This morning I woke up to this…
I had been told some snow would be likely, but so many people were saying it would be light and not settle that this was a bit of a surprise but it has been such a warm and lovely winter so I really can’t complain.
I hopped on my scooter to go to work and discovered that the snow hid a layer of hard ice from last nights rain. Rather than die mangled and bent in a ditch I opted to call in. I spent all day cleaning and fiddling with my solar panels (which were not really getting a lot of power covered in ice and snow).
Once the sun had made the roads less lethal, I headed off to the hacker space where I plan to hang out so I don’t have to try to drive through this muck at 5AM, which is what I would have to do to make it to work by 7 carefully creeping through the dark at 10mph…
So far I have worked on my Sekrit Projekt and made these.
I had a pair of broken goggles and some perforated metal from inside an old Mac monitor and they seemed to call out for one another.
For the record… Riding Rocinante through freezing snow DOES take a little of the joy out of the ride… But it did not kill me!
So I ended up napping on one of the sofas at the hacker space last night for an hour or two before I had to get to work. I was working on four projects simultaneously and the creative energy just carried me right past the point where it made any sense at all to go home and sleep.
My kitties are going to be very unhappy with me.
I’m now about halfway through my work day and still buzzing with energy. I am sure I will feel the crash soon, but I am bolstering the sheer joy of creation with the sheer joy of a very large coffee so I should survive.
The trick is going to keep my momentum going. To keep the energy flowing in interesting, creative, and joyful directions. I have fancy plans that should help and I am fostering an attitude of looking ahead past the road blocks, especially the ones that I have already stumbled on. There is good stuff coming and good stuff that happened, the things that aren’t good stuff are not worth more than a wary glare right now.
Also Windows 8 is a work of pure evil!
So last year I set a few goals. Then I said hello to a truck. This set me back a bit, and giving in to a rather deep rut of depression set me further back for a long long time.
I was thinking about revisiting those goals and making a new set, then a deer made me reconsider. I am going to take the near (but avoided) disaster as an omen and keep my goals and thoughts on this completely arbitrary milestone to myself for now.
I can say that I am in a very good place emotionally, and a pretty good place physically, and I am looking forward to good and exciting things.
Be excellent to each other!
This morning on the way to work a deer and I met quite suddenly.
I veered and put on the brakes and the deer veered as well… Directly in front of me. I counter-veered and managed to clip the deer with my turn signal and punch her quite squarely in the side of the head. Her expression seemed to say “what the fuck dude!” Which is pretty much what I said before she bounded off into the woods.
i feel bad about the whole exchange… But I am sure she deserved it for something.
So one bit of bent metal that was easy to straighten and a wrist that doesn’t seem broken (though I’m keeping my eye on it, this is the wrist that seems to attract pavement and stairs and things).
All in all could have been a worse morning.
So they just don’t write em like that any more? You like that old time rock and roll? You are singing about how music used to be better than it is now?
So you are telling me that your job, what it is you do and get paid for, isn’t being done as well as it used to… And you are the one doing it. You are by your own admission, doing a poor job of the thing you are supposed to be good at. You are telling me that you should be fired from your job because you are not very good at it. And for that you expect to be paid.
You might as well be singing about how totally rad high school was, or your football glory, or how sad it was when you were an asshole to some girl like… 35 years ago.
I hate you and want you to explode.
You know how when someone says something incongruous or just a little off bit kilter and you respond “That’s my band!”
You know you do!
I decided to begin jotting down the ones that I liked the best. Here is my current crop.
-Pain Meds and Power Tools
-No One Is Derick
-A Given Value of Mitchel
-Punch Hole Unit
-That Monkey Gimmick
-Second Hand Butt Plug
If anyone wants to take any of these and run with them… I want a signed copy of the CD and to get to design your T-shirts.
Also this happened a while ago…
Captain Glitterbeard questions his life decisions
So most mornings I am In a terrible rush. A combination of my inability to be a morning person and my half asleep creative math usually insures I have 15 minutes to get ready and get out the door. This morning was a little worse as I had convinced myself that a five minute snooze meant I had an extra 15 minutes later…
So anyhow, I raced out of the door and jumped on Rocinante, ready to zoom out into the oncoming day. Something felt immediately very very wrong.
Upon investigation, I found this little beauty plunged to the hilt in the back tire.
I left it in (thank you for that important life lesson dad!) and pumped the tire up with enough air to almost get to the gas station… Which I arrived at after a mile of pushing Rocinante…
I used the gas stations compressor to pump the back tire full, which got me as far as the HellMart, where I bought an emergency puncture repair kit and a couple fix-a flats just in case… Also a cheap plain T-shirt as mine was now sopping with sweat.
