Sunday, March 31, 2013

Back From the Dead

"Death, I Got Some Bad News" -- A lovely Easter weekend out here in the city of Angels. A fairly sedate Saturday (who am I kidding -- a VERY sedate Saturday) and then an almost completely horizontal Sunday. Absolutely cracking sunrise Easter service this year. Easter is my favorite holiday. The sense of renewal and redemption and hope for a new season almost overwhelms me, year after year. And then I eat ham, and everything just seems so great. This year, there is no ham. No champagne. No rolls, no quiche, no shrimp grits. I'm on Day 6 of my Daniel Fast, and I'm still body-rocking the vegan lifestyle over here. Things are starting to get easier. Like, my crippling cheese cravings have largely subsided. And I don't miss sugar at all -- except I do, because it's in fucking everything. I want to make a stir-fry tonight and I'm trying like hell to come up with a substitute (that's allowed on the fast) for the sugar that balances out most stir fry sauces. I'm thinking apple cider vinegar. I'll let you know how it goes. I'm sure you're all holding your breath. Oh, and I'm about to finally start watching The Walking Dead. Mainly because I want to cosplay as Michonne this year if my Lana Kane outfit goes tits up (you get it? Lana? Lana. Lanaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!).

Saturday, March 30, 2013


I KEEP MISSING A DAY Well, 2 days total. But I've only been back at this for like, 10 days! What in the heck is wrong with me? Why can't I even do this one simple thing right?! Supposed to hang out with Paul tonight, but the back is playing up and so hello, Darvocet and hello, Doctor Who and hello, I got sunrise Easter service tomorrow anyway, so goodbye, any plans of going out for tonight. Not that I care. Because I luuuuuurve my room and I luuuuuurve Doctor Who and I luuuuuurve medical grade drugs wait what just kidding anyway have a great night, kids, and if you celebrate Easter...hey -- tomorrow is almost here! Good news! Very good news. Oh, and here is my favorite Easter-themed piece of reading of all time (except for, you know, the actual Passion Play:This Unrestful Sabbath.

Thursday, March 28, 2013

Ok, So I Missed One

I missed posting yesterday, but I worked on my book, so y'all can kiss my ass if you think that I am going to feel bad about it. I don't even know when my blogging ganas is going to kick back in! I might get to the end of this 30-30-30 and not have anything to show for it other than a handful of two paragraph witterings! FFS. I could do that anytime! In an effort to make this post about something OTHER than my normal non-bullshit, however, let's talk about the fact that I am on Day 4 of my Daniel Fast, and things appear to be going ok! I miss cheese and tea. Whooo boy, do I miss cheese. I couldn't care less about meat or eggs or anything else, but the fact that I can't have cheese is killing me softly. But you know what? I'm not gonna lie: I do feel a little bit less bloatey and weird and ...sketchy. Now -- I am not doing this fast for dietary reasons, and I am not doing it to lose weight. I'm doing it because I care deeply about the Lenten season but apparently didn't care enough to actually start this fast on Ash Wednesday like a normal flipping person, but instead waited until the week before Easter (and my annual Easter Feaster!) to start a 21 day restrictive eating program for spiritual clarity. BUT ANYWAY, I am in it to win it and like I said -- I miss cheese. Man! I spent some time looking for cheese alternatives at Whole Foods this morning ( I figure that those suckers probably got this vegan thing on lock), but none of that ish looked appetizing. I think I'll just try to put dairy goodness entirely out of my mind for the next 2 weeks and chill with these sesame noodles. Hope you're all well.

Tuesday, March 26, 2013

But What's Really Going On?

