Canadian Bacon

Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday, dear Adrienne,
Happy birthday to you!
eh.

The Neverending Story

What holiday is your birthday closest to? Father's Day.

Where was the last house you went to besides your house? Um. . .the Taylors' I think.

Has anyone ever said you looked like a celebrity? Yes; I can think of three, agree with none of them--any guesses?

Do you have freckles? A very few.

How do you like your steak cooked? Bloody.

What is the best thing in your refrigerator right now? I think there's some hard salami calling my name.

Were you ever rushed by an ambulance into the emergency room? Yes.

Have you ever seen a dead body? Yes.

What's the first thing you did this morning? Vomit up bile.

The last website you visited? Amazon.com.

Is anything alive in your room? There's life in absolutely every room. Microscopic bacteria exist pretty much everywhere people do, and the statistics on spiders per square foot in domestic dwellings pretty much guarantee there's some in every room of the house (goodness knows I have to kill enough in the downstairs restroom often enough).

When is the last time you ate peanut butter and jelly? Maybe a month or so.

Do you have a desk in your room? I do.

What happened at 9:00 am today? I woke up and headed to the restroom to vomit bile.

What is the last thing someone bought you? My boss bought me a 7-Up this morning.

Do you plan on moving in the next year? I hope

What were you doing at 8:30 pm last Saturday night? I was home enjoying Rock Band 2.

Do you have a job? It's not just a job, it's an adventure! A shitty adventure.

What are you doing right now besides this survey? Watching X-Play and hoping Rael successfully went pee in his potty.

What are your plans tomorrow? Work.

Have you ever done something outrageously dumb? Not at all.

Who was the last person you saw? That I don't live with? Tonia.

What was the last movie you watched? Hmm. Tropic Thunder.

Have you ever cried when you're mad? Of course.

Is there anyone you wish was still in your life that passed away? A couple folks, yeah.

Name something that made you mad today! Gravity pisses me off. All. The. Time.

What were you doing at 12:00 today? Playing register jockey at a fast food joint.

Is there anybody you wish would fall off the planet? More than one.

What were you doing an hour ago? Stripping down from my work clothes.

What was the last thing you said aloud? "Aeia, go make sure Rael made it to the potty and let me know if he didn't."

3 different things you will drink today? Not much of the day left, hmm. . .:water, Diet Wild Cherry Pepsi, maybe a small glass of juice.

Is success in your future? I'm sure to find many successes in the future, it's more a question of successes that matter, because who really cares if I can rock out on Hard guitar and Expert vocals on Rock Band 2?

Are you a heavy sleeper? Usually only if I've been drinking, which is fairly infrequently.

Was today a good day? It was fair.

How do you feel about Valentine's Day? Ambivalent.

How is your hair? It effing rocks. It's one of my finest physical qualities.

Are you typically a jealous person? Not particularly but I do have my moments.

Do you chew on straws? Nope.

What's on your mind? My scalp.

Terminator

A typical occasion of Denise and I watching television:

Denise: Hey, is that River Tam?
Me: No, that's Cameron. She's a Terminator. River Tam is a character on Firefly.
Denise: *sighs* I know. I meant is that the actress who played River Tam?
Me: Yep, that's Summer Glau. . .

This sort of conversation happens a lot, enough that it's had me noticing more and more how all of us seem to have our personal cache of actors whom we identify more as the parts they play than as the actors they are.

I do it all the time; Josh Jackson may be in Fringe now (which I find terribly not entertaining and have already stopped watching after the Jurassic Park episode) but he will always, always be Pacey (as Van Der Beek will always be Dawson to me, but oddly enough Katie Holmes is Katie Holmes). I go giddy at Veronica Mars being a cast member on Heroes now (and Weevil too!), even if I'd like a more interesting direction for her character.

Lash is so much like this that he recognizes voice actors for animation and refers to them as the various Titans, X-Men and JLA members they've played.

Is it disrespectful to the actor to not bother with their real name (a la the "Brenda" line from Ethan Suplee at Shannon Doherty in Mallrats)? Or is it more a testament to their impact on our hearts, our psyches, our whateverness that they have a character that imprints on us so strongly that we refer back to them as such?

