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  • Motive A Shun

    Do you remember what it was like when you were excited by something?

    I wish I could, lately. It seems like everything I try to do either blows up in my face or sputters to a halt. The anime forum? It’s limping along, with maybe five or six posters (counting myself) contributing during any given month. The webcomic? About 30 visitors every Monday and Thursday, sometimes one or two will comment, and now that I’ve run out my backlog of story and joke ideas it’s going to be a challenge, indeed, to keep it rolling. Writing? Hah. (Double hah, even.) Journalling? Yeah, you can see how many times I’ve posted in the last few months, eh? Music? I don’t have the budget to seek out new material anymore. Movies? I rarely set foot in a theater, and it’s not like I can afford DVDs very often either. Photography? Other than the comic, not so much.

    I don’t know if I’m just getting old (which is silly, I’m not even 40 yet) or if life plus work equals being too worn out to do or care much. I’m not happy, though. But what can I do about it? Solutions all require time and energy that I lack.

    I’m tired of being tired.

  • Who needs sleep?

    So, how does my body follow up a night in which I start with insomnia, and end with an anxiety attack?

    By starting with insomnia and ending with a giant-spider invasion nightmare.

    Maybe eight hours of sleep between the two nights, and one of those was a Saturday night so in theory I should’ve been able to get as much sleep as I needed to, right? I anticipate a fun-filled day of yawning and nodding off…

  • What’s this, the Iditarod?

    Here’s another dose of “English FAIL” for your amusement:

    Sometimes, the spellchecker isn’t enough to save a sign’s maker from embarrassment.

    These have been up on a residential block near Kyla’s place for months while an ugly-as-sin lump of condominiums goes in. I finally remembered to take a picture before construction completed…

  • Trailor Spot

    Oh look, it’s a bit of English FAIL on the way to work this morning! This, near the Washington County Fairgrounds…

    In other news, my new phone’s camera seems not to suck nearly as much as the xv6800’s… nice, eh?

  • xxRAGE xALE

    Here’s a taste of how my mind works:

    There’s a cardboard sign bent partway around a streetsign-pole at the end of our street. It’s for a garage sale, but the way it’s bent it reads “RAGE ALE” from most legible angles. What’s also odd is that there’s another sign at the corner of the block on the way to work, similarly bent, also thus advertising a RAGE ALE.

    So. As I leave home, I pass the first sign at the end of the block. As I approach work, I pass the other sign at the start of the block. This is a strange sort of symmetry in my morning.

    The world is weird. And this is the sort of thing which my old superstitious mind would interpret as a Sign Of Some Portent. Now I just think it’s silly… and wonder if anyone’s trademarked the name Rage Ale, because c’mon, we all know somebody who’d drink that.

  • Comfort Snack Dinner

    I could have fried up a burger or two. I could’ve boiled some ramen noodles. I could’ve heated up a can of something in the microwave. Instead, I decided to indulge yet another of my little quirky, guilty pleasures: Peanut butter and crackers.

    There’s a procedure to it, of course.

    1. Gather ingredients: Less than half of a sleeve of saltines, jar of peanut butter.
    2. Gather implements: Small plate, butter knife.
    3. Arrange crackers on plate either in a gracefully-knocked-over stack or (my personal favorite) in two-cracker stacks.
    4. Get the right amount of peanut butter onto the knife. Enough for the crackers to stick together, not so much that you get peanut butter squirting out of the crackers’ holes to make a big mess. If you do it right, you get just a bit of peanut butter through the holes for an amusing visual effect.
    5. Use the dab of peanut butter on the knife to pick up the top cracker from one of the stacked pairs, then you get to hold the cracker in your fingers while you swirl and spread the peanut butter around like a normal person.
    6. Pick up the other cracker of the pair and make a sandwich.
    7. Munch.
    8. Return to step 1 until out of crackers.

    Today wasn’t a bad day, but that doesn’t mean I can’t have a comfort food night anyway. Right?

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