I tell you, when it comes to actually writing stuff lately (outside of short Facebook updates and The Project That Cannot Yet Be Named), it’s just harder and harder these days. Oscar Wilde once wrote that “brevity is the soul of wit,” and accordingly, Facebook seems to be the perfect place for my brand of dray snarkiness. The long form stuff, which I really need to do more of, is getting harder and harder…
I guess The Project That Cannot Yet Be Named (not associated with Lord Voldemort in any way, shape or form, so J.K. Rowling’s lawyers can please please leave me be) is taking up most of my writing bandwidth. I’m optimistic I’ll have something to say there soon. If all goes well, very very soon, right Scot?
In other news…
- I’m buying a house! Well, maybe. I have an offer in on a short sale, and the bank is currently deciding if they are going to accept my offer or…not. It’s a nice little place, decent yard, needs a little work, but for the price (under 100K – yes, housing prices have officially cratered here), I can easily afford some of the fixing up it needs, and I have plenty of labor I can call upon. I’m more than willing to call in a few “helping you move” favors. I’ve already been plotting a few plans for what I’m going to do once I’ve signed the papers (carpet out, hardwood floors in). Maybe I’m getting ahead of myself, but we’ll see what shakes out in about a week or so.
- They still like me at work. Boy, I have them fooled. I’m just so darn likable, I am. But I look forward to when I can leave QA behind. Not my favorite thing in the world, but until The Project That Cannot Yet Be Named takes off…a paycheck is a paycheck.
Really, that’s about it. Life is…pretty darn boring. Just me and the Fuzzmonster hanging out a bunch after work.
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