Most of all, I'm curious: which actors are like this for you?

Changing Lanes

Hey, they can't all be birthday posts. . .even if today is my mother's birthday, and I'll have another one to post in a little over a week.

As a quick aside, I actually like the eponymous movie for this post, even though I'm not typically a fan of any of the principal cast. There are exceptions to everything, I guess.

Some inquiring minds have wanted to know: I am still currently in the fast food management job. After I put in my notice, they rebutted with an offer of more money, an offer which my sense of responsibility and Denise thought I shouldn't refuse--putting us a little bit better financially until I can move on to something more in line with what I want to do with my life (and a nod to friends who have put the idea of relocation out there--I actually will be expanding our focus to include Washington and Canada after the outcome of certain other things are resolved).

Right now, what I most need to do is get myself properly motivated to continue working on story pitches, writing said stories, and trying to get them out there. There are a couple small comics presses I've had my eye on and have kept from moving in on for whatever reason. While I'm thankful to Sean for trying to help me get work at Elfin, I haven't had any response from them to my pitch, so I plan to rework it and try to shop it around somewhere else as well, since I think it's a pretty darn good fantasy story and I want to share it. So, have to move on with that one as well. If anyone wants to volunteer to be my motivational nag, that'd be cool but I'd probably grow to hate you almost as much as I already surely love you.

I feel like there are aspects of my personal life in massive flux right now as well. I feel like many of my friendships are on the cusp of redefinition and something (nostalgia? fear of change?) is keeping me from acknowledging and nurturing these changes in my various relationships: people I feel growing closer, people growing apart, people I want to grow closer. . .such is life.

Neither here nor there: ADJ, I don't believe I've seen any response from you regarding Steph's resurrection and the silence on this is killing me.

Speaking of comics, my quest for an HDTV has me selling more of mine here. Help a brother out, eh? Besides, my friends get shipping discounts.

Happy Birthday

Happy Birthday to you,
Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday, dear Lash,
Pride of my life and fantastic kid,
Happy birthday to you.

Happy Birthday

Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday, dear Bandito,
Happy birthday to you!

Happy Birthday

Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday, dear Chrissy,
Happy birthday to you!

Yay!



***

And to my old friend Robin Brokenshire (now Williams), happy birthday to you too.

Click

So far today we've seen two black-outs/brown-outs whatever they're called these days, at Casa de Peterson. While not fun, especially when you have to re-set so many clocks (why oh why do we have so many clocks?), it's even less fun for the kids who freak out when the house suddenly goes pitch black on them (though it somehow made Tasmia decide it was time for bed, for which I'm grateful).

The other thing I hate about powerloss? Powersurges when they come back on. Despite being connected through surge protectors, this power outtage seems to have killed Lash's television. If I want to allow him video game time as a reward for doing chores, homework, just being awesome, I need to look for a new tv for him. TV was perfectly good before too. Damn. Now when you plug it in it just clicks over and over again constantly. Le sigh. I think the surge may have damaged my wireless router too, as it seems to crap out about every half hour or so now (and if it happens mid-posting of this I will kill).

Grr, argh.

At least I was planning to do another big culling of old comic books in my quest for an hd tv this weekend. If I ever get close enough to that, I can always give Lash the tv in the family room. Crossing fingers (a big wish there, comics are so fickle in how lucrative they;ll be on ebay).

Splash

I'm a little muddled, a little scattered. Haven't felt well at all the last few days, but think I'm way overdue for giving this blog some attention. Seriously, I've been a bad blogger ever since returning to the McWorkforce.

How's my month been so far?

The kids have returned to school and are enjoying it as usual. A couple Saturdays have passed without Rock Banding; this is cause for a little sadness.

I finally have my PS3. Tired of slowly saving up for it and then needing to spend the money on something else, I sold off about a third of my heroclix collection and got the requisite money--only to spend the day discovering that every store in town was out, every online vendor I would usually go to (Amazon, BestBuy...) was out. No way was I getting a used one on eBay or Craigslist, or anywhere. On a whim, despite being told by the clerk at Circuit City that they were even sold out online, I went to their website anyway and, sure enough, they were still available and two days later I had my pretty new toy. Shiney. Now I need to save up slash sell something and upgrade to an HD television set and really enjoy it.

