Thursday, February 16, 2006

Oh man, I owe...

...I owe you folks a post. I owe MG a major response to her various missives and blog posts (and have had over a week to get that done to no avail... soon, dear, soon...) I owe responses to the fine folks who wished me felicitations at jumping into the next survey bracket (more below). And I owe myself a day off. But it never seems to happen. "But how can that be, JAM?" I hear you ask (at least I think those are the particular voices I hear). It seems that my activities are a fluid -- they will expand to fill the size of the container. So no matter how much "unscheduled time" I have, I still seem to have no time. (No, ADHD doesn't help with that either...)

So yeah, when did I last post? A while ago. Every time I see Huge, he's all, "Well, clearly you don't care about the blog anymore..." Well, excuse me, Man. I'm not your dancing monkey, okay? I have a life. I don't do this for you I do it for me. Capice?

Anyway, so since last we chatted, I jumped into the next survey bracket. What does that mean? Well, did you ever notice surveys are like, "Age?" And then they give you a bunch of choices, "18-24," "25-34," "35-50," etc. Yeah, so finally moved out of that "you're young enough that you have disposable income and thus we want to sell you things" bracket and into the next one. I don't pretend to know what that means. But on February 12th at 8:25 p.m. surrounded by Winter Olympics obsessed (really, I just don't care... I'm sorry if that makes me unAmerican or something) friends and family... (well, surrounded is probably overstating it, but there were people there for the free pizza and cake...) So, yeah, I share my birthday with such greats as Abraham Lincoln and Charles Darwin (so I don't know if I could celebrate my birthday in Kansas or not...)

The rest of my time seems to be filled with the aforementioned, life-sucking, soul-crushing "volunteer activities" (i.e., ADSW, HOA, etc.) You know, I can't help but wonder if maybe I wouldn't be better off if the genetic source material had taught me that it was okay to quit, through in the towel, give up, surrender, etc... Ah, well.

What isn't taken up by that seems to be taken up by the job search (oh, yes, that's still going on, btw.) Several responses to things lately, though none of them good. One guy really wanted to hire me, but the contract they wanted me to manage never materialized. Another person filled their slot, but wondered if I'd be interested in another position, but then used a bunch of business speak jargon I'm still translating back into English (that's big corporate America people).

What isn't job search is filled with chores (I am happy to report that Xmas is finally up in the attic where it belonged far before my birthday -- even if that is the tradition in my parents' house), which seem to keep multiplying. And for recreation, well, I'm running a short game, which naturally requires me to do more research than I'm sure the average student puts in during a marking period (that would be the OCD at work, for those trying to keep track at home). It's a fictional (I hope I don't have to say that, but gods know who's reading what these days) superspy/espionage game, the details of which I'm sure would bore the uninitiated, and well the rest of you are likely playing, so... (Actually, there's just a lot of "spy" stuff over the next little bit -- taking the folks, who are visiting over the next couple of days -- to the International Spy Museum, more research, and at some point I'll probably continue watching MLW's Nikita DVD's (which I tend to do while doing something else, like a chore, etc.))

So, I reckon that's enough of my b*tching and moaning for one post (I know, I know, you really missed me.) I'm sure I'll have more later.

Oh, and for those of you on "Shatner Watch" I found this one recently... I'm sure Mr. Huge is already a member...

3 comments:

ettdt said...

DANCE, MONKEY!! DANCE!!

Seriously, I have an inkling of what you are going through - it seems that time slips through my fingers before I realize it, and it is time to go to sleep or time to go to work.

insidious mr. huge said...

I take it you haven't noticed that I've stopped asking you when you plan on updating your blog. Heck, I don't know the last time I mentioned it to you unless it was along the lines of, "Yeah, I usually check your blog every couple of days."

I have no control over how you interpret that. However, I assume your snarkiness is a side effect of your latent paranoia.

Remember, they ARE coming for you. It's just a matter of time...

CyberianTygre said...

Dude, picture it - little red cap, little red jacket, little tin cup, Agent O'Johnson with an organ grinder...I see this as next year's Halloween costume....