Hello folks. Seems like ages since my last post. No reason for it really, other than the fact that I haven’t picked up my proverbial pen. (Proverbial because it is mightier than the sword, even though in actuality is is a smartphone that has no business in a duel…) Over the last few days though, I have been writing again, and enjoying it.
Working out is going well. My gut is just about gone, and the world is taking notice. That’s a good feeling. My wife has just received a promotion that will lead to very good and exciting opportunities for us, so there is pride and awesomeness there too.
I’m still trying to scribble stories, but as I work on three of them consecutively, I realize that I suck at writing endings. I’m ok with this knowledge, and will continue to write middles until I figure it all out. Middles are fun.
Finally, I have been voraciously reading. Fiction, sociology, medical science, and history books have flown through my fingers this summer, as well as lots of comics. Amazing what a person can discover in a bookshop.
That’s all for today. The bus is stopping and my workday begins. I would rather be at the comic shop, but there is always tomorrow. Have to rake in the cash first, right?
Stay awesome everyone!
I have been feeling evil lately. Nothing too monstrous, but at the same time recognizably not right either. Increasingly, I’ve felt disconnected from humanity at large, and locked in my own mind. Even my dreams have taken an increasingly dark and aggressive tone.
Part of it may be my wiring (I’ve never been good at being hugely empathetic.) some of it may also be my choices of entertainment (Comics, gritty movies and books, action packed tv shows). I just find the black and white good vs. evil stories so much more satisfying than the gray monotony of real life. Maybe that’s why I feel like I don’t fit. I think I am ill suited for complexity.
An episode of Supernatural that I watched this morning hit home for me. In it, Sam and Dean face Famine, a Horseman of the Apocalypse. Famine makes everyone in town crazy for the things in life they are hungry for: drugs, food, sex, companionship, until the needs drive people to do themselves in. Famine explains that humans constantly try to fill material wants because their souls are incomplete. Then he gets “ganked”.
I think my soul wants me to be heroic and powerful, but my life puts me on the middle rung of the ladder. I had better force myself to move up soon, or I will surely slide down further. After all,who makes a more horrific villain than a fallen hero?
A few months ago, I wrote a post discussing how I would like to stumble upon a villainous plot that I would need to thwart to save the world. It would likely begin with a small, but strange event, and get deeper from there.
So far I have discovered bubkis.
I am beginning to think that there aren’t any crazed megalomaniacs with visions of world domination and the resources to pull it off. I wonder if it is an ambition problem, or just this damn economy holding everyone back.
Whatever the case, it is screwing with my ability to break the monotony of my daily grind and finally become the hero that I should be.
Should it be required, I want you all to know that I am happy to put my life at risk for you, provided that I cheat death at the last minute thanks to a nearly overlooked detail from the middle of my adventure.
You are welcome.
As many of you know, I often ride the bus to work. I could afford a car, but honestly, it seems unreasonable to do so. My wife and I have one already, and I walk most places that are within five miles just because I enjoy it. Having a second shiny ride in my driveway would be a lot like watching a pile of money slowly burn.
Usually at the bus stop, I keep to myself. In my town, most riders are indigent, elderly, or mentally ill. Some are all three. I am not snobbish, but oftentimes the conversations that I do have are exercises in confusion.
This morning though, I offered assistance to an elderly woman who had a shopping cart load of bags to load. She does this weekly, and is often embarrassed by having so much stuff and being slow. To save her this, I offered to load her bags. She seemed stunned by the offer.
Once on the bus, she began showing everyone a small bouquet of flowers the grocer had given her for “being a nice lady.” she was teary eyed and said no one had given her flowers since her mother was alive. I don’t know if this is true, but it made me realize how much she missed her mom.
I’m not always the best son, but I had better start appreciating the people in my life that are here now. Once they are gone, they are gone for good.
Thank you Rita. You are a nice lady.
Anyone that has read this blog knows that I have been attempting to get jacked by spending loads of time at the gym. The good news is that it is paying off, the bad news? I have less time for writing blogs, and everything aches.
Seriously, everything hurts this morning. I have been trying to push through Muscle and Fitness’s “Man of Steel” workout, which is about 10 times harder than anything I have ever done (at least physically.)
It is absolutely getting results,and I am stronger now than I have ever been, but goddamn, it comes with a price.
Until next time readers remember :”sex, weights, and protein shakes.” Have a great day, and if you see me with my head on my desk, just chuckle as you walk by.
Richard Prior once said that “you don’t get old by being a fool.” the meaning here, obviously, is that life is difficult and in order to survive you need intelligence and the ability to develop a modicum of wisdom. Scientists would generally agree with this statement.
This morning, as I ride the bus, I find myself thinking the modern age has disproved Mr. Prior’s statement. Science, medicine, and nutrition is allowing people to live longer than ever before; intelligence is becoming irrelevant. Fools are making the cut.
Understand that I was brought up to revere my elders, and I do. These people however, are making it difficult.
Maybe I am just grumpy.
Just a quick drawing for the evening. Used Paper by 53 for the whole thing. I have to say that I like the end result, even if it does look rough.