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Okay comics folks I just picked up the Avengers Assemble Age of Ultron tie-in from...
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Your day just got better and you’re welcome.
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Every now and again I’ll get this incredible urge to get rid of all of the hair on my face.
I said my face, not my head. Though, there have been times when I’ve thought about just shaving off all of that as well.
But yeah, that thing on my face that is often called a beard. Or as I like to call it, scraggly scrub brush.
I’m kind of lazy when it comes to shaving. It’s a chore, it hurts, there’s a chance of cutting myself, I have to use a trimmer, then an electric and then a straight razor (those goddamned electric razor commercials lying, they don’t give you a close shave for shit!). So the many sensations I go through are annoying tugging as I trim, really annoying buzzing as I shave and the oft cut and feeling of alcohol as it stings. This is what I go through. I can’t imagine if I ever did that to my legs, because it’s a veritable forest down there (that was not a challenge for me to shave my legs… unless there’s a charity involved).
A friend of mine says when I shave it’s like taking ten years off my age. Which is fine, because it’s better than what people thought when I was younger.
“You look twelve.”
I’ve had that a lot, really. But I’ve also known it takes off a lot of years because my beard happens to have the largest congregation of grey hairs on my head. Two very grey stripes on either side of my chin.
If I could actually grow a decent beard, I’d probably keep it, but as it turns out, my beard growing skills are rather weak. Not like my hair growing skills, which as seen above, are completely awesome and totally metal.
I think I’ve become addicted to my phone.
We have one of those Kreiger coffee makers at work. Just a small little cup of coffee or tea can be brewed fast. But, that face is a prime example of the dangers of not paying attention. I drink coffee, and didn’t realize until I took a sip that, while I had a small amount of coffee in my cup, I inadvertently just mixed it with green tea.
While the taste is interesting it will not be a mistake I shall make again.
It’s Christmas morning!
You can tell because I have a candy cane in my hand while I read a book on my Kindle. It’s a little after 8 in the morning, still dark outside, and in a couple of hours I’ll make my way to Saskatoon to visit my parents for Christmas morning.
This is the first year that I can remember where Christmas didn’t creep up on me like before. I didn’t rush around and do things, I just did stuff I needed to do. Like yesterday, I did three loads of laundry. I know, not exactly Christmas Evey type activity, but it was something I needed to do.
As I’ve grown older, a lot of things have come into better focus (even though my eyes continual grow weaker every year). I hate driving long distances, I don’t like travelling, even going to Saskatoon. I figure Elbow and the beach on the lake is a good journey for me. Sure I’d like to travel to exotic places, but it’s not high on my list. Mostly because I’ll probably have to take a plane and that thought terrifies me. I hate the phone, I find it an intrusion into my life. Though, it is necessary, and I even have a cell phone for those times that I do have to travel a great distance.
That’s stuff I hate, but the list of stuff I like has gotten better.
I’m not so down on the Kindle or other ereaders like I used to be. I can see how it is awesome to carry around 40 or more books in your coat pocket. The bonus: less stuff to dust.
I’ve grown comfortable in the place where I live. I enjoy this small town and really don’t wish to move to a larger center. Cities terrify me, after all, so I’m content living here, in Outlook.
I feel very privileged in that I wrote a book. Sometimes I get down on my writing and find it difficult to get motivated, but I look back and realize that I actually wrote a book. It actually is put together and there are actually people reading it, whether that be the printed version or the electronic version. It isn’t perfect, but it’s there and it’s mine.
I have my aches and pains, but I sit back and realize life could be a lot worse for me. And really, in the end, I just hope there’s others out there that as they grow and as they deal with the inevitability of life, that they’ll learn from it, find some way to make it easier, and get to a point where they are happy.
Social happiness is one thing, that contract the government signs when they take office to ensure that people are cared for, that’s one thing. That’s something we all need to remind our respective governments about. But individual happiness, that takes a lot of hard work. For some it might come easy, others will be a little harder. And, in a few cases, it may not come to realization until you happen to be the age of the answer to life, the universe, and everything. Sorry, reading a lot of Douglas Adams lately.
Well, that turned rather philosophical in a hurry. I didn’t mean that to go down that road after taking a goofy picture of myself holding my Kindle and a candy cane (which, as of this paragraph, has been devoured). All things considered…
Happy Holidays and the best in the New Year.
I have decided I need more sweaters. And not just because it’s winter. Because I can rock a sweater really well.
I have a new cellphone.
This is awesome.
You wanna know the last time I had a cellphone? 2003. It was a Motorola. No, it was not a brick. That was the previous phone to that one. Now I have a Blackberry Bold. It’s pretty cool. I can surf the web (though, the keyboard is tiny and so is the screen), I can watch YouTube videos on it (which chews up data minutes and could charge me for overuse), it’s got Twitter and Google Chat apps already installed (both of which I forgot my passwords to).
So far, I have just one phone number on my phone.
My mom and dad.
Time to take the poll!
Cut it or keep going? My hair’s getting pretty long (longer than I’ve had it before). About eight inches in length.
While you guys answer, I’m goin’ to listen to 80’s Big Hair Bands, like Warrant and the Scorpions (okay, that last was arena rock, but still).
It is now one in the afternoon.
I now have something to add to my list.
Later, going to read.
Just five more hours. I may go home and have a nap after work. Well, after I do some writing.
…and pick up some coffee and sugar.
…can’t forget lunch.
…had a movie I wanted to watch.
…organize some photos.
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It’s 6:45 in the morning. In ten minutes I’ll get ready for work, which includes a quick combing of the hair, pull back into a hair tie, brush my teeth, put on deodorant, and then out the door to finish the newspaper run.
It’s the usual Thursday morning after a long Wednesday where I didn’t get home until 10 last night. I am pleased, however, that I will get home around 1:00 or 2:00 this afternoon. I’ll write, which I’ve got lots of ideas for the novel I’m working on. All of it’s coming together nicely. I think I might hit more than 50,000 words. A lot more.
But for now, I’ll drink my coffee and just relax for a bit.
After a horrid weekend of feeling like crap, which included having an intimate relationship with my toilet, I awoke this morning feeling kind of… okay. But not 100%. This is natural after a weekend that I can only describe as being kinda violently ill. I went into work, feeling sort of nauseous, and was immediately told to go home. Which I’m cool with, not for the fact I get an extra day off, but I know my work will be less than stellar, even on a day when we’re caught up. So tomorrow will be busy, that’s fine, not like we haven’t been there before. If this were a day closer to Christmas or something like our Graduation issue or our Agriculture issue, I’d suffer and slog through it because I know we need to get the paper done.
On another note, this is only the third time in eight years that I have gone home sick from work, so I’m pretty happy about that.
It was time to break out the fall jacket and get a sweater, so I drove home over lunch hour and picked up a bunny hug and my leather. It is cold and rainy today.
Read a headline in the paper; suddenly start giggling.
It’s 4:30, time to take out the hair tie and head home.
Today is just gonna be one of those days with the hair. Just don’t wanna stay in place.
