Rave: Family reunion is kicking some ass. This family is awesome. Rant: Busted my car's parking brake. I am so pissed.
Rant: it's been over a month and my back is STILL fucked up. I'm 27 and feel 80. This shit ain't right. Bigger rant: I'm so stressed out right now that it's making my back hurt even worse. I thought finishing my book would be the end of my stress, but promoting is the damn worst. Rave: At least tomorrow is a holiday, I have rum left in the freezer, and i'm going to take my boys to Busch Gardens in the morning to attempt to de-stress myself.
Rave: That girl I was ranting and raving about two weeks ago? I wasn't sure if we were gonna work out? Rave: We had a lot of sex last night. Three times. She's cute post-coitus, and I'm a fan. Rant: During coitus, even though I told her beforehand to let me know what I was doing wrong and right, she didn't say a fucking thing. Three goddamn times. Let me know what works for you, ok? I'm ok with being the only one having an orgasm once. Maybe twice. Third time... Clue me in. I like you and wanna make you feel good. Help me help you.
Rant: I've had an idea for a book since last Fall, one that I think could actually have a lot of potential. I wrote bits and pieces of it, and then dropped it. Then, during my trip, it all just came out and by the end I had a nearly complete first draft. But, ever since I've been back I've totally lost it. That whole creative motivational ego pendulum swing is stuck in thinking it's crap that no one is ever going to read or care about. It's shorter than I want it to be, and I can't figure out where or how to expand, and there are some sections that I think read like a diary entry rather than something that could be considered literary nonfiction. It's a really personal project, and while one of my most frequent compliments on my writing is its honesty and I think (on good days) that people could relate to it and find it interesting, I'm just stuck on the thought that I'm a nobody and no one is going to care about my life unless I get famous first. Or something. And one of the things I feel weirdest about is that 9 out of the 10 essays are more or less complete (they have a long way to go editing-wise, but the full story's out there on the "page") but the one I have no idea how to finish is a story about my dad. I don't know how to write about him. (Oh, I guess I should mention the basic premise is a collection of essays about the relationships I've had that have shaped me the most.) It's upsetting to me. I want to make sure he comes off as a good character but I can't figure out how to put that in the story. Right now I have two totally disconnected sections, and one accidentally ended up concentrating on some of our rough patches, which is not the overall tone I want for his chapter. It's like, here's my chance to put into words how much my dad means to me and I'm coming up blank, and I hate it. Bah. Also, this shit is fucking depressing. There are two more lighthearted essays (hopefully three, if I work the one about my dad out) and they sound so fucking twee, especially when surround by all the other ones. I'm trying to make it have a hopeful ending, but god damn, when I read it through I wonder who the hell is going to want to put themselves through reading it. And the final thing: It sucks that the people I turn to most often to ask for help with my various writing projects have pretty big roles in the story. I feel weird being like "Hey, can you help me edit this manuscript? There's an entire chapter and then some about you, but do you think you could give me an opinion on it?" I never thought I'd miss writing workshops from college but it would be really nice to get someone who hasn't been inside my head with it for a year to look it over. Writing strugz out.
Rave: My friend is on X-Factor Australia Ravier: Said friend was the feature awesome audition on Thursday night and Youtube of his performance has since gone pretty nuts. Ravier still: Perez Hilton linked to his audition and it's gotten a quarter million hits in a couple of hours. It's gone up 10,000 hits in the the last 10 minutes or so. Even Ravier: The reaction is overwhelmingly positive, despite the fact that he wasn't born a dude. Raviest: The dude totally looks like Wolverine, and during the broadcast there were shots of people doing the X thing with their forearms behind him. Rant: Despite being born a girl, dude has better beard than me.
Rave: Well I made it to Stockholm. Now begins the first day of the rest of my life. Rave: Internet on the train.
RANT Do you know that How I Met Your Mother episode, where the friends discover each other's bad habits?Well it's happened to me. Who seriously can't eat with their mouth closed by the time they're 23?
Rant- WHAT IS THE POINT OF HAVING A DAY OFF WORK IF THE PRICE IS RIGHT WONT BE BROADCAST? If Iw anted to watch a bunch of men wear short shorts I would just watch gay porn. Rave- Best Buy exchanged my TV. Rant- Cable man won't be here until tomorrow to hook this shit up and nothing is on the broadcast channels.