I've finally seen the first half of the Dark Knight and, so far, it is not all that or a bag of chips. Maybe the full film will see it prove otherwise. Of course, I am hard to please cinematically. I finally saw Forgetting Sarah Marshall as well and thought it had funny moments but was still only ok.

I'm a little bummed that I haven't had as much opportunity to enjoy this summer as I have in previous summers; I feel bad the kids didn't get to enjoy it as much either. Damn fires. Damn working weekends. Meh.

As if I didn't have enough time wasters--I usually spend an hour or so a week on sporcle. Can you name all of the planets in Star Wars? Because I can.

It is a sad sad day today in Casa de Peterson. Lash's beloved three year-old goldfish passed away. We're supposed to have the grand tank cleansing ceremony sometime tonight as well, keep it bare for a couple weeks in memorial and then start getting new fish to die and prep the water for the next long-timer. Lash is ok, but it was pretty upsetting to him this morning.

Sixteen Candles

Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday, dear Aimee,
Happy Birthday to you!

Kisses and hugs.

The Hand That Rocks the Cradle

I have a new favourite hated customer type in fast food land: the bad parent.

As a unique example, we recently had a family come through the drive-thru. They had a young toddler, maybe two years old, in the car seat with a small microwave pizza on a plate while they drove through to get McMeals for themselves. Now any parent knows you don't go to the land of McMeals with your very young children without them expecting McMeals for Kids all their own. The kid was crying because she wasn't getting a McMeal and she wanted one (now let me interject--I am fully behind the idea that a child behaving inappropriately needs discipline, but I think disciplines need to be appropriate as well). The parents, getting frustrated with the child's crying, grabbed her pizza, threw it out the car window and made it clear she wouldn't eat at all then. In a year of extreme asshole customers, this is the first and only one whose meal earned itself being messed with as we then set out to short serve them old fries, soda that was 90% water, etc.

As a general example, working the night shift, we invariably get an average of 15 or so families who come through between the hours of 10pm and midnight to buy happy McMeals for their kids. Now some have pointed out that these could be people stopping in off the highway on their travels, or coming home extremely late from an event of somesort (usually something sporting and involving older kids). To the latter, while it could be possible at times, not for all of them and not for every night (and if I know I'm going to be unable to pick up food for my kids 'til after 10 I pick something healthier up before the event and bring it along for them to eat at a reasonable hour). To the former, our McBurger is not located right off of or very near a highway exit, while there are McBurgers located at both the northmost and southmost highway exits in our town, much more easily accessible and visible to any people travelling through.

So no, predominantly this is a group of people who just seem to think that after 10pm is a good time to feed their kids. I guess they should be applauded for remembering to feed their kids at all.

***

My week has been riddled with a few bouts of annoyances, disappointments and aggravations, but I don't want to air them out all that much. Moving on, that's my motto for the day.

Summer vacation for Lash and Aeia is almost over and I am so very ready for it.

Short Circuit

So our DSL went out for four or so days, very frustrating. It's amazing how much you don't realize how much something is a standard part of your day until it's taken away. But the smoke is finally gone so we got some extra face time with our friend Chrissy, played some cards & Rock Band, did some swimming. But all of that is perhaps for another post, this is all the harrowing experience that is AT&T tech support:

When the DSL goes out, I do all the things necessary on my end: check all the connections, turn off the modem and router for a while to let them reboot, wait a day to call and complain in case it's an issue they're already on top of (uually this means I'm going to borrow a neighbours wifi signal), check all the connections again, reboot the computers, etc.

After a day of this not working I call AT&T. With them, I spend five or so minutes with their awful automated support system (I most hate having to talk at a computer while it tries to decipher my words: "If this is a connection issue, say connection" "connection" "I'm sorry, I couldn't quite understand. If this is a connection issue, say connection" "connection" "I'm sorry, I. . ." "connection! CONNECTION! CoNECTion! Connection!"

Eventually the automated service walks me through all of the modem reboots, wire connections etc. that I have already done multiple times before it will then let me talk to a real person.

