I’m still alive. I had a very nice weekend, nothing major has happened in the negative side of things recently, I just sort of fell offline for a few days.

Content to come, really. Honest. Would I lie to you? Well, to your face, anyway?

• On the bag containing my Radio Shack purchase today: “You’ve got ambition. We’ve got positions.” My immediate reaction: “So bend over and quit yer complainin’.”
• Happy Bunny can start conversations. A (quite pretty) young lady was walking by my table at the mall (I was noshing on some Arby’s for lunch after my stop at The Shack) and I noticed a Happy Bunny button on the strap of her shoulderbag, so I waved her over to get a better look. What did it read? “Wow you’re ugly.” We had a good laugh about that, and away she went.
• After years spent not making “mix tapes,” it turns out I still have the knack. The fifteen tracks of my personal soundtrack (listed a couple of entries down) fit almost perfectly on a CD. Damn, I’m good.
• My artistic endeavors are coming together nicely. I’ve found the right music for my next AMV (gee, it’s only been a couple of years since my last one), I’ve done the soundtrack thing, and my concept for NaNo is coming together nicely. It’s good to be on a roll for a change! (gee, it’s only been a couple of years since…)

And that’s the news that fits, for now.

There I was, trudging home from work at the end of another fun-filled day. I was really trudging, this time. Drained of energy and willpower, I made my way past That Rusting Mexican-style Food Establishment and… the craving hit.

“I must have a bacon double cheeseburger, plain!”

So I crossed the street to the Masculine Royalty-named Food Establishment and made my way inside. Upon coming into reading distance of the menu board, I halted and perused the items looking for what I wanted. It wasn’t there, however. What to do?

I asked the guy behind the counter, “Can I still get a double cheeseburger, even though it’s not up there?” He assured me that yes, indeed, I could do that very thing. I promptly rattled off my order for a double cheeseburger, plain, with bacon, and followed that up with a large order of fries and the traditional family french-fry dipping sauce. (That would be a chocolate milkshake, if you didn’t know.)

Here’s the fogey-stogey part of the tale: While I waited for my order, I pondered the fact that when I was Alexander’s age I could just order a “bacon double cheeseburger, plain” without anyone on either side of the counter batting an eyelash, and the fact that neither the “bacon double cheeseburger” or even the regular “double cheeseburger” was on the posted menu peeved me just a little.

You know your mind is getting older when you not only look back wistfully to the way things were, but tend to resent the way things are because they’ve changed. Bah! Humbug!

Still… it was a yummy little burger, just the way I remember it. Ahhh, bliss.

Hey, I did something good today! I finally stopped by that table set up outside my favorite morning deli and put in my change of address voter registration sheet! This means I’ll actually get my ballot!

Yes, I’m a lazy sod who put it off until mere days before the deadline. This surprises how many of you, exactly?

Anyway. The workday was sporadic and occasionally frustrating, but I was buoyed by memories of time spent in delightful company the night before and a whole lot of nifty anime and anime-related goodness throughout the day. (Look for a flurry of posts over at yonder anime site this week. Oh yeah.)

All in all, not a bad day. Sleep well, my friends.

Mount St. Helens is, literally, just blowing off some steam. This should cover our local volcanic activity requirements for, oh, about another decade or three.

It’s nothing to get excited about, move along now…

I had all sorts of things I was going to post this week. Work stuff, a bit of creative writing, some thoughts on relationships… but instead all I’ve done is work, eat, and sleep. Well, two out of three.

Content to come. At some point.