Maybe nobody ever has

It's very simple, really.

The difference between me and them:

They want to be free.
I will be free.

They want to be happy.
I... I will be happy.
Someday.

It's the difference between fruitlessly coveting something, and knowing in your heart you won't rest until you have it.

On that note, it works both ways. One can know deep down within their being what will, and will not come to pass.

My metaphysical rant for the day.

Feeling a little Eel

Damn, this bugger of a virus is persistent. First, it went for the lungs, and when those were sufficiently damaged, it moved to the throat. Now that I have no voice, it seems that it's fair for it to begin ravaging my sinuses, causing my nose to run almost constantly, although no amount of blowing seems to bring any relief.

As I'm writing this, I've got two wads of kleenex stuffed up each nostril in an effort to stem the tide. None of my formidable arsenal of drugs and decongestants has had any effect thus far, so I'm resorting to more physical techniques. God blast me if this isn't the most goddamn annoying infection I've ever had. And on top of that, I tried going to work today, but instead of getting actual work done, I spent the whole day blowing my goddamn nose. Now I'm three stories behind, and I'm still blowing my fucking nose. Fucking virus. I will personally see your pestilence wiped out with extreme prejudice and pleasure.

Watch now as I catch a spore-born teratogen from this house.

Oorgle

So.

It appears that I may not be going to Vulcan after all. Which is just fine in my books. It leaves me a lot more freedom for moving around on weekends and whathaveyou.

I've been sick a lot lately too. I don't doubt that it has something to do with the house I'm living in right now. You just don't have leaky ceilings and then expect no mould or other foreign gross shit to start growing up there. It's pretty much chronic lungsville for me. Whenever I get a weekend off, I go home and the first thing that happens is my lungs go through a purge cycle. Not pleasant, but really, what can you do?

Anyway. I guess the pace quickens with WoW. I made the hike from Aldrassil all the way to Goldshire with my neglected level 5 Druid, who will from this point on be affectionately known as Scuzzy McHoebag. Seriously, I think Tracy was jealous or something.

Although... it was kind of awkward when Trevor started checking my avatar out. You alright man?

Edit: No sooner did I write this, than I got a phonecall from Vulcan. Oh boy.

Allotrope

So.

I made the trip out to Tracy's yesterday, for some quality time with the gang.

The highlight of my night was playing Metroid Prime 3 for the first time, and nearly tossing the controller in frustration. Seriously, using the Wiimote for the first time is like trying to masturbate without using your hands.

The game was fun though, when it wasn't trying to be retarded. In hindsight, Dan, I made that battle harder than it needed to be. One hypermode would've saved both of us my embarrassing display of ineptitude.

On that note, I'm thinking I should pick up a Wii in the near future. Maybe I'll pick one up with my last paycheque when it comes. Lord knows I need the practice, and I wouldn't mind playing some Twilight princess and Metroid.

In any event, sorry, no picture this time. What? Don't look at me like that.

Conundrum

A conundrum presents itself. My resignation is in, and I'm done at month's end.
No sooner than that, and I get a call from a friend in Vulcan. His editor is leaving for greener pasture, and they're in need of an experienced individual to run their show.

I don't want to. But on that note, I don't want to leave a friend high and dry while I'm looking for work anyway.

It's a tough decision. I really want some time to myself. But on that note, I want to have funds handy for the spring.
Anyway, I'll probably not get any sleep tonight as I think it over.

Photo: One of the cars from Thunder in the Valley, which I covered a couple weeks ago.

Fashionably Late

I had a couple pictures that I was going to throw up here a couple weeks back, with some kind of blurb about The Simpsons movie and hanging out with Dan, Trevor, and Tracy, but on getting home, I just crashed into bed and forgot all about it.

Until now.

But I don't really have anything to say anyway, so there.
Dan, if you want more pictures of hot girls, you need to bring them. Bring them, and I'll take care of the rest. Oh yes.

Lunar Posting

There are still some people that think the world is flat. This, I don't understand, because we're in an age after we've seen the other side of the moon.