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Disjointedly Connected

So...sorry. Didn't want to freak anyone out over in Facebook land. I just feel myself getting a little too...involved over there these days. I'm starting to comment and 'Like' just to make sure people know I'm still around. In short, I'm feeling a little too needy and high maintenance over there as of late. I recognize that as some of the symptoms of the problems I had with FB before (leading to the self-imposed absence). So, time to just dial it back a bit.I'd like to raise a practical question at this point. How the hell do you know when bleu cheese goes bad? I'm not trying to be a smart ass or anything, I genuinely don't know. I mean, to me the whole damn block of cheese looks moldy. I hear it's wonderful. And I'm not saying I'll never eat it. I just generally don't go out of my way for it.And fuck the back still hurts. Apparently they know the affected area and have found the knots in my musculature. And that's all well and …

Carrots in the Hummus

I'm not sure when I actually sat down to lunch...which means I'm probably close to my hour being up. And that's OK. This won't take long. This one is more of a sketch anyway...some random thoughts (because none of the other blog posts have just been random thoughts). Speaking of random thoughts, this blog was originally called Random Meanderings. A name that still fits on most days.Had dinner and a book club discussion of sorts with a friend yesterday evening. And as we were discussing life, the universe (and everything), it hit me. I started getting insight in to my role in relationships. This thought was further explored in my dreams as evidenced by the fact that my brain picked right back up on it this morning as I was getting ready for work. I'm an infectious dreamer. Anyone who has spent any time with me can probably pick up on that. I have an almost naive sense that the dreams I have will come true. The things I have in store for me in my life will happen. I…

Today It Clicked

Today as I'm driving to work, it clicked. I finally figured out one of the reasons I hate traffic so much. Not necessarily the rush hour commute (which, arguably, is traffic at its worst), but all forms of traffic (or most forms).Traffic is the perfect real-world metaphor for what our society has become. We box ourselves in...and try to get where we're going and fuck anyone that tries to cut us off or get in our way. Some people blast ahead, not paying attention to any of the signs. Others move at a slower pace and get passed by. Still others deftly maneuver...allowing people to pass or cut in their lane. As metaphors go, it's one of my most perfect. You even have derailment....accidents. And you can see how your life (your car) affects the lives (cars) of everyone around you. If you life a reckless life (drive like an asshole)--someone's going to get hurt...and it's not necessarily you. There are people in our lives trying to police things...make sure we follow t…

Contextual Shift

I'd be lying if I said that everything is going super smoothly with this transitional period in my life. Oh, to be sure, I'm actually much happier now that I'm out of that house/relationship/situation. I realize that I had a contribution in the decline...so I'm not saying it's any one person's fault. We both had a hand in the shift. But what's weird to me now is the context of things. I was a party for my former neighbor a couple weeks ago. And parked across the street from her house. It used to be our house. I heard her dog barking. Used to be my/our dog. Wednesday when I was at the chiropractor, I saw her car in the parking lot. It used to be...well....it was always in her name, but I used the vehicle when necessary.Sorry if you read that on FB and thought that I actually saw her while I was out. I haven't actually seen her since the day I got the last of my stuff (that I was taking) out of her house. I've seen her son a couple of times since…

Wait For Walk Signal

It seems like at various points in my life, all I'm doing is waiting for the walk signal. Which...really is kind of odd. The metaphor of standing on a corner calls all sorts of off-color metaphors to mind. Or perhaps it calls metaphors to my off-color mind. Either way, shit makes me think.I think a lot. More than I should about some things, and clearly not enough about other things.It was kind of a nutty weekend. We had a major software update at work...so Friday (and Saturday, and Sunday) were quite interesting. I think the kinks (in the software) are finally sorted out...but yeah.Hung out with my neighbors Saturday evening and lemme tell you, THAT was interesting. It was a good time. They're a good bunch of peeps from what I can see. They can't really take the place of the neighbors I moved away from, but I still feel good about the move.Sunday was a day of volunteering at the Arts and Music Festival in Westerville.OH! I almost forgot. I hit Bed Bath & Beyond on Sat…

Fear and Self Loathing in Las Vegas

I don't really loathe myself. Well. Not as much anymore as I used to. I just really couldn't think of anything remotely clever to user as a title for this long overdue blog post. I guess if you were the assuming types, the 6 of you would assume that I haven't taken a lunch in quite some time. And you'd be partly correct. I have still consumed food during that time of day we conveniently label as 'lunch' (or dinner if you're from the South (you have breakfast, dinner (lunch), supper (dinner)....or something like that. To be honest, I only ever kept it straight when my Papaw said it. Or my dad..because he reminds me of the good things about Papaw).Hello ramble-train WHOO WHOO...chugga chugga chugga.I'm happy that it's Friday friday...(fuck you Rebecca Black*). But yeah. I'm working a bit late tonight for a software install at work and then helping out at the Westerville Arts Festival Saturday (and our bi-weekly family dinner on Sunday). Should be …

Going For A Quick Jog

Today was kind of a crazy day. I write that opening sentence sitting in my living room. In the dark. Lights out save for the fluorescent over the sink in the kitchen, the glow of the iPad on my lap board and the lightning that is peppering the sky outside (of course I left the curtains open for that, duh).This morning didn't start out too crazy. I cleaned up a bit. I did dishes. I got my laundry ready to do. I got the canvas laptop bag out of the himalayan storage area it was hiding in (recycling my bags keeps me from getting new ones and forces me to work on appreciating shit I already own. It's pretty much the only way I justify shopping-therapy).The thunder storm sounds like it might actually kick back up a notch and that's cool. I love thunderstorms. I would be writing this on my wraparound porch right now, watching the thunderstorm from a front row seat. If I had one. Someday.So...yeah. Dishes. NBD. Laundry prep. NBD. A friend dropped off some Advocare shakes they …

Confirmation

So...long time readers and lurkers who have gone back and read through past posts will know that I used to frequent Brew-Stirs on Sunbury Road. It was a Friday/Saturday night tradition. And by tradition I mean it was something I did to be able to function in my situation for the rest of the week. Sure...I knew the marriage was far from ideal, but by hanging out with my 'friends' I could at least pretend like there was a bright spot. And the astute observer (pun intended) will note that the bright spot should have been my home life, it wasn't.So now, because of what that place represented to me (an escape, if you will), when I go there...it brings back those feelings. It's a little too close to what used to be my house (stumbling distance, actually). And because if that, I think that whenever I go, I'm reminded of that former life. And I don't like those feelings. Ironically, those feelings are used to be what I went to Brew-Stirs to get away from. Now, going…

A Weekend of the Spins

I sometimes curse the long commute. Traffic aside (traffic is my bane...despise it and have yet learned to embrace it)...the problem with my current commute is that it's just long enough that I start thinking of things...such as clever titles and directions I want today's blunch (blog lunch...hey--it was better than llog) to flow. I had a really cool and clever idea.And now it's shit because I've forgotten it completely. If there is any sense to the irony of the universe, I'll remember the title and flow for the blog on the way home. I really can't wait until we have cars that drive themselves so I can have an extra 30minutes to type that isht out on the ways to and from work. Someday. Someday it will happen. And then my only choice for the commute will be to take the auto-drive flying car or the jet-pack. Decisions, decisions. Speaking of decisions....the above pic doesn't appear to have been a good decision. Clearly the person in that picture has had way…