So i didn't get that place i wanted, but we found one in the same area that i think we have a much better chance of getting. should find out in the next day or two, so fingers crossed. Only problem is they want a quick move-in, and thats gonna make next week, already hectic enough in preperation of the following week's trip to italy, even more insane.
in other news, i've decided i'm done dating hipsters. i find them utterly irrestistable, but the last few i've dated just couldn't stop being hip and open up a bit. while i admire their dedication to the asthetic, it gets a bit wearying. i think i wanna date a geek. if you're cute, sf located, and know your way around a d20 or a unix shell, or know someone who is, don't be shy.
in other news, i've decided i'm done dating hipsters. i find them utterly irrestistable, but the last few i've dated just couldn't stop being hip and open up a bit. while i admire their dedication to the asthetic, it gets a bit wearying. i think i wanna date a geek. if you're cute, sf located, and know your way around a d20 or a unix shell, or know someone who is, don't be shy.
I have found the apartment i want to move into. If i have to sell my firstborn to the landlord to haves it, i will. My compatriot took a video while i wandered around. its not what you'd call well filmed, but you get the idea.
in other news, i actually got five whole minutes worth of work done today, a feat accomplished only by closing my email program and leaving my phone off its hook. this, combined with the realization that this is my career, its what i want to do, at least until the whole writing things takes off, made for a pretty somber afternoon. the mild madness i'm experiencing as a result of the staggering insomnia i've got probably isn't helping.
i saw a girl at the bus stop today, who smiled at me. i wish i'd said hello.
in other news, i actually got five whole minutes worth of work done today, a feat accomplished only by closing my email program and leaving my phone off its hook. this, combined with the realization that this is my career, its what i want to do, at least until the whole writing things takes off, made for a pretty somber afternoon. the mild madness i'm experiencing as a result of the staggering insomnia i've got probably isn't helping.
i saw a girl at the bus stop today, who smiled at me. i wish i'd said hello.
If further occurs to me that the previous post really doesn't tell you anything except that i'm not dead, which is well and good, but perhaps i could be a little better at this.
My life, in the few months i've had it back since finishing chemo, has divided itself into three uneven sections. The first is work, which remains entertaining and challenging and frustrating, but requires little further discussion here, except to say that perhaps at some point i will take the time to photograph the disaster zone that is my desk. The second section is my somewhat atrophied social life, which is improving. i'd sorta forgotten what it was like to go do things with people, like see terrible movies and heckle them (pathfinder was hilarious. really.) or sit in a bar and play "never order a familiar beer". The last third is this bloody apartment, which i increasingly desirous of leaving with as much haste as possible. Having spent 3 months here, 3 sickly boring months, i'm pretty ready to be living somewhere thats no there.
in other, unrelated news, i saw this while killing time at the metreon downtown:
i wonder what one has to do for their name to become their title. i think it would be pretty cool to be jude the juderian.
and lastly, the cat woke me up this morning by jumping on my chest. four times. then sitting on me.
its a good thing he's cute. i'm disinclined to put up with being rudely awoken by things what aren't cute.
My life, in the few months i've had it back since finishing chemo, has divided itself into three uneven sections. The first is work, which remains entertaining and challenging and frustrating, but requires little further discussion here, except to say that perhaps at some point i will take the time to photograph the disaster zone that is my desk. The second section is my somewhat atrophied social life, which is improving. i'd sorta forgotten what it was like to go do things with people, like see terrible movies and heckle them (pathfinder was hilarious. really.) or sit in a bar and play "never order a familiar beer". The last third is this bloody apartment, which i increasingly desirous of leaving with as much haste as possible. Having spent 3 months here, 3 sickly boring months, i'm pretty ready to be living somewhere thats no there.
in other, unrelated news, i saw this while killing time at the metreon downtown:
i wonder what one has to do for their name to become their title. i think it would be pretty cool to be jude the juderian.
and lastly, the cat woke me up this morning by jumping on my chest. four times. then sitting on me.
its a good thing he's cute. i'm disinclined to put up with being rudely awoken by things what aren't cute.
it occurs to me to post.
i'm two, almost three months past chemo, and i have to say the months of recovery have gone much faster than those of treatment. it was, unsurprisingly, fucking miserable, but i'm done and it feel good to have hair again.
my only regret is that my relationship did not survive the chemo, which i hadn't honestly expected. oh well.
i'm two, almost three months past chemo, and i have to say the months of recovery have gone much faster than those of treatment. it was, unsurprisingly, fucking miserable, but i'm done and it feel good to have hair again.
my only regret is that my relationship did not survive the chemo, which i hadn't honestly expected. oh well.
Face the facts. Then act on them. It's the only mantra I know, the only doctrine I have to offer you, and it's harder than you'd think, because I swear humans seem hardwired to do anything but. Face the facts. Don't pray, don't wish, don't buy into centuries-old dogma and dead rhetoric. Don't give in to your conditioning or your visions or your fucked-up sense of . . . whatever. FACE THE FACTS. THEN act.
-quellcrist falconer
-quellcrist falconer
there was a time, a few years ago, when watching Moulin Rouge put me in a pretty fucked up mood.
I watched it tonight, and it did nothing.
i wonder what sort of movement this is? forwards? backwards? it feels like icewater.
I watched it tonight, and it did nothing.
i wonder what sort of movement this is? forwards? backwards? it feels like icewater.
