Author: admin

yesterday’s revelation

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I realize that may have been too much to share yesterday about my wife.

The thing is, I’ve punched way above my weight in that category, so I’m quite proud of our relationship.

She’s capable and smart, she’s got a great heart and a good sense of humour.

And yeah, pretty darn hot.

So, I lucked out.

I’m not going to take it for granted or play it down. I’ve done pretty well for myself in that category; much better than those whose relationships (and I know so many of them) revolve around the stale notion of guys vs. girls, “Take my wife. Please.”

Honestly, if that’s your idea of a great relationship, well, shit, people.

You have got a bad relationship, and you’ve somehow convinced yourself otherwise.

Target: 1200 words
Written: 1184 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: Dragonflight, Anne McCaffrey
Comics: Low 11-12, Deadly Class 19, Black Science 21
Music: Elton John, Elton John (also a pseudonym, I'm pretty sure.  Right, Empty?)

watching my wife work out

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I mean, I don’t know what it is, but watching her do her exercises for her arms and wrist, as part of her rehab.

Yeah. I’m into it.

Like, waaaaay into it.

It’s nice to know that the magic still lives.

If you need me, I’ll be busy ogling the woman I married.

Damn.

Target: 1200 words
Written: 706 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: Dragonflight, Anne McCaffrey
Comics: Deadly Class 17-18, Black Science 19-20
Music: The Else, They Might Be Giants

soccer

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I love watching Wrexham, but I don’t get the obsession.

The World Cup is basically watching paint dry. Who wants to watch the greatest players in the world go for ninety minutes and end in a nil-nil tie with three shots on goal… TOTAL.

Fucking paint drying might drip or something.

There could be streaks!

That would be more engaging, by far.

Target: 1200 words
Written: 1875 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: The Cruise Of The Dazzler, Jack London
Comics: Deadly Class 16, Low 10, Black Science 17-18
Music: Elliott Smith, Elliott Smith (I think it's a pseudonym)

lazy day

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Finally.

Good Lord, finally.

Time to make some gazpacho and pipirrana and mail the rest of the day in.

Target: 1200 words
Written: 1207 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: The Cruise Of The Dazzler, Jack London
Comics: Black Science 16, Low 9-10, Deadly Class 15
Music: Ella Fitzgerald Essentials, Ella Fitzgerald

well, that was… better

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Heeeyyy baaaby,,, it’s the ffifth of jullllyyyyyyyy!

Something about Mexican children and fireworks.

Thanks, X.

Target: 1200 words
Written: 1095 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: Agent To The Stars, John Scalzi
Comics: Deadly Class 13-14, Black Science 15, Low 7 
Music: Elephant, The White Stripes

everything is broken

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Seriously, our systems are down, I can do nothing, but sit through tedious mandatory training curriculum.

At least the Metis part was interesting.

Stewardship and privacy, on the other hand, I know all this.

Tedious As Fuck.

Also, happy Fourth of July to Americans who didn’t vote for Trump.

For Trump, fuck you.

Target: 1200 words
Written: 1071 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: Agent To The Stars, John Scalzi
Comics: Black Science 12-14, Deadly Class 12
Music: Electric Version, The New Pornographers

and home

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And not productive.

This is one of those days where no matter what I touch, it’s kind of fucked.

You know the days.

Days that hate you.

Like today hates me.

Maybe tomorrow will be better.

But Trump still runs the U.S.A., so probably not.

Target: 1200 words
Written: 730 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: Agent To The Stars, John Scalzi
Comics: Black Science 11, Deadly Class 10-11, Low 6
Music: Electric Larryland, Butthole Surfers (terrible live, by the way, at least when they came to Sheridan they were)

the one day in the office

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Yeehaw, called in sick Monday so we could take the grandbaby out for waffles, and yesterday was a stat day, so only one day in the office.

Now, if only my laptop bag didn’t smell so horribly like cat pee.

My life is one walking travesty after another, punctuated by brief moments of joy that I can barely enjoy.

Depression’s a monster.

The black dog sucks the joy out of everything.

Target: 1200 words
Written: 1888 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: Agent To The Stars, John Scalzi
Comics: Black Science 10, Low 4-5, Deadly Class 9
Music: Electric Ladyland, The Jimi Hendrix Experience (so at least, I got this going for me)

canada day

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What a difference a year makes.

I may be an anarchist looking for the total responsibility of total freedom at heart, but I’m also a firm believer in compassion and community.

And if I had the choice of country to live in, Canada could hardly be a bad one, despite what assholes like Danielle Smith and Pierre Poilievre would have us become.

So, happy Canada Day to those that celebrate and for those Canadians who consider a lying, narcissistic, fascistic con man somehow a better representative of goodness than the millions of Canadians would rather just be nice to one another…

Fuck you.

If you love the States and Donald Trump so much, go there. Get the fuck out.

You hear me, Danielle? How about you, Pierre?

Get the fuck out.

Target: 1200 words
Written: 1196 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: Agent To The Stars, John Scalzi
Comics: Deadly Class 7-8, Low 3, Black Science 9
Music: Election, Spacehog

well, that was exhausting

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But, congratulations to my youngest niece, now a high school grad and on her way to the big time.

Honestly, we couldn’t be any more proud of her and her sister.

We’ve watched them grow up, had them over weekly, as much as possible, since they were wee, and to have had that bond with them has been so incredible. It’s been really nice that they still wanted to, right up until they’re off for college.

We genuinely assumed that like most teenagers, by the time they hit high school, at least, they’d be too cool for us. But my wife and my younger niece have forged a wonderful bond, and even though we don’t talk as much as we used to, the elder one and I have always had similar interests (heavy readers, obscure music, etc).

Sometimes, change kinda sucks.

But I know it’s going to be exciting for them in their futures, and I hope to god, it’s not turned into a living nightmare by someone who doesn’t give a fuck.

Target: 1200 words
Written: 1213 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: Agent To The Stars, John Scalzi
Comics: Black Science 7-8, Low 1-2
Music: Elastica, Elastica (elastics?)