16 September 2010


Thank you so much to the kind comments and suggestions about the photographs. The blogging world never ceases to amaze me with feedback. 

For real, I would make all of your my Fellowship of the One Ring.  We would be a ragtag, special group that would probably not make it out of Rivendell before Orcs shot us with arrows and then that One Eye would see us because SOMEONE (I'm not mentioning whom) will be preoccupied with the PRECIOUS, you idiot.  Some of us would be eaten by a giant spider before others are stabbed by Ringwraiths and we would fall into the Mines of Moria and the One Ring would never make it to Mordor and therefore not be destroyed in the fires of Mount Doom.  HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO GET TO THE GREY HAVENS NOW YOU BUNCH OF IMBECILES?!

There have been little changes around here, I'm still trying to customize Blogger.  I wistfully remember the days where I coded my whole website.  These days, I'm a little rusty on HTML and CCS; and Blogger can be a little restrictive.  I suppose it's pretty nice for a free account.

I've also been making little changes in my life that are building up into major life decisions.  Whether or not to stay in this country.  Whether or not to start training for a trade or start applying for graduate school.

I need a huge change.  I have taken a step backwards in moving to my parents' farm.  It saved my life being able to do this, yet if I don't do something drastic soon, I could lose myself.  I know I will fall back into the doldrums of waking up, working, watching a movie, falling asleep.

I want to start working out again.  I risk reinjuring my foot.  Fuck it.  There is surgery, right?  I miss running and lifting weights.  It made me feel good to be drenched in sweat.  I tire so easily now.  I don't want to be old at 25.

Well, this Tylenol with codeine is kicking in.  Just wanted to check in with your loverly people.  Seriously, I would have you all at my side to face the Jabberwocky.


  1. and hast thou slain the jabberwock my son?

    Hardest poem to read aloud, ever. Try it.

    Also, thanks for the shout out, man. Your readers trust you and are checking me out.

  2. Good luck on your decision-making!!!

    And, for the record, I don't see anything wrong with waking up, working, watching a movie and falling asleep... But then again, I am blissfully unemployed. :)

  3. Don't be an idiot about the foot, Orion. Let it heal.

    Which pretty much works for everything in your life right now; it seems. Even the big questions: let it heal. You'll figure it out when the centre can hold.

    Chin up. x

  4. I know what you mean about needing a change. I'm in a similar position, currently back at the parents trying to sort my life out. And I wouldn't risk the foot, those bootie things are horrendous to wear and pain medication is a bastard for lethargy. I suppose lifting weights couldn't hurt the foot though. Unless you're attempting some sort of bizarre foot-centric super weight thingy.

  5. Sounds like a bit of stir crazy is hitting...I know the feeling well. My vote? Stay off the foot but maybe head out of the country.

    Worked for me! ;)

  6. um totally get the "living with the parents" is making you lose yourself yo. if you can id say move to a different country. that be so fucking epic

  7. @Erin: No problem, they should be checking you out! I do on a daily basis.

    @Bi: Thanks, just lots of meditation and chart graphing should do the trick.

    @Rish: Great philosophy. I will let it heal, including the foot.

    @Rachel: Now I am saving up for a home gym system, and I will stay away from the quad exercises.

    @Birds: Yes, cabin fever. Your story always inspires me.

    @Paige: I'm working on it. Perhaps being a manny!