A quick repair later I am at work only an hour late. Here is hoping that the temporary fix lasts two to four weeks until I can afford to get into the shop for a more permanent solution…
It is the year two thousand and fifteen… Have we not solved this problem already?
-The atomic number of ruthenium (which is very pretty)
-The code for international direct dial phone calls to the United Kingdom
-Julius Caesar was assassinated in 44BC
-Wu Han died in 44AD
-Gary Busey was born in 1944
Yesterday marked the forty fourth anniversary of my entry, in approximately this form, into what we perceive as this state of existence.
It is an arbitrary date to use. A theoretical shift forward on the scoreboard of life… But I suppose it will do.
The day itself was not terribly remarkable. I woke up in a borrowed house and had a pleasant morning. I took a relatively luxurious shower and had plenty of time to settle into the harsh reality I call “being awake.” I had to work and it was a later shift so there was no time for any particularly fun activities… But work passed quickly enough and afterwards I was treated to a lovely Thai dinner. Cake and presents happened the night before, so all told the rituals were pleasantly observed.
So this leaves me thinking about the significance of passing this particular milestone set to the side of linear time.
That nasty little voice hiding somewhere behind my eyes would love to endlessly recount all of my many failings and dissapointments. I am increasingly finding that voice to be incredibly dull however, so it can go cheerfully fuck itself raw for a bit. It is a lot more interesting to look at where I currently am, where I want to be, and what tools I have to deal with the obstacles in my way (both internal and external).
This was supposed to be the year of “getting some stuff done.” Instead it was the year of recovering from disaster and wallowing a little in the comforting embrace of depression who loves me and is always there when I need it… Depression is also very boring and can fuck itself raw.
So this year will be a year of getting a few things done and knocking down a lot of obstacles so that I can get even more done. It had an OK start and is sitting in a bit of a swamp, but I am thinking it’s going to be a pretty satisfying tick forward on the arbitrary scoreboard and quite a few ticks forward on some much more interesting scoreboards.
Woke up with plenty of time, took a long shower and wrote until I suddenly didn’t have any more time. An hour goes really quickly if you let it get away from you.
Tracy had come up to visit so we talked as I packed up everything. Then I said my quick goodbyes and rushed down for paranoia, barely making it I time to the room it was scheduled to be in… Then rushed halfway across the hotel to the room it was moved to (this seemed to bea theme this year).
After paranoia I had a last beer and chicken wings with Duane and tried to get in touch with Damon. He had left the con to go see mad max so Duane gave me a ride to BART.
One last BART ride out to the bus… I was constantly tempted to get off the train and explore the areas around each familiar station, but I just watched them go by until I got to the far spur where one connects with the bus to Marin.
The phone system once again did not believe that the bus stop actually existed… I swore at it a lot and tried to get it to understand the line number or agency… But it had no luck with those either. Technology making our lives easier.
The bus did finally come, and one $7 bus ride later I was in San Rafael. Dad and Sarah arrived a few minutes later and we went to Pancho Villas for chille rilleno and a margarita and then home to Woodacre to sit around talking until once again sleep demanded our presence
Another leisurely morning. I woke up with two hours until Damon was due to start his game so I had plenty of time to shower and lounge around. On the other hand, Damon realized he had forgotten a bag of props and things and so had to run home and get them. I hung around and slowly got ready then went downstairs to see if I had gotten into his game. I had so I made my way to the room it was scheduled to be in… Then to the room they had moved it to. I beat Damon there by a few minutes.
The game was a lot of fun, and Damon has seriously raised the bar on in-game props. It was only the second game he has ever written, and the very first run of the game, so it did have some rough edges. The players (myself included) had a lot of fun though and almost everyone stayed after the gameto talk about it… That is usually a really good sign.
He and I spent some time walking around and discussing the scenario and his style. We returned to the room to refill flasks then met the others for Beta Team.
Beta team is a game that has been running for years now by Michael Silverling. We meet at conventions and find a quietish space and bash our way disastrously through time and space. We play the expendable foot soldiers of an organization that polices the timeline and tries to prevent others from mucking it up too badly… Usually we muck it up pretty badly.
After the game we all sat talking for a long time about Beta Team, cons, and life in general. People filtered out to sleep until it was just Michael, Badger, Damon, Duane, and myself. Then the hour made itself felt and Damon and I headed upstairs where we Watched tv, wrote, and talked, until 2am