Sometimes I miss Virginia, sometimes I don’t.

Prior to moving to the WordPress format, I still did some writing, as evidenced on Varentines Day, but didn’t actually post due to the fact that I was in the midst of the transition.

Well, the transition has occurred, and I’ll be the first to admit, that it feels kind of silly that I’m posting rants, brogs, and opinions about events that are now several weeks old, and technically no longer valid.  But the way I see it, I don’t have the heart to delete the words that I chose to write in the first place, and the longer I wait, the more invalid they become.

I wrote the following about three weeks ago, when I was snowed-in at my parents’ house, which was supposed to be a relaxing weekend with the family, celebrating my mom’s birthday.  Instead, Mother Nature decided to take a great huge dump on Virginia, and ironically, this is prior to the so-called “Snowpocalypse.”

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The Magic of Fiction

So I’m watching an episode of Dexter, and it’s the Thanksgiving episode in Season 4.  Debra Morgan, beloved sister of the titular character, being the obsessive workaholic, says she’s not coming to the Morgan Family Thanksgiving dinner, because she’s still trying to crack the Trinity Killer.  So being the conniving, calculated individual he is, Dexter resorts to the dirtiest, most effective trick in the book – kids.

He orchestrates his adoptive family to make a plea to their aunt to come over for Thanksgiving, record it, and then send it to Debs, who would no doubt, be unable to resist the invitation from her step-niece and nephews.  But when it comes time for action, Dexter pulls out, of all video equipment in the world, his cell phone.

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Why yes, that IS a chip on my shoulder

So I’m not working right now, and I honestly haven’t had a semblance of a stable job for about two weeks now.  I’ve given it a lot of thought throughout the last few months, and it was my intention to abandon the idea that I won’t look for a full-time job until I’m 30, because let’s face it, two years is a lot of time for life to get complicated, and it would probably be in my best interests if I decided to not screw off in those two years and actually get myself prepared for the worst.

The problem however is, that I can’t seem to get anywhere at the moment.  Now I’ve been lucky in the past, and it’s gotten me through some rough patches, but this time, I’m not so lucky.  My agency that I freelance through can’t seem to get me in the door to any companies right now, and the biggest problem right now are the companies; they’re simply not hiring graphic designers.  Which is leading to me developing this metaphorical chip on my shoulder.

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The Mass Effect – Secret of Mana Connection

One of the best parts of the redesign is the simplicity in which I can post now – I have a clever idea, or inspiration to write something, I’m more or less an internet connection away from making it happen.

My recent time-waster these days has been Mass Effect. Not Mass Effect 2, but the original. I tend to be behind a generation when it comes to video games not starting with “Left 4 Dead” or “Resident Evil,” and to be perfectly honest, I probably wouldn’t have given attention to Mass Effect if not for the amazing theatrical trailer that they showed during the AFC championship game that made me go “whoa.” So I went out and picked up the first one, since it’s a Platinum edition, and inexpensive, to acclimate myself to the story, and prepare myself for the day in which I too, move onto Mass Effect 2.

And I love the game. I’m currently on my second go-around, to go the more renegade route, as well as unlock a few XBOX achievements on the way. But I came to the realization recently of what Mass Effect is, basically – Mass Effect is the sci-fi version of Secret of Mana.

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Happy Varentines Day, or something like that

This is not going to be one of those posts.

Where I glamorize my single status, and brag about how much money I’m saving not going out to a fancy dinner or buying lavish gifts for the woman in my life.  Where I act as if I were the Scrooge of St. Valentine’s, and put up a macho front about how I don’t need it, and it doesn’t need me.   Where I expend an extraneous count of words to describe how depressed I am because there’s nobody in my life in that way.  Where I make bold statements and predictions that next year will not be spent alone.

No, this is a post where I say I brought in Varentines Day, as the clock passed midnight nursing bottle after bottle of booze in the company of good people, while feeling good about dressing nice for a night out.  I laughed a ton, drank a little more than would be deemed necessary, and had a fun time.  Nothing pessimistic about that.

But since I’m still a romantic at heart, I’ll get in the Varentines mood, and share this little story, a post I wrote a little while ago, but didn’t post it, because I was in the midst of switching to my WordPress.

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