Author: Karel Kerezman

  • Not even eight o’clock…

    Let’s see: Slept lousy, compounded by someone turning and leaving on the downstairs bathroom’s ceiling fan (which is right below my bedroom) during the night. Nearly-cold shower. Misgauged the weather, so didn’t dress warmly enough. Forgot to grab leftovers for lunch. My pathway from the Hillsboro Airport MAX station to work consisted mostly of deep puddles and mud. Just as I approached the Starbucks, the wind and rain came up, so no breakfast for me because I can’t carry a cup of cocoa, a sandwich and manage my umbrella, at least not without growing two spare hands or a prehensile tail. Unfurled umbrella to discover that the wind was stronger than expected, requiring two hands just to keep the thing pointed the right direction. It was all for naught, because one good gust of wind snapped the umbrella’s struts, right in my face. So I walked the rest of the way to work in the wind and rain, cold, wet, tired, hungry and angry. And since I’m the first (and only) person into the office, I can’t even duck next door to the 7-11 for something to snack on. If nobody gets here before 8 o’clock, I won’t get to eat until lunchtime.

    So. Hopefully your morning’s better than mine.

  • The who of the what, now?

    Just in case I don’t come up with real content today, I present the following.

    My Peculiar Aristocratic Title is:
    The Right Reverend Karel the Indefatigable of Fishbourne Sneething
    Get your Peculiar Aristocratic Title

    In the immortal words of… somebody or other: “Bow down now before me!”

  • May 18, 1980

    With all of the rumbling and recent steam coming from that sawed-off mountain to the north of Portland, maybe this is a good time to tell the story of my experiences during The Big One.

    I was only eight years old; my sister, not yet three. Mom was dating a guy who owned two Ford Mustangs, one small and black and nifty, the other big and green and ugly. He owned, or at least had the run of, some property in the Cascade foothills within reasonable driving distance of Brewster, WA. We were at his little cabin in the woods for the weekend. I think that we were skinning logs that morning, but it may have been the previous day. (Bear with me. We’re talking about a temporal distance of twenty-six years, after all.)

    I remember what sounded a bit like a sonic boom, but with that curiously muffled quality that a great distance imparts to any loud noise. We were all outside, and I think we all immediately knew what happened. I knew, anyway, and Mom wasted no time hustling us away from the cabin and back into town.

    What came next is a bit vague, though I do have a clear memory of Brewster later on (possibly the next day), with overcast skies and a couple of inches of ash covering everything in sight. During one summer, a couple of years later, Sis and I were living in Soap Lake with The Savages (Ken & Virginia) and there were still ashdrifts all over the desert.

    All I can think now is, “I’m glad the prevailing winds would carry the ash away from Portland if that happens again.” Well… I also think, “I hope Hood doesn’t go next!”

  • I’ve got your holiday spirit, mister…

    Perhaps you think me a miserly Scrooge-like figure for not acknowledging the impending holiday before this point. In truth, you should all thank me for not following through on an idea I came up with a couple of weeks ago. I was going to replace all of the random banner image selections with Christmas-themed material… drawn entirely from anime galleries I’ve raided over the years. After spending an hour poring over my sources, I gave up the notion as a bad job.

    Aren’t you grateful, now?

    Speaking of holiday imagery, check out The Cap’n’s Gallery of Unfortunate Christmas Cards.

  • Alright, who drugged my breakfast?

    Okay, so I was up fairly late on Saturday night, but I made up for it with a decent night’s sleep. I made a point of getting to bed at a decent hour last night. So could someone explain to me why I spent the entire day struggling to stay awake?

    Seriously. The one day I’d prefer to do my job over the phone (an entire class of technology which I normally prefer to avoid) instead of via instant message and email, and everybody wants me to read instead. I could barely see straight, I’m telling you. Right now I’m typing this post out of sheer stubborn willpower. (I goofed off all weekend without posting; by the gods I’m going to get something out today!)

    Anyway, my weekend in a nutshell goes something like this: Saturday, the kids and I tried out the Apocalypse Mod for Scorched (Earth) 3D. To say we “had a blast” would be both punny and appropriate, so… we had a blast! Bwahahaha. Afterward I went over to Lil’s for dinner, snuggling on the couch, watching bad television and reading that interminable rpg.net motivator poster thread. Sunday consisted of cleaning, shopping, cleaning, shopping, visiting with The Imperial Princess of Cute, watching the world’s cutest anime, and then playing games with the usual Sunday night crowd. Oh, and sleeping.

    Mmmmm. Sleeeeeeeeeeeep. Pardon me, I need to go do that now. G’nite.

  • Thank $deity it’s Friday

    I won’t say that it was a bad day at the office, but it was quite frazzling. I also know that almost everyone else I know found today (and/or the entire week) just as un-fun as I have, if not even more so.

    You’d better believe I’m going to wring all the enjoyment I can out of this weekend, baby, and I recommend that you do the same.

    And since nobody’s used it yet: If you look at the top menu bar, there’s a “Contact” link. It takes you to a form. I’m pretty sure you’re all smart enough to know what to do from that point. Of course you are!