Hey guys,
So I've been dealing with some real life... hmm... not sure what to call them. My daughter has had my attention quite a bit of late and, as a consequence, her mom and I have been in each other's orbit again with all the predictable messiness THAT entails. In addition I've been looking at going back to school again and I haven't been in a classroom since 1995 which means I've been feeling rather out of my depth. AND I think my new downstairs neighbor (the one who invited me to this supposedly peaceful little town in the middle of nowhere which has turned out to be horribly noisy and aggravating all of my neural conditions) may actually be plotting to kill me. And, by that, I mean that she is more heavily armed than a policeman while walking around telling everyone who will listen that she feels threatened by me.
Which means that I am, once again, looking for a quiet, peaceful place to write and listen to the birds... as opposed to people screaming profanity into a neighborhood with children, the occasional jackhammer and asphalt paving crew, lawnmowers, leaf blowers, chainsaws, snow-ploughs, large trucks both trundling through and frequently backing up (that bloody sound alone is enough to turn me into Drake on a bad day) and, of course, the never-ending monstrous flatulence of the air conditioner belonging to the bank next door. I tell you, after 2008 my patience for banks is thin at best. I've already done the legwork to put the bank manager in contact with reputable and knowledgeable providers of quiet and efficient fan blades AND explained why and how that is what he needs... as opposed to a fence or conduit to physically obstruct the sound. Neither of which would work and the second indicates a failure to understand how a fan works in an enclosed environment.
I tell you, the sound of that AC is the audio equivalent of chinese water torture.
It's my dawns, you know? When the world is just waking up and feels like it's holding its breath in anticipation of the coming day, when all the birds are a choral cacophony of praise for the coming light... aaaaand then there's that goddamn mother-frakking blight on the peace and tranquility of the very fabric of reality (no really I can prove it) also known as the bank's air conditioner farting all over the neighborhood!
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Right.
So... all of that, the TLDR version, is my way of saying that I'm... sorry I haven't been paying enough attention.
Really.
I love you guys. lol
On that note: I'm looking to get Voc Rehab to pay for a class in Wordpress that will enable me to create my own website where I will post all of my writing and links to any youtube videos I upload in case you guys are ever interested in watching me "waste my time" (I'm actually rather proud of my flying in Elite Dangerous. I'm nearly a triple elite pilot who prefers flight assist off (newtonian physics) which lets me vector in one direction and orient in another... very handy in combat). In addition a near-future-big-project is going to be the act of taking every single chapter of all three of the stories I've posted on this forum and, one by one, getting them ready for upload onto Cranky Old Gamer... which already exists I...ah... just don't know how to do anything with it.
Oh, one more little detail: my gaming computer is currently in pieces. My MOBO died. Not sure if it took a couple video cards with it, either. I have the pieces to rebuild the rig but... since it's NOT been a distraction I've found myself spending more time practicing yoga and -gasp!- actually getting out of the house. (Still a work in progress).
I need someplace quiet, you know? Far away from traffic, off a lonely road where I can hear the birds and go for long walks in the woods with my dog. Hell, I'd even like to chop my own firewood, you know? All right, that's enough of me inflicting my crap on all of you.
Cheers, mates. Thanks for calling me back and... I'll get back to work.