Laughing Out Loud

Hey there, all...

My playlist consists of The Wallflowers, Alison Krauss + Union Station, Sarah Brightman, Pam Tillis, and some stuff from "O Brother, Where Art Thou?" You'd be surprise how well those folks work together. :)

I'm running a bit late today, but I called into work so I guess it's OK just this once. I think I'll probably have to stop staying up so late until I learn a little discipline to get up in the morning when my alarm says I have to. Sorry, Leo, about last night. Computer likes doing Something Weird these days. <:P I have a few friends and acquaintances that I've come to classify as 'Those People' (tm), people who are part of a really tightknit macro community of writers, artists, philosophers and thinkers...as well as some who are just a part of the community because they're well-liked. I keep having run-ins with Those People and while I don't feel any burning animosity or jealousies towards them like I once did, I often find myself at a complete loss as to what to say. Anything I could possibly say, I often think, would end up sounding inadequate, and most conversation-starting attempts just about end up DOA all the time. Don't want to talk about macro; too...forced, and my ideas of what's sexy and theirs are often way different. Don't want to talk about my writing, because then I sound like a boastful idiot, and my idea of what makes a cool macro story and theirs is often way different. Don't want to talk about my life, because as much as I'm in a really good place right now I always come off as complaining when I talk about freakishly hectic things are right now. I mean, talking about dragging friends out of bed and bribing them with tasty things to get rides to walk doesn't make for the most uplifting conversation. Mostly, then, when I run across Those People I end up not saying anything at all. Nothing I could come up with would really...connect, I think. So, we often end up occupying the same spaces, just staring at each other, familiar with each other's presence but not really knowing what either is really like. I don't think it really *bothers* me, as much as it just makes me curious. I'm a somewhat vain animal, and I'd hate to think that I come off as this stumbling, depressive weirdo whenever I'm around. ;) I have a tendency to give a much different impression than I mean to. I don't think, at this point, close friendships with Those People is really possible. I *am* on good terms with a lot of them, but it's just one of those things that don't work; our attitudes and priorities are too different. It's not a big deal! (Disclaimer.) It's just something that has been on my mind the past couple days.

Wound Down

Hey there, all...

You know you haven't been eating well when your body starts screaming at you as you do the things it was designed to do. A half-day of work today and already I feel like I've run a marathon. :/

I need a better diet. Can anyone recommend really good but nutritious pre-prepared meals and such for quick bites? Much appreciated.

In happier news, wrote the first seven days of ??Salvation??, and got it to a point I like it. I worry that the art direction might give potoroo a nervous breakdown, though. So I want his leg to be in the upper right hand corner of the strip, with his head down front and center, his body flowing like it's just dripped off the ceiling. Yay for po-mo comic strips. <:)