Lots going on over here.
This past weekend was Memorial Day, of course. I think it’s a holiday that commemorates soldiers or something, but the actual meaning of the holiday has eroded over time beneath nigh-limitless weekend sales and various parties. If I know one thing, however, I know that it’s every American’s patriotic duty to scarf down as many hamburgers as he can handle over the course of the weekend. Me, I had nine hamburgers during those three days, topped off with six hot dogs and the requisite High Life. Kelly made some excellent burgers and Mark’s were stellar as well. My own were as magnificent as ever they are, so no low point in food consumption ever occurred.
I’m also into my new job, which is probably the greatest job in the world: I lift things. All day long, I lift things. I take things down off of shelves and I put them on pallets or in trucks. It rules. The best part of it is that it doesn’t involve sitting at a computer, leaving me free to come home and write in the evenings. It’s also a nine-to-five-thirty, Monday-through-Friday gig, meaning I still have a normal person’s schedule. That’s something a lot of people take for granted, but let me tell you, when you’ve done your third consecutive graveyard restock shift at Target and the sun’s coming up when you get home (and you’re not going home because the clubs have turned you out), you begin to hate the world.
So, yeah. I know I’ve been scant around here of late, but that’s just because I’m settling into the new gig and regular hours. That being that, I’m signing off here to stomp through the Demimonde a little more.
Oh! I may end up at GenCon this year. We’ll see. Mike asked if I’d like to DJ the White Wolf party and there’s another invitation in the works for that weekend, too. Remember also that Project A-Kon is right around the corner, so be sure to swing by there if you’re in the neighborhood.
Ta for now! Kiss kiss!