there is
NOTHING TO SEE HERE
so what are you looking at?
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
SLEEPER CELL
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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
Shuttle's Night Landing
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(most recent article on top, earlier articles on bottom)
September 29, 2006: 1611 hours
MY ALL-TIME ALBUMS
I know I need more current content on my site. I know you'd love to see pictures of my new daughter. I know you're dying to read one of my patented rants on something that bugging the hell out of me this week.
Instead, I give you something I started a few months ago but never completed. I started working on my top-10 all-time albums. When the culling got tough, I came up with a set of rules to make it easier. I worked my way through a lot of albums and came up with some great choices. I began writing the article. Then, just as I neared the end, I got sidetracked and never finished it.
Today, I figured, why do I have to finish it now? Why not just post it as is and add to it as I can?
So that's what I'm doing. Click here to see the list.
September 21, 2006: 1341 hours
STILL HERE
Moving to a new house is tough. Having a newborn is tough. Having a sick four-year-old is tough. Working my ass off is tough. Running a fantasy football league with 28 teams in it is tough.
Doing all that and maintaining a regular presence on my blog has proven to be nigh impossible.
Add in all the other things in my life right now and something had to give. Some things had to give. Among them was this blog, and it gave one day into the next until damn near a month has passed since my previous entry, and even longer since my last meaningful entry. In addition, my overall web time has decreased significantly. I've sort of lost track of a number of blogs and sites that I had been visiting often, but now visit infrequently if at all.
I figured it was about time I stopped by my own blog and say hello to the eight people who read it on a regular basis. Or should I say, who read (pronounced "red") it on a regular basis. I figured the "world" should have some sign that I'm still alive, still unincarcerated, and still semi-sane.
Unfortunately, aside from this brief post, I don't have a lot of time right now to write much. Let's start with the most boring stuff, and believe me, there is nothing more boring than hearing/reading about someone else's fantasy team(s). Talking about your own fantasy team is incredibly involving. Hearing about someone else's is like listening to someone spend ten minutes telling you about brushing their teeth, except it takes twenty minutes because people just can't stop talking about their fantasy teams. I'll make this short.
I have three fantasy football teams, meaning I had three times to have a successful draft. To borrow baseball terminology, I struck out. Two teams have lost one game in bad fashion and won one game by the skin of their teeth. [Notice how I tied that into the previous paragraph? That's an example of true writing skill.] The third team is 0-2, and doesn't seem likely to win a game soon. Okay, that's enough about my fantasy teams.
Our newborn daughter is doing fine. Eating a lot, sleeping a lot, and crapping a lot. All's well there. My wife barely puts the poor girl down. It's like they are biologically joined at the point where my wife's forearm meets my daughter's back and butt. It's a wonderful thing, no matter how many people try to say such attention is "spoiling" a baby. It's my belief that you can't truly spoil an infant, at least not in any way that leaves negative effects later in life. I read that a few times a few years ago, but I'm too lazy to post a link to exactly where right now.
Our son isn't doing so well. Without getting into too many details, we (he and I) spent the past weekend in the hospital, and the past few days going back and forth to the doctors, and it looks as if the visits will continue for at least another week. Aside from the tension of the situation, I am physically and mentally fatigued from dealing with idiotic egotistical physicians, staying up all night at my son's bedside, and doing too much of everything else when I wasn't doing that.
For the six-day period running from Wednesday night to Tuesday morning, I'd guess that I totaled about 18 hours of sleep. I've done a little better the past couple of nights, but I'm still far behind on my sleep and I don't anticipate I'll make it up anytime soon. Not this week and certainly not next week, because during that span, five hours a day is about the most I'll get.
There's so much more to type, so many more details to get into, so much I haven't even begun to allude to, but I don't have the time now. Maybe later. Right now, I'm going to do a few home keeping duties then try to catch a 1-hour nap.
C-U
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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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