Oh my. Oh my. Oh my oh my oh my! Got news today that I might -- if luck intervenes and weather holds and the gods will it -- get to go to Bonnaroo for work this year. I've been wanting to go to Bonnaroo for yonks, but can never a)get that much time off work; b) afford it; c) justify it when there's so much else going on. But if someone else is paying? And I have a shaded tent to stay in and be a homebase?? Hello, somebody! I've already started planning when I'll sneak away to see the bands and comedians I want, while maintaining a rigorous nap schedule in the booth. This summer is going to be OMG YOU GUYS I MIGHT GET TO GO TO BONNAROO

Monday, March 25, 2013

Back up, back up

I've been having intermittent back pain for the past few days, but woke up today entirely unable to deal. No idea what brought this on (probably my world-class hypochondria?) but I can barely stand, sit, or walk without pain. Just found some 3 year old Darvocet in the medicine cabinet, so I'm off to the races. Check back with me in a few hours, make sure I wake up.

Sunday, March 24, 2013

Eh, fuck you anyway

Now I'm in a fucked up mood over some trifling ish that somebody said and I wish I could just roll with it and tae kwon do that motherfucker. But, I am the definition of an overdramatic, oversensitive dork so I am just sitting here stewing. ANTYway, I am clearly being a big dork when it comes to this "30-30-30" thing, but I haven't missed a day yet, so that's one thing going for me. Now if I could just find the energy and interest in writing something more than a half-assed couple of paragraphs... That will be the day.

Saturday, March 23, 2013

Start Like You Intend to Finish

So a cat I follow on Facebook was talking about Benedict Cumberbatch this morning (from Sherlock to the new Star Trek, BC has got the nerd game on lock right now) and this dude described Cumberbatch as possessing a "Shakespearean disrespect." Let that marinate a minute. It goes over and beyond the prosaic kinds of simply not giving a shit. It's past patrician; dude's utterly classical in his ability to simply disregard the de facto lesser concerns of other mortals. I was dying. That phrase is so good. I'm gonna start using it. I should let Kenji know first, though.

Friday, March 22, 2013

On Being A Hater

I have spent my entire life being secretly consumed with envy for anyone who seems to have the slightest bit of "togetherness" about them. It's ridiculous. I can't seem to catch a break in about a million different crucial areas, but that's 99% my fault, so I'm not sure why or when I decided that obsessively checking my totals against someone else's was going to make for easy, uncomplicated rest and satisfied living. At any rate, it's Friday afternoon, and the work week is almost done (almost). I am determined to do nothing this weekend that doesn't make me feel better. Church, running, hanging out with Lily, cleaning up my omnishambles of a's all going on the agenda and scrubbing this foul mood from my psyche. I can't go into another week carting all this bile around. Yeesh.

Thursday, March 21, 2013

And I'm Ok With This

It's been a long, hard week. For everyone, it seems. We've all been in a bad mood, and we're all being dicks to each other. We should not do that, people. For everyone of you who has been all incredulous about why the world is suddenly full of assholes right now, there's a couple other people wondering why your salty ass is walking the streets, too. I'm just saying. Franklin is out on some crazy hot date tonight. I'm super jealous. Not that she's out on a date, but that she is so fearless and keeps putting herself out there. I'm not interested in the motherflipping slightest in dating someone right now. Just got dumped, pretty badly, and to be honest, I feel like love is a scam. A scam, people! But! I still wish I was the kind of person who wanted to be dating. You know? Like, I feel like I might be all dried up like a cornhusk doll on the inside. And that's creepy, you know?

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Welcome back...your dreams were your ticket out

HA HA HA I'm back I'm doing the 30-30-30 (that's my own modification of the "30-30" plan, wherein you commit to writing 30 blog posts in 30 days). I'm giving myself an even greater chance of success by adding the " 30 minutes" caveat. That is, I'm not allowed to spend more than 30 minutes on any one blog post. Will I write something in that time? Unlikely? Will I get into the habit of doing something -- anything -- in that time? Yes. It's weird being back here. I haven't posted in 4 years -- FOUR years! I've been writing in that time, obviously: I think I've accrued a novel, a pot of short stories, a script, and a million drafts-in-progress in that time. But I haven't posted here. I've been busy tweeting and tumbling and twittering and pinning and avoiding this kind of writing, which has gone back to being very scary for some reason. I've been running away from introspection. So be it! This blog will become something new. Maybe. Maybe it will stay the same exact way. Oh well. Basura it is (love that word). Welcome back to The Get Down, naturalos.