And so I'm finally connected to some quiet speaking thick accented support person from an outsourced customer service position overseas. This is our conversation:

Techie: Have you tried our technical troubleshooting help at helpme.att.net first, they have alot of ways to walk you through what may be your issue, sir.

Me: If I could get on the internet to use your help page I wouldn't be needing to call you about not being able to use my internet, would I.

Techie: (she chuckles here, "oh how silly, how funny" Argh).

She then wants to walk me through rebooting my modem & router, rechecking my connections, etc. Even though I tell her I've done this repeatedly, even though the automated tech had me do this again not ten minutes prior. . .

So finally they agree to make an appointment for someone to actually come out and check on my outside lines, my modem, etc. Only they won't be out for four more days (we're on day 3 with no dsl already at this point). Sigh. I complain, they agree to try to move me forward.

Then we begin receiving calls from their automated system reminding us to cancel our appointment if the problem corrects itself. Then we get the call that the appointment is moved up 2 days (yes). And then the morning of the appointment, the problem corrects itself.

Sigh

Silent Hill

This past Saturday I got my nipples pierced. It hurt. A lot. Very few other pains in life that I have experienced do I recall hurting more. I'd rather sport an eyebrow piercing but, well, that would make me less employable. Interestingly enough, my piercer turned out to be someone I already knew IRL, my friend Bandito's band-mate Dirty Jim. "I got my nipples pierced by Dirty Jim" doesn't exactly sound the safest, eh?

Saturday I also invited a coworker to join our regular Rock Band get-together, and she brought one of her friends. And J&J both were fairly ogling and gawky. I hadn't the heart to tell them that the ladies were gay (so very many of my Burger Workers are. An unusually large percentage of the population). All had a blast, as usual.

Retrieved Lash & Aeia from my grandmother on Sunday. Both had a fantastic time on their trip & I'm glad they got to have this special family time they normally don't get as much of. Things are quickly back to noisy normal here.

Work still sucks, but they convinced me to stay (ok, Denise did) and I will continue looking in earnest for something better. Sigh. Denise has some tests she needs to take tomorrow for job qualifications of her own. Loots of luck being wished on that one.

The wildfires here in northern California continue to blaze. There has been very little of this summer that's been smoke-free and safe for the kids to play outside, swim, etc. This is frustrating. I've friends with homes in danger, and this worries me (we had some stay with us one night while they were evacuated. I can't imagine how horrible the feeling is for them). I just want the fires to end. There's been so much ash and smoke thick in the air for so long that I'm beginning to feel like I live in Silent Hill. And it's very hard on me and my incomplete set of lungs as well. Sigh.

I have tomorrow off. A little job searching and some decent r&r would be nice.

Next time...

Waiting

I've been boring. I'm going to work on that.

Eldest kids are at my grandmother's this week, camping, fishing, meeting new relatives, having a fantastic time. Lash caught his first fish and apparently really dug it. I only wish I could have been there.

Haven't seen any of the movies I want to see yet, and am more likely not to at this point. Bummer. Ah well.

Oh boy did my birthday suck. Really, really suck. I don't want to elaborate, though as I am now past that. But it s-u-c-k-e-d sucked.

Still waiting for news on my pitch, which will go slower now that it's convention season...working on something new though for another small press.

Saturday nights are becoming a regular Rock Band party here, which has been fun.

Friday the 13th

How often am I going to be able to sync that title with the day it airs? I'm sure there are people out there who actually know this, or who will feel the sudden urge to look it up--it was rhetorical.

Lemme see, things I may not have touched upon in the last postings. . .

Lash's baseball season is over. Unfortunately, Lash was the very last out of the very last inning of the very last game and some of his teammates used that to try and make him feel as if it was his fault they lost. . .because he's so powerful that team sports are entirely under his control one way or the other. Anyway, I'm glad baseball is over. With one car and conflicting work schedules, transportation was a logistical nightmare.

Speaking of cars, we purchased a new one at the auction while Adam was up visiting. It stopped starting the next day and I brought it in to the shop this morning. Turns out it wasn't starting for purely aesthetic and retarded reasons on my part that we won't get in to, but bringing it in was good as it needed a new front axle and had a bad oil problem, so that was taken care of. Needs a tune up still, coolant hoses replaced and such, but that can wait 'til I can get help from friends rather than paying another $400+ I don't have to mechanics.

