In a little over 18 hours, I will have been alive for 30 revolutions of this rock I call home around the sun. Thirty years old. Sometimes, I am surprised that I made it this far. I certainly did not do so alone. I have done it with the help of many people, people whom I have loved and hated, people whom I have been loved by and hated by. Sometimes ( Read more... )

And I'm still here. Figuratively speaking. New apartment. Same job. Maybe this year, things will change. Maybe they won't. It's strange, having a birthday on the last day of the year... I think I get more perspective on how much can change in a year than others, for good or ill. Too much perspective is as bad as not enough. But such is life, and ( Read more... )

This was a triumph.

And yeah. I'm still alive. Didn't win the Championship this year. But oh well.

And in one hour, I will have survived 28 years on this rock, more or less intact ( Read more... )

I have been dreaming again. Whatever strange alignment of happenstantial effects are coming together once more to make my nights hours long examinations of my life through the backdrop of interpretive thought. Sometimes, there's a level of excitement there, usually some action and problem solving, like any good story. But at its core, I know what ( Read more... )

Go see it. Seriously. It is just that damn good. I was impressed.

So, I might be a bit less... reclusive, soon? My schedule is finally changing from 2 PM to midnight to 10 AM to 8 PM. With consecutive days off. This means? I'll be around in evenings again.

I might actually be able to talk with people online again.

On opening night in Lowell? Most of the Nashua, NH gaming crew, the waitress from Denny's, an old friend, someone dressed up like the Comedian, two Rorsharchs, and a host of other motley sorts. All in all? I was surprised at the quality of the film. And it didn't back off on the characters. It really went all the way to show where everyone came ( Read more... )

So, I'm awake. Nothing clear from tonight's nightmares, just a chaotic jumble of images and impressions. Mostly, I'm remembering the migraine of the night before, with its more peculiar twists and turns. I stare at my hands in my dreams, and wonder if they're really mine. Or I marvel at how simple the silhouette of light can be, dappled through the ( Read more... )

And still insists he sees the ghosts ( Read more... )