I have entered in a third suicide pact with Coyote. Sadly, suicide pacts are the only things that seem to motivate me past my inherent laziness and lack of confidence.
It's a deadly combination.
I must produce a second draft of one of my short stories by May 1. Unfortunately, I have only one first draft, so that's all I can work with. I've been hiding from finishing this thing for nearly a year now. Shit.
I also must produce a new first draft by June 1. That'll be slightly easier, considering it doesn't have to be any good.
Damn it all. Why do I do this to myself?
On the plus side, I get to read some new stuff by Coyote.
Monday, March 31, 2008
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
When I Think About Me...
Taco: You are so hot.
Wifezilla: You are lying!
Taco: Nuh uh!
Wifezilla: Well, you are hot, too.
Taco: I know. Even I can't keep my hands off me.
Wifezilla: You are lying!
Taco: Nuh uh!
Wifezilla: Well, you are hot, too.
Taco: I know. Even I can't keep my hands off me.
Friday, March 14, 2008
Smack Talk
Sunday morning, Super Smash Bros. Brawl dropped. We loved Melee on das Gamencuben, so getting the new title for the Wii was a no brainer.
The kids and I dragged our asses out of bed and hauled on down to Target to pick up a copy. Target opens at 8, and I figured we'd be able to get a head start on the Christians going to church. They still had a huge stack of the game when we got there, and I was very proud of my cleverness... until I realized that I'd forgotten the time change, and Target had already been open for an hour when we arrived. I guess I needn't have worried so much.
We've put some miles on the game this week. Wifezilla even plays with us. They've kept the automatic handicap feature from Melee, so within a few fights, even my three year old daughter has a fair shot at winning a fight.
We've had a blast.
My son is six, and he's started to get the hang of the game. The handicap the computer assigns to me dwindles daily, and it's started to get really fun playing against him.
Unfortunately, I talk a lot of trash while I play without even realizing it. Last night, kidzookie was playing against his mom (and winning big time). He'd staked out a position on a ledge, and every time my wife would try to jump onto it, he'd send her flying, point at her, and yell, "Not in my house, little man!"
I couldn't stop laughing. Wifezilla was considerably less impressed.
The kids and I dragged our asses out of bed and hauled on down to Target to pick up a copy. Target opens at 8, and I figured we'd be able to get a head start on the Christians going to church. They still had a huge stack of the game when we got there, and I was very proud of my cleverness... until I realized that I'd forgotten the time change, and Target had already been open for an hour when we arrived. I guess I needn't have worried so much.
We've put some miles on the game this week. Wifezilla even plays with us. They've kept the automatic handicap feature from Melee, so within a few fights, even my three year old daughter has a fair shot at winning a fight.
We've had a blast.
My son is six, and he's started to get the hang of the game. The handicap the computer assigns to me dwindles daily, and it's started to get really fun playing against him.
Unfortunately, I talk a lot of trash while I play without even realizing it. Last night, kidzookie was playing against his mom (and winning big time). He'd staked out a position on a ledge, and every time my wife would try to jump onto it, he'd send her flying, point at her, and yell, "Not in my house, little man!"
I couldn't stop laughing. Wifezilla was considerably less impressed.
Thursday, March 6, 2008
Let it go, dude, just... let it go.
I got screwed over a while back (a few years ago?). Screwed over? Hell, not just screwed over... after I got served the whole shit sandwich, they came over, showed off how they screwed me over, and I had to make nice noises about how awesome they were for treating me like shit. Fun.
So I started off the morning retelling the story to a friend of mine. I can't remember how the subject came up, but there I went. It started off as just "let me illustrate your point about this person." By the end of it, I felt like shit and was shaking. I really underestimated how upset I still am by the whole thing. Fuck.
There's absolutely nothing I can do about it, for several reasons. Best I can do is learn from it and move on, and I've done my best to do that... but I guess I haven't moved on all that well, judging by my reaction when I made myself relive the whole thing this morning.
