Out of the Darkness

Whoa. I just re-read Don't Choose the Underpants . Pretty heavy. Not to get all angsty, but I was in a dark place. Out of the there now and I realize I have a lot to be very grateful for:

• My best Bud is doing just fine after a heart scare.
• I am cool with his wife despite a heated heart-to-heart.
• All of this month's bills are paid.
• Got to hold my niece's two month-old daughter, Chloe. (I guess this makes me a grand uncle. Damn that sounds old.)
• Work is busy but interesting and cool.
• Serenity this weekend with the whole gang.
• My wife still loves me.

Ya. I like the Light-side better. It's easier to see and there is less vulgarity.

Don't Choose the Underpants

(DANGER WILL ROBINSON!!! While I generally disdain the use of expletives in my posts, tonight they express the exact emotion I am feeling. If you don't like bad words, please move on.)





Walk Like a Man, Cowboy Up, Do the Right Thing - all euphemisms for making the tough choices that life demands be made.

Sure, there are times when it would be easier to curl up in a corner, sucking your thumb and crying for your momma to fix things - but we adults are not afforded such luxuries. We have to face our problems, make a decision and move on. To curl up in a ball and do nothing is to cede your life to the uncaring whims of time. Eventually you will wake up, take the thumb out of your mouth, look at your bloated body stuffed into a pair of Spiderman Underoos and wonder what the fuck happened. Been there, done that, it blows (and no, this post is not about specifically about me).

Sometimes the choices that have to be made all suck. Would you like to eat shit or be shit on? That's the choice. Both blow. Too fucking bad. Choose. (For the record, I can't tolate the taste of shit, so please relieve yourself on my shoes.)

Now you're walking around with shit-shoes, thinking life can't possibly get worse than this - and it does. Now your choice is to eat shit with or without corn chunks. This really blows. Life sucks. I can't take it any more.

But you have too take it. That is unless you are just going to pack it up and off yourself. Choosing to not make a decision is the same as waking up in your Spidey Underpants or offing yourself.

Only cowards choose the underpants.

Renfest, Serenity and the Cursed Tree

Many things have happened since my last post, but I don't feel like writing about most of them. Here's a few that I do:

1. Went to the Renfest this past weekend with a bunch of friends. It was gloomy, slightly chilly, drizzly wet and a lot of fun. My wife got a bit tipsy and I got to tromp in the mud while scanning the merchants booths for "end of the Fest" sales. Good times.
2. Viewed Serenity on the anniversary of the BDM. Firefly and Serenity are two of my "very favorite" movies and it just seemed like the right thing to do.
3. There is a walnut tree dropping softball size nuts in my backyard. I don't want to take the time to pick them up but the yard needs to be mowed. If I mow over them, I will wreck the mower. This is the same damn tree that is constantly dropping branches in my yard.
4. I just decided to write another post about the damn walnut tree. My wrath requires more soothing than a simple paragraph can supply.
5. Been working a lot on my Serenity game. This is fun for me, but probably boring for most of the rest of the population. Luckily I have a very understanding wife (who is also expressing at least a passing interest in the movies).
6. Need to clean the damn house and get things ready for winter

More later.