I've met with a fellow student about the TCC Literary Magazine's layout. I have played D'n'D with friends. I have eaten a little venison. I have rewatched True Romance. I have enjoyed a short hailstorm from the comfort of my living room.
I've put together two rounds for this week's trivia. I have fed the cat to prevent her from killing me. I've touched base with my mom. I've touched base with friends. I have looked for ice cream trucks for sale on craigslist.
I've used up my Sunday and I think it's time to go to bed.
2/22/13
7:51 and it's still raining.
Has been all day.
A few years ago, North Florida went through a nasty summer drought. Every day I would wake up and check the weather station while I got ready for work. Every day it showed me seven days of grinning, taunting cartoon suns. All the plants died. Even the live oaks, with their deep, behemoth roots, drooped.
That's just not right for this part of the world. Florida is a swamp, a rain forest. They called it the Sunshine State to attract tourists, but a better name would be the Mildew State. The whole ecology depends on on just staying damp all the time. Turns out, so do I.
I started to get depressed. And I am not prone to depression. All those clear blue skies began to weigh on me. I fantasized about storms, about standing out in my yard and letting big, fat raindrops beat on me. Every read the Ray Bradbury story All Summer in a Day? That opposite of that.
Eventually, frowning clouds showed up on the weather channel and we got some rain, thank god. I don't think I've complained about rain since then, though.
A few years ago, North Florida went through a nasty summer drought. Every day I would wake up and check the weather station while I got ready for work. Every day it showed me seven days of grinning, taunting cartoon suns. All the plants died. Even the live oaks, with their deep, behemoth roots, drooped.
That's just not right for this part of the world. Florida is a swamp, a rain forest. They called it the Sunshine State to attract tourists, but a better name would be the Mildew State. The whole ecology depends on on just staying damp all the time. Turns out, so do I.
I started to get depressed. And I am not prone to depression. All those clear blue skies began to weigh on me. I fantasized about storms, about standing out in my yard and letting big, fat raindrops beat on me. Every read the Ray Bradbury story All Summer in a Day? That opposite of that.
Eventually, frowning clouds showed up on the weather channel and we got some rain, thank god. I don't think I've complained about rain since then, though.
2/19/13
12:04 and trivia is over.
At least until tomorrow, when I do it all over again at Corner Pocket. I've been running bar trivia nights for almost 2 and a half years now. I have to say, as a side job it sure beats digging ditches. Right now, though, my Monday night crowd is slowly fading away. Are they tired? Bored? Some come on another night now, at another time. Some just disappeared.
I have to come up with more of a crowd. If there's no competition, what fun is it? I should promote a little heavier, come up with fun new rounds. Somewhere there is an untapped crowd, and I need to entice them down to answer unimportant questions and drink more than they should on Monday.
I have to come up with more of a crowd. If there's no competition, what fun is it? I should promote a little heavier, come up with fun new rounds. Somewhere there is an untapped crowd, and I need to entice them down to answer unimportant questions and drink more than they should on Monday.
2/16/13
At 8:14, I am putting on boots.
When I was young - five? - I would drag the toes of my sneakers on the ground. I liked the sound, I think. It wore through them quickly, and my mom hated it. "I'm going to make you wear steel toed boots," she would threaten. Yeah.
Don't throw me in that brier patch.
They take some getting used to, heavy boots. Takes some practice to steer them. They swing your foot a little further and widen your stride. Not for nothing, the fairy tale trope of seven-league boots.
I get mine at the flea market. It takes a few shows, some jumping up and down on a concrete floor, to break down the last guy's wear patterns and imprint my own.
Don't throw me in that brier patch.
They take some getting used to, heavy boots. Takes some practice to steer them. They swing your foot a little further and widen your stride. Not for nothing, the fairy tale trope of seven-league boots.
I get mine at the flea market. It takes a few shows, some jumping up and down on a concrete floor, to break down the last guy's wear patterns and imprint my own.
2:30 in the morning is a good time.
Oh, look, this is still a thing.
I should be working on a logo I'm doing, but the middle of the night is a good time to take a little break. I'm half watching an Irish film called The Snapper. Colm Meaney has large, Irish ears.
I'm supposed to go to the flea market in the morning. I need a new pair of jeans, and they didn't have my size last week. Hudson Falcons are playing in town tonight, and who doesn't like to look their best at a show?
I should be working on a logo I'm doing, but the middle of the night is a good time to take a little break. I'm half watching an Irish film called The Snapper. Colm Meaney has large, Irish ears.
I'm supposed to go to the flea market in the morning. I need a new pair of jeans, and they didn't have my size last week. Hudson Falcons are playing in town tonight, and who doesn't like to look their best at a show?
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