I can't remember where I encountered it, but I once heard or read something along the lines of this:
So I started off the morning retelling the story to a friend of mine. I can't remember how the subject came up, but there I went. It started off as just "let me illustrate your point about this person." By the end of it, I felt like shit and was shaking. I really underestimated how upset I still am by the whole thing. Fuck.
There's absolutely nothing I can do about it, for several reasons. Best I can do is learn from it and move on, and I've done my best to do that... but I guess I haven't moved on all that well, judging by my reaction when I made myself relive the whole thing this morning.
I can't remember where I encountered it, but I once heard or read something along the lines of this:
There's two kinds of things I don't worry about: things I can do something about, and things I can't.This definitely falls into the second category. So just let it go, Taco. Srsly.
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Stuff, Things, and Shit (Sorry, no Junk)
- I got hung out to dry. I've gotten screwed at work before, but never this overtly. Angry Taco is Angry.
- Piece of shit I used to be good friends with hurt awesome person I really fucking love's feelings. Angry Taco is Seeing Red.
- I had to work late today because of the fuck up that I wasn't responsible for, and that the one responsible won't acknowledge. Angry Taco is Pissed.
- This jackass in California decided to dick me over and make all kinds of noise about how important it was for him to get my fix as soon as humanly possible without actually answering my question about whether he had to have it tonight (accepting the fact that I'd be harder to reach outside business hours) or if he could wait until tomorrow. I didn't let him have it, but once I asked him point blank and couldn't get a straight fucking answer, I went home and let him stew for the hour and a half it takes for me to drive home, have dinner, etc. He's much more cooperative now. But he's still a fucknut. Angry Taco is Ready to Snap.
- Wifezilla takes kidzookie out to the mall for Mommy & Son's Night Out (TM). I asked her to pick me up a technical book I really need, since there's a Barnes & Noble in the mall. She comes home and hands me the bag, which contains the book I needed... plus the only Christopher Moore book I don't yet own. I look up and she smiles and says I seemed to be having a bad day, so she and my son got me a present. Angry Taco is... Less Angry.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Hello... we're Taco and Coyote.
Coyote: What does it say about today that it’s only 9:20 and I’m already halfway through my third Johnny Cash CD of the day?
Taco: Have you tried taking them to Reno and shooting them just to watch them die?
Coyote: I was gonna save that for the weekend. I don’t wanna go to Folsom in the middle of the week.
Taco: Yeah, Folsom's pretty rough. When you're there, time just keeps draggin' on.
Coyote: Luckily I’m not named Sue. God knows what they’d do to me.
Taco: Can you cry? I heard that there once was a man and he couldn't cry. Hadn't cried for years and for years. In the end... well... it didn't end well for him.
Coyote: Not just cry, I can cry cry cry but I do that alone.
Taco: Sounds like the blues. Have you tried getting rhythm? I find that a jumpy rhythm makes you feel so fine it'll drive all your troubles from your worried mind.
Coyote: I tried that but it turns out that I walk the line. You can imagine my disappointment.
Taco: Better keep a close watch on that heart of yours. Last thing you want to do is fall into another ring of fire.
Coyote: I never should have given my love to Rose…
Taco: Shoulda just told her to give your other suit to the Salvation Army. And everything else you left behind.
Coyote: Yep, when the man came around he could have just taken it all.
Taco: Which man? The one on the left?
Coyote: Him there, next to Delia. Hey, I thought she was gone!
Taco: Yeah, they told she was going to Jackson.
Coyote: She’s been everywhere, y’know.
Taco: I'll bet she's in the jailhouse, now.
Coyote: And we’ve come full circle back to Folsom. Yay! Time to leave the glass cage. This was the funningest game ever.
Taco: Have you tried taking them to Reno and shooting them just to watch them die?
Coyote: I was gonna save that for the weekend. I don’t wanna go to Folsom in the middle of the week.
Taco: Yeah, Folsom's pretty rough. When you're there, time just keeps draggin' on.
Coyote: Luckily I’m not named Sue. God knows what they’d do to me.
