My incredibly ghetto fabulous A/C unit broke right at the start of the heatwave, and I decided yet again that I could fix it all by myself. A few google query’s later and I decided that the motor was broken.
We ordered a new one, it came in yesterday, and after figuring out some hardware issues-the lid of my air conditioner is homemade-managed to rig it all up. It works great and my home is no longer a living hell.
A Flying Pig, from Drew Estate, and it was delicious. I knew it would be, because I’ve had one before, but this was a special one.
Not a special blend or limited edition mind you, yet special nonetheless. Up until yesterday, I had two of these cigars, as well as plans to smoke them with a good friend of mine. Now I have one left, and that good friend has been relegated more to the status of someone I felt like I knew but really didn’t. In short, if you’re reading this, and think this person might be you, I smoked your cigar, it was delicious, and I’m glad I didn’t waste it on you. See you around, I guess.
Hey lap top battery life dot com, FUCK YOU. I’m not sure if any of you assholes know anyone who has been involved in the conflict overseas in any capacity, but having your spammers attempt to post crap on here, and I’m sure any blog that mentioned the death of Bin Laden, is just as low as it gets.
Modern day carpet bagging, nothing more, nothing less.
I started a new short story today, kind of along the vein of Nickel Plated, but with an adult detective. I’m having fun with it, and though I’m sure it will be a long time until it ever sees the light of day, if it ever does, it’s still a pretty nice time. I think once its done it will be back to editing one longer piece and writing another.
Also, UFC on tonight, should be fun.
And not writing, writing is just fine.
I’ve kind of hit a wall with piercing. This has happened before, and I’ve always bounced back ok, but this time feels different. I’m not sure that this is a passion is gone kind of thing, my passion for modification has been long dead, but I’ve always enjoyed being a gatekeeper for others entering a world of being poked full of holes.
That bit of passion, may just be eking out of me.
Part of it’s a money thing, I’ve been at this for a month shy of fifteen years, and money is still an issue. That’s stupid. Like really stupid.
The big part though is the reward factor. The stupidity of some of my customers, the perverseness of others, it can all just be a bit much.
I’m kind of at an impasse. What does a published author with no college, who is covered in tattoos do for work?
Ugh.
Man, am I bad at updating this thing. I watched Game of Thrones the other afternoon, and it was just as amazing as the books led me to believe it could be. I was really worried that HBO wasn’t going to able to stand up to the quality of the writing, but so far, they’re doing a stellar job. I suppose I shouldn’t be too surprised, but it was pleasant to watch one of the few fantasy series I actually care about not get fumbled.
I’ve been doing some work on my current long fiction project, as well as editing my last long fiction project. I’m not sure which one is more relevant at this point, so I think the goal is just to keep writing, keep editing, and hope that one of these sticks.
