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So exactly where did today go?

Let’s see. Walked the dog. Nothing unusual there. Read news during first cup of coffee. Ditto. Performed routine maintenance on wife’s car “because it’s your day off”…

BINGO!

Not to mention fixing her computer. By which I mean rebooting it and then checking the WLAN monitor, which is all I can do on the scant instruction, “It’s not letting me do anything!”

Replied in an angry fashion to an e-mail from the dinner theater asking me to step in again. Reply was curt: “I quit over a year ago.” Whining is sure to follow, my acquiescence shortly thereafter. Already working a half-day this Saturday. Didn’t need the other half stolen from me in an unseemly fashion.

Took a nap. See previous post about the astounding amount of sleep I need these days.

Cooked dinner. Put together a Gundam model for my son, my arthritic fingers protesting over the manipulation of teensy parts. Evening now.

What didn’t I get done that I wanted to today?

Clean up home office. Can’t find my photo paper, and I need to print some photographs. Can’t find much of anything, really, unless it is in the Ring of Work and Play around my desk.

Write. I am way overdue in updating Attack of the 50 Foot DVD, and this weighs heavily on me. Especially having gotten through the entirety of The Bela Lugosi Collection.

At least I finally watered the front yard. That was becoming a bit of a fire hazard. And, considering all of Houston was up beyond 1AM last night watching the World Series, I didn’t have to drive to work through a pack of narcoleptics nodding off at the wheel.

More bulletins as they occur. I will find you, photo paper.

October 26, 2005
Categories: Life's Rich Pageant . . Author: drfreex . Comments: 2 Comments

Discipline? I was kidding, right?

The return to a 9-5 (rather, 8-6 and beyond) routine has had some interesting results. First, I’m amazed at how much sleep I seem to need. Second, I was stunned when I added up my hours and discovered I was not working a 40 hour week, or more, which I had suspected. No, I have to admit that the combo of most Wednesdays off and a long lunch on Friday (the doc is the secretary of the local Rotary Club), conspired to give me a less than full paycheck.

But a paycheck, nonetheless. The creditors are a bit happier now. I still have electricity and the Internet, so I’m happier, too.

I’m a bit gobsmacked when I think of the folk who talk about surfing the Web at work – there is always something to do at the office, from the managing of appointments to the arguing with insurance companies (and how rich was my life before I became embroiled in that land of conflict) – I think I’ve had the time to be bored once in my tenure thus far.

The dynamic has changed a bit in the home life. Before, I cooked most of the meals, but now, coming home after 6pm, that’s rarely my job anymore.

And to be perfectly honest, my evenings have been taken up by one thing: beta testing the upcoming game City of Villains. Somebody must have me in mind when they were planning out this game, as I finally get to play a mad scientist with laser-armed robot minions. I’ll try to post a picture later.

There was supposed to be a massive beta event tonight, but being beta, it has been a long, drawn-out, buggy process. So here I am, weighing in. I am alive, well, and cursing the name of various HMOs, when I am not cobbling together robot pals. Who, you should know, are named Huey, Dewey, Louie, Tom Servo, and Croooooooooow.

October 22, 2005
Categories: Life's Rich Pageant . . Author: drfreex . Comments: 6 Comments

For some reason, the only thing in my head for the past twenty minutes is StrongBad wheeling by on a unicycle, saying, “Hey! Way to work an eleven hour day!”

I believe I’ve mentioned before that my head can a very interesting place to live.

The office is fairly low-key but grinding (yeah, that’s sort of a dental joke). In at 8 this morning, out at 6:45. An actual day off Wednesday, and seemingly no obligations this weekend. Yet.

I’m hoping that this will give my flabby discipline the wake-up call it needs, now that the yammering bills clustered under my monitor are temporarily cowed. I have several need-to-dos hanging fire, and whereas before I could only say my time was at a premium, it is now the stone truth.

Besides the writing, I have a sound design due toward the end of November, which should provide little intrigue. The real problem gets to be the shows I’ve DVRed and now am uncertain when I’m ever going to watch them – last week’s Surface (just to make sure I really hate it), Threshold (missed because I got another “Help me Obi-Wan, you’re my only hope” call) and the new Night Stalker, for which I do not exactly have high hopes.

And all those damned movies stacked up behind me. Crap. Living by a schedule again – boy, I wish this would somehow make me feel young again, since it really reminds me of the days when I was working video production during the day and doing theater at night.

I’m still amazed that some people have the time to be bored.

I need to shut up now, because I’m rambling. Hi, StrongBad!

October 3, 2005
Categories: Life's Rich Pageant . . Author: drfreex . Comments: 3 Comments