Saturday, February 5, 2011

Islands in the Stream of Consciousness

It could be one of *those* blogposts.

A few things have happened since last I (really) posted.


I could get seriously philosophical here, because, as I was lining up my excuse ducks,§ I realised how telling they really are.

My first excuse duck?


I suspect I genuinely have more work than I used to, now that I'm a Paid Hack for the Corporate Machine, but I can say for a fact that my time is parcelled out very differently. I have vacation time. And sick time. And hours.

Practically, it's not that much different from when I was contract. Philosophically, I feel a much greater sense of obligation.

Plus, the stress is enormously greater, what with expense reporting and million-dollar deadlines and million-dollar deadlines and Hans and United Way campaigns and the impending Oompa Loompa Revolution and stuff.



Steve. §§

And Nathan.¶¶


I lost my camera.†††

But I now have a lot of stories.

So I'll be around.‡‡‡

FOOTNOTE (crossed): One may wonder that there's a blogpost at all. One may have strongly hinted on Twitter about one's suspiciously absent blogposts. You know who you are.

FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): One. Two. 2010.

§FOOTNOTE (swerved): You know, so you can shoot them down.

FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): It's a good, all-purpose duck, which is a real phrase about real ducks in duck shows and one of Steve's best-loved terms. More on Steve later. But in case you wanted to know, some ducks are raised for down, some for meat and a good, all-purpose duck has qualities that make it good for both. You're welcome.

#FOOTNOTE (pounded): Which differs from "work" in the face you make when you say it.

††FOOTNOTE (ddouble-ccrossed): That's the second duck, but who's counting.

‡‡FOOTNOTE (doubble-crossssed): Occasional bouts of techui, under which I shamefully ignored Twitter and occasionally email for abnormally wide swaths of time.

§§FOOTNOTE (time swirls when you're having fun): Because we've been doing lots of fun stuff, and fun stuff takes *time*.

¶¶FOOTNOTE (is that a Wii controler? EEK!): Who bribed me to Vegas with martinis and sushi, then moved to New Zealand, leaving me bereft. I was totally reft before that.

##FOOTNOTE (bomp bomp): Wii is totally kicking my ass. Not in the way you're thinking. I'm totally intimidated by it and, even though My Friends at Nintendo have sent me games and a disco light and a cool game involving yarn and felt, I still play more on the nephews' Wii than on my own. Because my Wii scares me.

†††FOOTNOTE (very, very cross): Seriously. All my Vegas photos - including the Liberace Museum, which is now closed - plus the Christmas Eve Ugly Sweater Party and an assortment of other worthy subjects. I think the car ate it. The car ate Kate's CDs; we tore the car apart looking for them, but the car just spit them out two years later when I was looking for the cell phone I'm convinced it ate.

‡‡‡FOOTNOTE (stitched together like Frankenstein's monster): I'd do more now, only I received what I see as barely-veiled threats should I not post something soon.


Jeffe Kennedy said...

"techui" = new favorite word

Sarah said...


Anonymous said...

As a mom, my threats can/do come in all levels of veiled. I'd say you were about at a VeilCon 4. . .

Marin (AntiM) said...

Feel free to use that, Jeffe - my techui is your techui.

Sarah: :)

Yes, Kim, but Nathan helped you along. Between the two of you, I feared for my life. I mean, if either of you was within a thousand miles of me.

Anonymous said...

As a mom, I am likely to turn up at any given moment. Or to have operatives wherever you are, sending coded messages back to me. You have been warned.

nathan said...

First off: I'm thrilled that you're writing on your site again. I'd given it up for dead. It showed the occasional and sporadic sign of life, but it also could have just been gas . . . you never know.

Second: I'm happy to hear that you found your camera and the Las Vegas Liberace photographs aren't lost to the world. Now that the museum is closed and all. Because the world needs Liberace documentation!

Third: you have to know that it totally does *not* make sense that you play with your nephew's Wii but are scared of your own. Right? Am I right?

And last: Here's where *you're* right. I'm thousands of miles away. My cranky mutterings are easier to ignore from such a distance. Though I do try my best.

Marin (AntiM) said...

Perhaps not dead. Perhaps comatose. Caffeine helps in the revival.

Wait til you see the many, many photos I have of the Liberace Museum. Good times...

OK, I must defend myself. When I play the nephews' Wii, it's all set up, they turn it on, they put the controller in my hand, they press "start," and they tell me (more or less) what to do.

At home, it's just me and the blinking lights.

Oh, your cranky mutterings read as dry, arch - yet gentle - prods in the right direction. Kinda like a long-distance Tony Robbins of my technoconscience.