This is a half-hearted apology for the lack of posts / content the last little while. To be frank, I’m exhausted. I’ve been going non-stop with working 40 hours a week, schooling 16-24 hours a week, over two hours of driving time every day, plus I just spent a week in South Dakota and Iowa to try to see as many family members as I could. Yes, even my vacations are exhausting lately.
I’m working toward a day, somewhere between 11 and 16 months from now, when I’ll be out of school. And then what? I’m 34…crap, no, I’m 35 years old. And I still don’t know, exactly, what I want to do with my life. But at least I’ve figured out something I didn’t know when I was in my early 20’s: I need to at least get a degree, in something. And I could do much worse than having a Bachelors in Business and and Associates in Graphic Design. Although, as I’m seeing the tiny, micro speck of light at the end of the tunnel, I feel as if I should have gone for the Bachelors in Graphic Design instead…since I’ll possibly go further with an artistic career.
But what the hell. A degree (or two, as it will turn out) is something, right? I know a lot of friends and family that don’t have a degree. It doesn’t make me any better than them, but I’ve at least done something they haven’t. I like being unique. Being unique isn’t really being better, but it makes me feel better. I like being different, in some form, from those around me. Those who know me also know this ‘about’ me. I like weird shit. Not obscenely weird, like John Waters and his “used” electric chair. But like my munchkin cats. Or a car that I only bought because it reminded me of being on the bridge of the Enterprise D, which is totally awesome, and if you missed the Las Vegas Star Trek Experience, you totally missed out because the bridge is the coolest thing ever ever EVER.
But unique is awesome. My wedding ring, when I first saw it, reminded me of Geordi LaForge’s visor on Star Trek (again with the Trekkie references. To be honest, I’m not an insane-o Trekkie, but I like having Star Trek stuff around me). At my desk right now, I have a Gumby looking down at me from the monitor (not an easy task with a flat-screen), two movie posters for semi-mediocre films of the last six months (but hey, they were free), a photo of my wife and cats (in that order, and the Purple Pimp), and two other fairly strange items.
One of them is a pencil drawing of a girl holding a dog and some Red Vines licorice. On the surface, it looks like a contest winner submitted by Sarah H from Greensburg, IN. However, I’m a little convinced that girl and her dog are possessed by a demon. I don’t know if a demon can possess more than one person or animal at the same time, but they both look just a little bit bat-shit insane.
The other picture is also of a young girl, from 1890’s New York City. I’ve mentioned that picture before. It’s called, “I Scrubs”, and it’s one of the most solemn pictures I’ve ever seen. Short of medication, it’s the most calming thing I have in my possession, and I can look on the picture when I’m having a bad day, and it somehow gets me centered again. I don’t know why.
These items aren’t especially odd, like the growing brain-sponge I had at a previous job’s cubical, or a fake skeleton leg I had draped over my cubical 2-3 jobs ago, but they’re still at least curious. To me at least. Do I have them around because of this fact? Do I want the attention, or is it all simply for me alone? I’d like to say it’s the latter, but there’s a good share of the former in there as well.
Huh. I got way off topic. As is the norm when I’m writing these Editorial-things. As if I actually Edit much of anything on here. I guess what you can take from this is 1) I like weird stuff, but not too weird, just weird enough to be awesome, and 2) I’m really busy, so forgive me for not posting the massive amount of stuff you came to expect from this site in the past.
I’m really glad this site is in my life though. Life wouldn’t be the same without this little hobby called The Best of Omaha…er, Kraznoy. I mean, Dakota East. Or Bugloaf. I like this place, and it still feels like home after all these years. And if it’s a little off-centre, that’s fine too.
Have a splendid day, and try to do something different with yourself. Just don’t hurt anyone in the process. Except to mess with their heads a little bit, if you can. You’ll love it.