Rave First day lifting in the gym in a year or so Rant I'm weak as fuck Rave Gym has a great sauna and tons of hot chicks Rant Me even going to the gym is a result of getting kicked out of exercising in my own living room.
Rant- I am making a doctors appointment tomorrow, fuck it. Whole fucking weekend was pert near ruined by my insane allergies.
RAVE: Made my first recipe out of The French Laundry cookbook: Eric's Staff Lasagna. Okay, I started with the remedial recipe, but it came out damn good. I made a few substitutions and was very impressed with the result. Southern boy approved. RANT: Why ex-Mr. Pink felt the need to tell me today that he and his rebound girl fuck in the same bed we shared as husband and wife is beyond me. He didn't understand when I said "Okay! Not something I wanted to know or hear about, thanks, especially when I'm not sharing intimate details about my relationship." RAVE: Move into a bigger office tomorrow. Yay!
RANT: This is a very geeky rant so laugh at me at will. I built a new freenas server and it's working in every way I want it to. Part of this server is for media to stream to various devices in my home. I bought a WD TV Live Plus media box to stream the data to my tv from the server. Problem one is that it doesn't have built in wireless. Crap. No biggie, I went to the store and bought a USB adapter that was on the approved list on WD's website. Here's where it gets fucked up. The device wouldn't recognize the usb wireless adapters. The firmware is much older than the most current available, which should recognize it. Again, no biggie. I downloaded the firmware and followed the instructions. Device bricked. Turns out you can only upgrade two steps at a time in firmware. Should have that mentioned on site assholes. On top of that. Even though my usb device product number is on the approved list, the actual product name is slightly different and it's a new model. It's actually not approved. This stupid has such a small and very specific list of working usb adapters and any version change, etc. and it won't work. Fuck. So, I need to return and replace the WD device and return the usb and try to find a specific model that will work. I know, this is small shit compared to a lot of issues, but it still sucks to have to spend this much time and then have to travel back to two different stores to hopefully fix this.
Rave: No, not quite enough: Rave: One more time: RAAAAAVE: A zombie flick starring Sir Ian McKellan and Dame Judy Dench? Set in Upper Trollop? Titled "Curse of the Buxom Wench"? Fuuuuck yes! I suddenly have a reason to live despite this hangover. Words fail me I'm so excited.
RAVE: Maple flavoured pork sausages, runny eggs, beef jerky, lime and chili peanuts, diet Jones cream soda and two XL Timmy's. Hey dirty vodka/wine/shooter/vodka hangover, KISS MY ASS!! All is right in the world again. Edit to add: I posted this on FB, but I suppose I should do it here too - To all of those that I may have IM'd, emailed, texted, commented and repped to last night/this morning...sorry. My bad.
RANT: The Last Psychiatrist once made an offhand comment that most insomnia can be traced back to lack of accomplishment. He was right. RANT: Insomnia -> procrastination -> insomnia -> .....
Rant? There's nothing like waking up to find your cheek against a perfect, 5 inch diameter, circle of the saliva you drooled during the night. I'm gross.
Rave: It turns out that if you drink a lot, eating sub-par Chinese food and eating a lot of watermelon leads you to waking up earlier than usual almost completely refreshed. I ate somewhere between a third and a half of a watermelon, albeit chopped up into cubes. Pretty much in one sitting. Maybe it only works for black people though. Rant: My intestinal tract has no precedent for having eaten this much watermelon, let alone while drunk, and hasn't decided what it will do with this information. I'm hoping the committee will determine that it's both fruit and hydration and rule in my favor, but this day could get interesting.
Rant: The dealership. I should have known better than to take my car to the fucking dealership. Two fucking cables are snapped and they want to charge me (ready? Wait for it. Drumroll please...) $490 fucking dollars. I laughed in the girl's face when she told me that. "Oh, and we recommend you don't drive it." "Honey, it drives just fine. It stops just fine. It fucking PARKS just fine. Give me my keys back, I'll just fix it my damn self." Jesus Christ.