Adam visited last weekend. We had a very pleasant time hosting him. A lot of geeky comic book conversation happened, as did the same "I must know NOW" conversation I had with ADJ earlier this year. Played cards, did movies, etc. I am repeating myself some here, I know.

Some of my sunburning from that weekend is still really bad, and that sucks. Have been worrying about friends in nearby wildfire ridden Paradise. Not fun. Have been checking out 4th Edition--don't think it's going to be for us. I said this about 3rd too. . .stupid hobbies. This week the defendants in our lawsuit decided to bog us down in paperwork--that will not stop us. But it blows anyway.

My darling friend Cammie gets married tomorrow. Congratulations, sweetie.

Bored yet?

Interview With a Vampire

Feeling entirely like it's time again for silly meme action, here are two which came my way via ladies I love:

Un:

Two names you go by: Ev, D-Slash

Two things you are wearing right now: Boxer-briefs, glasses and rings are all I have on right now.

Two of your favorite things: Stressing the word things, which allows me to not worry about hurting people feelings: Rock Band and bed.

Two things you want very badly at the moment: A better job and a long soak in a very steamy jaccuzzi.

Two favorite pets you have/had: Cujo and Isis, both RIP I believe.

Two things you did last night: Swam, exposed Adam to Veronica Mars.

Two things you ate today: A Big Mac, some cheese.

Last two people you talked to: Nia and Donyai.

Two things you plan on doing tomorrow: Testing out my new wireless guitar controller for Rock Band and reading a book, probably the new Anita Blake.

Two longest trips taken in the last five years: Our San Diego trip in 2004 and our trip to Stockton in 2007 are the only trips I've taken in the past five years. Sigh.

Two favorite holidays: Halloween and Walpurgis Nacht.

Two favorite beverages: Anything involving mixtures of coffee, cream and chocolate; Cherry Cola Zero.

Segundo:

100 useless facts about me!

Do you sleep with your closet doors open or closed?
Open; I don't think our doors can close with the bit of perennial clutter situated at them.

Do you take the shampoos and conditioner bottles from hotels?
No, I'm very particular about shampoo quality and have yet to see hotel stuff meet my needs.

Have you ever 'done it' in a hotel room?
Why yes, yes I have.

Have you ever stolen a street sign before?
I missed this calling in life.

Are you eating anything right now?
Nope, but I am drinking some Propel.

Who do you think reads these?
the internet, Aimee, Devon and ADJ.

Do you have a calendar in your room?
Yes, but I believe it's a couple years out of date.

Where are you?
Sitting on the couch.

What's your plan for the day?
After sleeping, enjoying my day off with the kids and stuff.

Are you reading any books right now?
Yeah, some anthology of fantasy stuff.

Do you ever count your steps when you walk?
Not often enough to think about whether I ever do.

Have you ever peed in the woods?
Does the Pope look like an evil muppet?

Do you ever dance even if there's no music playing?
I may have been known to do this on rare occasion, usually with children.

What is your "Song of the Week"?
All You Need is Love, the Beatles

Is it okay for guys to wear pink?
I wear it all the damn time.

Do you still watch cartoons?
With four kids, I see cartoons most every day, unless they're watching Cloverfield incessantly.

Whats your favorite love movie?
Across the Universe or A Life Less Ordinary are in strong contention with each other here.

What do you drink with dinner?
Diet soda usually.

What do you dip Chicken Nuggets in?
Honey.

What is your favorite food/cuisine?
Thai

What movies could you watch over and over and still love?
The aforementioned love movies, The Big Lebowski, the New Jersey Sextet, Juno, many others I'm sure, these are just the ones that leap to mind first.

Were you ever a boy/girl scout?
I was almost a Weebalow.

Would you ever strip or pose nude in a magazine?
Stealing Cammie's answer:
Who says I haven't?

When was the last time you wrote a letter to someone on paper?
I wrote one a couple months ago--March.

Can you change the oil in a car?
Yes.

Ever gotten a speeding ticket?
Yes, but only once of the many many times I've been pulled over.

Run out of gas?
Only metaphorically.

