Lost and found

Well. Since the advent of Facebook, I haven't been worth much in terms of updating this thing.

This is sad.

And...that's all I've got. Geez.

Beta Cite recommends:

In the first entry of a two volume set this spring, I'd like to plug a book.

Check out Kyle Beachy's The Slide

(from Dial-Random House, take a look @ Amazon.com, Barnes and Noble, and Kyle's Website).

I got an advance look (way in advance...) a few (like, 6) years ago at the School of the Art Institute, and the final product is a fantastic read that kept me awake long after I finished it (and this was at 2am, mind). So check it out. Buy it from an independent bookseller if possible.

For volume 2 of the book plug series, see April of this year. Or, hell, just pre-order your copy of Aaron Gwyn's The World Beneath

It's so obvious

Supernatural powers? Naw.













Genetically engineered superhuman?







Nope.


Half demon? Not so much.


What you really need to kick ass is the full length red coat and mirrored shades. These things, I might even be able to afford.

Just Stop

"...i won't be enjoying this moment
knowing that
all that you want is to criticize
something for nothing
and all that i want, is forgiveness one more time
i know that all that we want is to feel inside
some kind of comfort
and all that we've done we can't hide..."

I hope this is the last time I listen to this song and think of grad school apps. Done and done. In the mail tomorrow.

(Disturbed, "Just Stop", Ten Thousand Fists)

Snow Day 3: The Inexorable Revenging Return

Hwaet.

Many have heard me bitch and moan about North Carolina's near tropical climate (I mean, damn. Humidity. It'll kill you.), which I find largely unbearable for long stretches of time. Being a desert/mountain type of guy, weather extremes are nothing really new, but there's something about humidity that cuts right into me.

Now, speaking of "extremes", it's worth noting that North Carolina, with the exception of the occasional 115 degree summer day, generally...well, ALWAYS goes EXACTLY 364 days a year without some sort of debilitating, infrastructure crashing weather issues. What's amusing, to me anyway, is that the one day that does shut things down is a mild, pleasant day of light snow. By light I mean about an inch.

So, for the third consecutive "spring" term, I am sitting here at home, enjoying a cup of coffee and a nice view out the window.


Of course, all this will be melted by noon.

In other news, I can now be found on the Facebook. Find me, and ye shall be friended. But, you know, not in a creepy way, or anything.

***UPDATE***  It's 12:40, the sun is out, and the snow is melting.  

Breaking up is hard to do

Dear Fall Semester,

Wow, this is tough. I’m not even sure where to start. Well, things have been crazy lately. We’ve both been busy, and that’s put a strain on what we have. I think we’re just…different. A lot has gone on over the last 4 months. Hard to believe it’s been that long!

I guess what I’m trying to say is that I don’t know if we can go any further. It just…doesn’t feel right.

Don’t get me wrong, we’ve had some great times. It’s been one heck of a journey for use, from start of term to final papers. But now, well, I think this is it.

I know, I know. This isn’t easy for me, either. But a new year is coming up soon, and I don’t think that I can keep living in the past (except when I’m writing checks. I have a hard time with that. Literally writing checks, by the way).

No, we did have some good times. Some great times. In the end, though, you’re just demanding too much. I can’t keep giving and giving after final grades are turned in. I need my own space, some room to breathe.

No, no. No more. I’ve said what I need to say. What? Well, that’s hurtful. Yeah, based on your reaction, I think that you’ve got some growing up to do. Maybe we both do. No, don’t call me. No. No. It’s over. Yes, I know. No. Okay, you know what? That’s it. I think we need to stop talking. Oh. Well. To hell with you too, then. Yeah. Right. Bye.

Told you so

What's that? Oh, you DIDN'T lose my mail? What? You're sorry? Well...

Apology accepted, post office.

Oh God Damn It

Really, post office? You're going to LOSE a piece of PRIORITY MAIL? Oh, it's okay. It's just the packet with info for my LETTERS OF RECOMMENDATION. Yeah. No problem.

There goes my fucking hyperdrive.

When I lose you in the asteroid field, post office, I'm going to laugh as your punk ass is force choked to death.

The First Transport is Away

Of course, by transport I mean grad school application, and by away I mean in the mail. Honestly, I could really use a massive ion cannon to clear a path, but you can't have it all.

Happy Thanksgiving

Happy Thanksgiving everyone!