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What makes me happy
my wife
my son
writing
books
listening to music
comic books
movies
fantasy football
man's exploration of space
law & order
unemployment
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What I dislike
Working at uninteresting, unfulfilling, jobs
My wife on PMS (hey, at least I'm honest about it)
Ignorant people who are unwilling to learn
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One current obsession
Trading Music CDs For $1
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Sequential artwork most recently read
**** out of *****
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If I were single, here's who I'd like to ask out and inevitably be turned down by...
Sanaa Lathan
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Serialized television viewing
DEADWOOD
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Recent posts
Terrible Weekend of Newspaper Throwing
Sydney Harbor Pic / Intelligent Design Takes A Hit / Why Men Don't Work
Weird Home Stuff / More New Home Stuff / Lala.com
Sunday Morning Shuffle 6/25/2006: Ultimate Playlist
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Sites I visit regularly
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Reading or Read Recently
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Listening
**** out of *****
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Cooler than a penguin's feet
Venus and Earth
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(most recent article on top, earlier articles on bottom)
August 15, 2006: 1413 hours
LIFE IS SOOOOO GOOD RIGHT NOW!
As I drove my routes this morning, the sun rising over the heads of the cattle in the field off to the right of the rural road the route had me driving, Charles Mingus' "Let My Children Hear Music" playing on the stereo, I was struck with a overwhelming thought that wouldn't be ignored: "My life is so good right now!"
I have a beautiful new baby daughter (12 days old today) who is healthy and adorable beyond words. I have a brilliant and inquisitive 4-year-old boy who amazes me every day with something he says or does. I have a beautiful, intelligent wife who married way beneath herself. In short, I have the best family a man could ever be a part of.
My terrific family and I live in a nice house in a nice neighborhood populated with nice neighbors who do nice things for each other. None of our neighbors keep their fierce dogs on chains long enough to cross into my property and defecate and bark loudly directly under bedroom windows. None of our neighbors have rust-ridden dilapidated cars sitting in their yards providing homes for rats and snakes within easy traveling distance to my house. Police cars and city buses don't take languid circuitous paths through the neighborhoods looking for passengers, willing or unwilling. I won't say I loved the neighborhood or the house where we lived for eight years, but I'd grown to like both quite a bit. Yet, after six weeks in our new home, I can honestly say I LOVE our current neighborhood and home.
I have a great bunch of friends, and a greater core group of friends, each of whom fill a niche in my life. When I want to hang out with someone who is so much more intelligent than me that I learn something simply be being in his presence, I know who to call. When I want to hang out with someone who is outgoing enough to drag my introspective head out of my tight ass, I know who to call. When I want to hang out with someone and pick their techie brains, I know who to call. When I want to hang out with someone and drink more than I should, I know who to call.
Football season is about to begin, which means fantasy football is right around the corner. This is a very enjoyable time of year for me because I get to follow two professional teams, one college team, one high school team, and two fantasy teams. Also, I get to hang out with the guys and watch football for a few hours every Sunday for about 20 weeks.
I have just enough money flowing through my hands to pay all the bills and have something extra for fun extras and some more left over for saving a little. I don't have a lot of money flowing, but just enough for a cheap motherfucker like me to make the living easier if not quite easy.
Thanks to Lala, I have so much music to listen to that I am in danger of overdosing and losing my mind. I'm digging deep into jazz from the 1960's, soul and funk from the 1970's, classic rap that I only ever owned on cassette tape, rock from all era, and contemporary jazz of the smooth and classic varieties. This is mostly stuff that I wouldn't acquire if I had to pay $12 a pop, but I'm ecstatic to get it for a buck fifty. And it's all legal and the artists will receive a slice of each transaction.
Yeah, there are a lot of nagging irritants buzzing around my life, both on the fringes and much closer, even biting my skin. However, that's all they are: irritants.
I wish I had more money. I wish I got more sleep last night. I wish I had a new car (this one but four years old with 45K miles and a $11,000 sticker) that wasn't really new, just newer than my current cars and new to me. I wish I had a fence around my house NOW so I could go buy two puppies NOW and introduce my son to the joys of dog ownership. I wish I would have moved my main computer to the area of the house I intend to use as a temporary home office, and I wish I had the funds necessary to transform to garage into my permanent home office NOW. I wish all Lala recipients would acknowledge the receipt of a CD immediately and not wait a week or more. And I could list another two dozen without breaking a sweat, but I won't because they really don't matter. They will all be resolved without much effort, or they will be forgotten though they continue to exist.
Irritants don't ruin the living, they simply exist to nudge one along; to bit one in the ass and remind one that one is not omnipotent or omniscient; to provide some balance to the glowing goodness going on in one's existence.
Irritants are the summer rainstorms that sprinkle the world with gentle drops while the sun reflects through every drop with a brilliance beyond words, that disappear and dry up leaving no trace of their passing other than a refreshed and gently cleaned landscape. That's the worst things in my life now, summer rainstorm irritants.
That's what I realized as I completed the tail end of a double route night, over an hour past the scheduled completion time, as thoughts of all the yet-to-be-done work of my life rattled through my head. I realized I have no major problems to speak of. The only negative aspects are minor irritants, and the minor irritants can't begin to detract from the towering triumph of the positive aspects of my life today, August 15, 2006.
And right now, life is sooooo fucking good!
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Overworm is a writer available for work and/or agent representation. I write mysteries, tales of suspense, and African-American fiction. I also write articles for web and print, and marketing collateral.
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