Favorite kind of sandwich?
I really, really am not a sandwich fan.

Best thing to eat for breakfast?
Fruit and water, some juice.

What is your usual bedtime?
1ish

Are you lazy?
Sometimes yes, sometimes no, often in long streaks of one or the other.

When you were a kid, what did you dress up as for Halloween?
I can recall only one Halloween outfit, a devil.

Do you have any magazine subscriptions?
Entertainment Weekly, Advocate, Instinct.


Which are better, legos or lincoln logs?
Legos!

Are you stubborn?
Usually.

Who is better Leno or Letterman?
I'll go with Letterman entirely because of how he handled the writer's strike.

Ever watch soap operas?
When I was a kid at my grandmas, the only channels she got during the day showed soaps, so yeah.

Afraid of heights?
Not usually, no.

Sing in the car?
If there's music to sing along with, always.

Dance in the car?
No, not really.

Ever used a gun?
I have, yes.

Do you think musicals are cheesy?
musicals are awesome

Is Christmas stressful?
Yeah, a bit.

Favorite type of fruit pie?
Cherry

Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid?
firefighter, stunt man

Do you believe in ghosts?
yes

Ever have a deja-vu feeling?
yes

Do you take a vitamin daily?
no, but I should

Wear slippers?
No

Wear a bath robe?
No

What do you wear to bed?
A grin

Wal-Mart, Target or K-Mart?
Target


Nike or Adidas?
Adidas all the way. This is Run's House.

Cheetos Or Fritos?
I have a lot of nostalgia attached to Chester the Cheetah, nostalgia only my friend Tassy would probably understand.

Peanuts or Sunflower seeds?
Sunflower seeds.

Ever hear of "gorp"?
I will after I Google it.

Ever taken karate?
I have taken aikido.

Can you curl your tongue?
I have that genetic trait, yeah.

Ever won a spelling bee?
I've never been in one.

Have you ever cried because you were so happy?
yes

Own a record player?
No longer

Ever been in love?
yes

Hot tea or cold tea:
Cold

Tea or coffee?
Cold coffee

Favorite kind of cookie?
oatmeal chocolate chip

Can you swim well?
I can swim ok and can hold my breath really well.

Can you hold your breath without manually holding your nose?
Absolutely

Are you patient?
I can be.

Ever had plastic surgery?
no

Which are better black or green olives?
black

Can you knit or crochet?
nope

Wash room or bathroom?
Bathroom

Do you want to get married?
Maybe.

Do you cry and throw a fit until you get your own way?
Um, no. I just do what I want.

Do you have kids?
yes - vier.

Do you want kids?
More? Maybe.

Who do you wanna see right now?
The person I am IMing as I write this.

I'm Not There

A couple weeks ago Tasmia had her regular baby check-up and they detected a heart murmur, so today was the echocardiogram to test whether the murmur is a problem or not (again, not there due to Burger Emporium not giving me the time off requested). I hadn't mentioned any of it here before because I didn't want to put it out there and give Denise more to fret over. So anyway, they won't have an answer as to what the echo showed until next week, so we still wait wait wait, but with less fretting under the assumption that if there was something overly worrisome, it would have shown in their reactions. Anyway, good vibes and all that jazz please.

Rael is fine, thanks.

Lash's regular baseball season is over,but his team did well enough that they're in the local play-offs (play-off record of 1-1, two losses will eliminate them). He's still enjoying them greatly and work has kept me from viewing as many as I'd have liked.

The kids finished school today. Both did spectacular on their report cards. Next year Lash will be in 6th and Aeia 3rd grade. Lash had a great time at Whiskeytown Environmental Camp too. Groovy.

I'm working on a couple new writing pitches with another company in mind--spreading out my writing search.

Rock Band is still my mistress but some of its idiosyncrasies leave me a little ambivalent. My band with John and Brian is named "The Gay Cabelleros" and Microsoft chimed in when we selected this to let us know that the name was unacceptable for online/community standards and we wouldn't be able to play on XboxLive without changing the band name (we haven't, and I rock it hard with my pink chaps and cowboy hat). Then, when Aeia was singing "This ain't a scene, it's an arms race" by Fall Out Boy, I realized another quirky censorship issue of theirs: in the chorus when he repeatedly sings "god damn arms race" Rock Band has "god" deleted, it's just a silent vocal beat there, but "damn" is still there. Funny, not ha-ha, to me as I would have prefered Aeia not saying "damn" over her saying "god." Funky. All of the songs are radio edits (which is no different from Guitar Hero), so no "so fucking special" in "Creep," etc.