Taco: Can you cry? I heard that there once was a man and he couldn't cry. Hadn't cried for years and for years. In the end... well... it didn't end well for him.
Coyote: Not just cry, I can cry cry cry but I do that alone.
Taco: Sounds like the blues. Have you tried getting rhythm? I find that a jumpy rhythm makes you feel so fine it'll drive all your troubles from your worried mind.
Coyote: I tried that but it turns out that I walk the line. You can imagine my disappointment.
Taco: Better keep a close watch on that heart of yours. Last thing you want to do is fall into another ring of fire.
Coyote: I never should have given my love to Rose…
Taco: Shoulda just told her to give your other suit to the Salvation Army. And everything else you left behind.
Coyote: Yep, when the man came around he could have just taken it all.
Taco: Which man? The one on the left?
Coyote: Him there, next to Delia. Hey, I thought she was gone!
Taco: Yeah, they told she was going to Jackson.
Coyote: She’s been everywhere, y’know.
Taco: I'll bet she's in the jailhouse, now.
Coyote: And we’ve come full circle back to Folsom. Yay! Time to leave the glass cage. This was the funningest game ever.
Monday, February 4, 2008
Undone by my own jackassery
Taco: Now I'm giggling at the ongoing gag of the heroine's impotent petulance. I'm totally using that bit in one of the things I make up but don't write one day.
Coyote: Dude, you need to, if you haven't already, start a doc for all your ideas and notes so that when you open googledocs it's always right there, staring at you. Stop having awesome ideas and not doing stuff with them! I command it! Write more, damn it!!
Taco: Dude, you rock. I forgot that I had one of those, so I went off to add that nugget to it and found this one, which I'd forgotten: [removed because of that fucker who keeps stealing my half-finished stuff]
Coyote: Clearly I'm not doing enough begging on the make Taco write more battle front. I'll have to increase my efforts.
Taco: Taco is full of what we in scientific circles call "The Suck."
Coyote: The findings of the council are quite different. You wouldn't want to anger the council would you? They control all the mansex. And cheese. Truly they are powerful and wise.
Taco: *hypothesizes that Taco is full of The Suck*
Taco: *develops an experiment to test this hypothesis*
Taco: *performs said experiment*
Taco: *records findings*
Taco: *checks findings against his hypothesis*
Taco: *finds that, indeed, Taco is Sucktastic*
Taco: Yay for science!
Coyote: I can't help but notice that your findings and the details by which you came to those findings have not been put up for peer review. Also yay for science!
Taco: If I had any peers, I would put it up for their review ^_^
Coyote: Thank you for making my point for me. BOOYA!
Taco: Curse you, Richards!
Coyote: Dude, you need to, if you haven't already, start a doc for all your ideas and notes so that when you open googledocs it's always right there, staring at you. Stop having awesome ideas and not doing stuff with them! I command it! Write more, damn it!!
Taco: Dude, you rock. I forgot that I had one of those, so I went off to add that nugget to it and found this one, which I'd forgotten: [removed because of that fucker who keeps stealing my half-finished stuff]
Coyote: Clearly I'm not doing enough begging on the make Taco write more battle front. I'll have to increase my efforts.
Taco: Taco is full of what we in scientific circles call "The Suck."
Coyote: The findings of the council are quite different. You wouldn't want to anger the council would you? They control all the mansex. And cheese. Truly they are powerful and wise.
Taco: *hypothesizes that Taco is full of The Suck*
Taco: *develops an experiment to test this hypothesis*
Taco: *performs said experiment*
Taco: *records findings*
Taco: *checks findings against his hypothesis*
Taco: *finds that, indeed, Taco is Sucktastic*
Taco: Yay for science!
Coyote: I can't help but notice that your findings and the details by which you came to those findings have not been put up for peer review. Also yay for science!
Taco: If I had any peers, I would put it up for their review ^_^
Coyote: Thank you for making my point for me. BOOYA!
Taco: Curse you, Richards!
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