Sunday, May 27, 2018

Raisin' me higher and higher

Out of the blue I got a raise.  

I mean, I still am looking for a full-time job with benefits, but I was pleasantly surprised because I can't remember the last time I got a raise doing radio that didn't involve getting a new job somewhere else.

Technically, beginning next month, I'll be back in the black again, and if no other knock-on-wood unexpected expenses crop up, I will be able to work on my credit card debt next... my car is paid off already, two years early.

(Oh also I have paid my car off.)

I think the next thing to do is to buy an actual, custom built audio/video editing rig, so that I might also begin editing video again and doing voice-work.  My brother's house is all wood, so it's nearly impossible to voice anything without sounding like you're in an echo chamber.  Plus this laptop really doesn't have the power to render graphics like I want to start doing.  Also, I'd be able to supply character voices for my projects, and play an MMORPG I have my eye on that's in development.

Also I am thinking of buying a Nintendo Switch.

Anyway, back to work.

Thursday, February 1, 2018

Well fuck

That job possibility went tits up faster than a hooker in the Oval Office.  Dammit.

Friday, January 12, 2018

Spreading the news

In most people's lives, you are considered lucky if you get to reboot once or twice.  Pick up all your belongings, travel to a new destination, begin again, fresh.

I don't so much reboot that way... my changes are more akin to Morty incurring the wrath of the squirrels or Cronenberging an entire planet, and having to scuttle off to a side universe and hope nobody notices the me-sized lump of freshly dug dirt in the backyard.

Seems like things are lining up for me to do that again.  Not sure I'm really digging it.  After all, if I have another stroke, pretty sure that means this time I will be a goner, so I better start practicing dialing with my left hand.

Also, it would shine an unwelcome light on me, and I really don't relish flotsam and jetsam from my past washing up to pretend nothing's wrong because of my situation.

Also I am pretty sure the pizza sucks.

Thursday, December 7, 2017

Oh, cock a doodle doo, crazy

While finally seeming to get over this atrocious sickness and being able to cough up some phlegm to clear my lungs, I have noticed that another bit of sputum has decided to rouse its presence.

Hello.  Perhaps I didn't make it clear before-- this is a log of the sickness I battle inside my head every day.  I do not retract past blog posts... they accurately reflect my feelings at the time, if not now.  If I haven't been clear enough, my lifelong attitude has "Want out of my life?  I completely understand.  If you wish, go.  Do not assume you'll be let back in, however."

I don't know why anybody would want to, honestly, so I fail to see how telegraphing me once again is going to accomplish anything.  What, am I worried about the Ex?  No, he seems happy, good on him.  Voldemort?  His meth addiction early in his life has probably erased me from his elderly brain as he approaches early senility, so honestly, good on him as well.  There is really nobody else who will miss me once I've evacuated this planet, and I'm quite satisfied with where I am today, so... perhaps you need to get a life focusing on bettering yourself?  Go play Uno or something with the people who allow you to be around.

Message ends.

Monday, November 27, 2017

The wyrm is turning

Oh, thank you, livejournal, for returning from the dead to send me emails reminding me of all the wrong decisions I've made with my life.  I fully expect an AIM chatbot window to open and ask me if I'd like to come down to the Slade rest area and fuck, now.