Still, extremely super fun and addicting. Just waiting for EA to send me my replacement for the defective guitar that came with it; thankfully the GH guitar works with Rock Band (but not vice-versa, grr).

Work. . .blows. And we've added more things to the menu that I won't eat.

Old friend Adam is coming up for a visit this weekend, am looking forward to some groovy hang-out time, see the Hulk, go buy another auction car. Good times.

M*A*S*H*

Let's see. . .

Denise was very nice to me and got me my birthday gift from her early--Rock Band for the Xbox 360. I am now so very completely breaking up with Guitar Hero. I'm not even going to return her calls. I'm sure we'll still have make-up music together, though. At least until Rock Band gets some Primus and Modest Mouse up in there to go with all the far superior music selection it has. I spent Friday night with Lash and Aeia rocking it out. Spent most of Saturday with John, Josh and Brian also rocking it out, with some duet action with me and Denise on Saturday and today. Great fun. I got a little 'tude earlier today, apologized for it and thought everything was fine, but apparently not. . . anyhow, super super super fun game. Thanks, Denise.

Tuesday Lash left for Whiskeytown Environmental camp and won't be back 'til Friday. I know that Rael, Aeia and I are all missing him (I imagine Denise does too, but she hasn't mentioned anything to me. . .).

Today (the 28th) was Rael's third birthday--we're waiting 'til Lash gets back so we can celebrate as a unit on Saturday.

Unfortunately, while I was at work Rael started having seizures and a skyrocketing fever. Denise ambulanced him to the hospital, and Chrissy was wonderful enough to come over and care for the other kids. Burger Hades didn't think it was enough of a family emergency to let me have a different manager come in and work a double shift so I could leave and be with my son. I feel a little postal (Dev--don't bring this up at work, please). I seriously need a new direction.

And I continue to wait, wait, wait for a sign on my writing pitch. Keep those good vibes continually flowing. At least no news isn't necessarily bad news.

Back from that intermission--the docs ran tests on Rael and couldn't find any definitive thing wrong with him, so diagnosed him with a "virus" and let him come home. I want to have confidence in the doctors (you know how I really feel). I want the doctors to be right. Fuck that, I just want Rael to be all right.

Ranting is done for now. My throat hurts; my head hurts; my heart hurts; my eyes hurt; my finger hurts; my feet hurt; it's beddy-bye for me.

EDIT: Today Rael is, while a small bit warm, running around, playing, jabber-jawing, digging on old Transformers season one cartoons. . .being his usual self again. Glee.

Running on Empty

Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday, dear Drew,
Happy birthday to you.

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Today I have a day of freedom from work so that I can sit with the kids while she tests for the job mentioned in the previous post. I hope to be able to work on some more writing and do a bit of job seeking myself.

If I don't change jobs before then, I've discovered that my next level of burger education will take place during three days in June that include my birthday: June 17-19. Still, though, there's no communication as to what these classes would mean for me promotion and/or salary wise, so I'm not exactly excited or anything, since I don't see a carrot dangled before me.

I've rediscovered my least favorite part of submitting creative work: waiting waiting waiting waiting. Sigh. If I get this it will be a major lift to my morale when it comes to motivating myself to push harder for more creative work. But as the genius of Tom Petty says, the waiting is the hardest part.

I'm not getting along well with a bunch of people right now. Not that any of them are actually putting forth any effort to get along with me either. It makes me a lot more introspective and self-assessing.

Last night I watched the assassination of Robert Redford by the coward Brad Pitt, or whatever it was called. . .it mostly bored me. It was quite pleasant to see Zoe Deschanel in yet another singing role in a film, though. Which reminds me, my copy of Across the Universe is malfunctioning so I need to go visit Amazon soon for a replacement.

So, surely someone has seen it--how is Indiana Jones and the Case of Crystal Pepsi?

