy to be home, and happy to be alive, and after sitting and watching some t.v. got strangely depressed, and promptly passed out asleep.
Saturday kind of held this strange happy-maudlin thing. And mom had asked me to go with her to dinner and a concert that she'd gotten from work: Dinner at the Cerritos Sheridan and tickets for The Manhattan Transfer at the Cerritos Perfoming Arts Center.
After lazing around and trying to get things going, laundry, shopping and venting with Mom about life, the universe and everything, and a piss poor attempt at getting something written, we made it out the door for dinner.
Mom and I talked about some of everything, which we'd not been able to do in a long while without my grandmother being involved. It was good. We ate a really fine meal of steak, asparagus, and shrimp (excellently prepared by the catering staff of the hotel--the head of catering was there dining with us,) some some wine, some fine, fruity sparkling wine, and a rich, filling desert. And then show.
The Manhattan Transfer was a really good time. Nice, swing time music, jazz, and soft pop ballads, yadda yadda yadda. It was fun and a good show. Really good show.
Mom and I took our time getting home last night and just drove around Long Beach and Cerritos and up and down Artesia Blvd. And talked. About what really went on with me and The Austrailian (Apparently my grandma has really stupid--yes, I said stupid--ideas on why it didn't work out), jobs, futures, being fed up, having hope, and moving on. It was a good conversation to have. And timely.
I let her know about the pending tattoo, and she neither approved nor disapproved, and just accepting. Which I really appreciate sometimes. Talked about moving on and out. And hope.
Got home, popped in one of the Anime that I bought on thursday--Someday's Dreamers--and watched 'til I felt all sugary. Damn too cute for words soap opera in Japan's version of Harry Potter. Gaaaaah! Love it.
Milled around online, thinking about far too much. Doing that wonderful thing I do late at night. Not look for anything in particular, just wend back and forth through the maze of the InterWeb, and pondering everything.
Eventually I wended my way through the maze of the dark house, landed on the couch, and let myself be serenaded to sleep by Ghost World.