Short Circuit

Number five is alive, baby.

Seriously though, I don't have any reason for not blogging lately. My output's been absolutely pitiful the last few months--sorry folks. What can I say? I will endeavor to rededicate my efforts here in order to be a little more entertaining for you. I have, however, been a busy beaver.

I've been working on a writing project that I'm still in the superstitious "too much talk will jinx me" stage, so without giving more information than that, bear with me, and wish me well. When I get out of the jinxy superstitious stage I'll surely be much more talkative about it.

My work at Burgeropolis moves along as it always does. Though I'm happily no longer twice-weekly exiled to the satellite store at Burgerburb. There's a high chance of me going to further burger classes next month too, which will line me up for better pay, benefits, etc. while I continue trying to improve my life beyond Burgeropolis.

Personally, I'm almost entirely a happy guy. There is one, one point in my life where this is quite not the case, and hasn't been for a while, but Denise and I continue to work at that and that is all I can really ask or hope for. Read-between-the-liners can note this is me making it clear that above all things I'm putting life and marriage first here and things are getting better.

The kids are great. Tasmia is a lot more mobile, which is of course nerve-wracking as you have to become hyper-aware of your entire surroundings now, especially when you also have a toddler who actively throws small choke hazards on the floor.

Rael is a lot more communicative, which we know was once a worry of mine. For whatever reason he just decided to take a really long time developing his linguistic abilities. Now he won't shut up. But he's adorable.

Aeia sang at a school talent show last week. Work kept me from attending, but I'm told she did well singing some Kelly Clarkson song. When I let them have Xbox360 time she is also still the clear superior of the two when she and Lash play Guitar Hero II and III. Though Lash is still more entertaining to watch play and acts like he gets more out of it.

Lash is still little-leaguing. His team wins most of their games and he's having a wonderful time. He still isn't fantastically skilled, but I like to think there's some improvement going on. He even stole a base last week. Season ends soon, unless their record decrees they go on to play-offs. I think their record will be making that decree too. We'll see.

Denise has a written exam coming for a new job she's applied for. Not a career-forward move, but better pay, etc. so we'll be finger crossing on that when we're done finger crossing for me. :)

Nerdgaming is nerdgaming and keeps on keeping on. We added a new member to our nerdgaming entourage. Now our chi is a little more in balance.

To Denise and all the other mothers out there, and as years go on I know more and more of you and will now avoid listing names for fear of leaving any out, I hope you have a fabulous Mother's Day. Sure, it's yet another holiday invention for the sake of selling greeting cards, but of them all, I think celebrating motherhood is one of the more honorable and righteous Hallmarkidays.

What else? Movies:
Iron Man: Loved it. Continue to feel RDJ was the perfect casting choice (yeah, yeah Jason, whatever), and am very pleased to announce that The Wooden Girl outright doubled her facial emotive range in this film from one to two. Part of me is afraid, though that maybe Iron Man wasn't really all that fabulous, just that the last 5 or so superhero movies in recent memory have been so displeasing that this one was only good but seemed great. In other words, I fear watching it a second time and feeling as if the origin story drags too long, Paltrow isn't refreshingly new, Howard is more squeekily annoying as Rhodey, etc.

Teeth: I wasn't going to watch this; I was quite clear on this. But I watched it anyway. Somewhat nightmarish. A bit more gruesome (did it also have to spit the bitten parts back out? Really. Ugh). Dug the ending.

I've been watching season 2 of Penn & Teller Bullshit and am now wholly behind the idea of ceasing recycling, other than for aluminum cans, and for after-use restaurant grease as alternative fuel sources. It's (the recycling episode) actually the first episode I went into ready to disagree with and went out of a transformed man. Heh.

You can guarantee that my absolute love for Speed Racer, coupled with my viewing of its various trailers, will most definitely be keeping me out of the movie theatre on that one. Go Speed Go. It looks like it's really just a longish plot-less eyegasm.

Total number of new words Evan's added to the universe's English-language lexicon today: two--Hallmarkiday and eyegasm.

I've come to realize I have a growing resentment for people who offer "help" but never offer babysitting.

lunch is ready and I am hungry, so this is all folks.