I posted to livejournal! lol And I said titty.

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Current Mood: optimistic

Sometimes I feel like I'm living in a situation comedy. Heartwood and I just today purchased cheap matching Swedish-made mini couches for our bedrooms.

I've always wanted a room couch since my futon-sleeping days ended with the donation of an actual mattress. But the clinching justification for the purchase was it's dual purpose nature. Not only is it great for sitting but it "unfolds" into a mattress. Extra crash space is always a plus ;)

Ok, so it's not the most comfortable sleeper sofa in the world, or the biggest (It holds 2-3 medium to small people), but it's still a perfect combination for my second splurge.

http://www.amazon.com/Peerless-Articulating-Wall-inch-Screens/dp/B000A2AGYS/

Which will allow me to swivel my 32" TV from facing my bed to facing the mini-couch. Yay! Mini personal home theater! ^_^

Current Mood: amused

Just testing something out. Don't mind me.

Ahhh, how the mighty have fallen. This puppy is in dire financial straits, my friends. And though I've been able to keep my indebtedness to others to a minimum, I am still quite jobless, penniless, and with little prospect. There just doesn't seem to be much call for a degree-less, certification-less, self-taught web developer here in Orlando. Which is perfectly understandable considering I can name off more people I know than I have fingers who are better qualified and can do the same sort of stuff right here in the general area.

But somehow I'm not worried. I never feel worry in these sorts of situations; Or defeat, or dread. It's always been my belief that these things have a way of working themselves out given time. Obviously it also takes effort, but I never pre-consider that effort's possible failure. Dwelling on what might go wrong or has gone wrong takes up valuable mental energy better spent figuring out what to do in those eventualities.

In short, I'll come out of this no worse for ware. I just may need to grab a McJob until something opens up. In the meantime, my pauper's diet is doing wonders for my weight. I really only eat one meal a day. I just split it up over the course of the day. Of course I spent and ate way more than I should have over this past weekend with so many folks from out of town to go to breakfast with. Con atmospheres always make me crave breakfast for some reason.

By the way, a huge thank you to everyone who was able to make our pre-party on Friday. It was awesome getting to see a lot of folks I haven't in a while, and some new folks I didn't know in the first place. And Saturday's party was rockin' too. Special thanks to the organizers of that as well.

Stay cool.

Current Mood: hopeful
Current Music: Poor Leno - Royksopp

So yeah, I guess I should comment on the events of the other night, now that it's relatively common knowledge for anyone who reads my roomie's journal. As you may or may not know, Heartwood and I sojourned off into the be-nighted ghetto to rescue our inebriated friend from a fate worse than death; Prison ass rape.

He'd gotten lost somewhere along West Colonial in this wonderfully quaint neighborhood nestled between an after-school community center and a prison. Somehow he'd ended up sideways in a steep ditch. The cops inevitably showed up, they obviously felt bad for his sorry drunken ass, and let him off the hook.

There was also this little matter involving pot that the cops were nice enough to overlook. Sure, they made him dump it, but considering the draconian laws they were supposed to be enforcing, I give them kudos and thumbs up. You rock semi-liberal cops. And regardless of whether you felt sympathy for the plight of the incriminated smoker, or you just didn't feel like filling out all that bureaucratic paperwork nonsense, thank you.

The fact of the matter is that our friend here is an alcoholic, plain and simple. Morning to night he drinks. And I don't blame him for being an ass while he was drunk in this particular situation, I blame him for getting that drunk and eventually into that situation as he did. It's just my personal opinion. And I know my roomie feels slighted because of the things our friend said while drunk, but I hope he realizes it was all because he was drunk.

When you get that drunk, when you have no semblance of who you really are, where you are, and you act completely out of character, it's time to stop. I think our friend finally understood this that night. Or rather, he did by the next morning.

Speaking of detoxing, I think that's exactly what I'll be up to for the next few weeks. My back has been twisted in knots, I'm constantly tired and listless, and I've been getting these frequent headaches. All symptoms with the same cause; the miserable quality of my sleeping habits.

I've tried everything from ambient music to Nyquil, but I always end up tossing and turning and waking frequently and oversleeping. A perpetually altered mental state is my diagnoses. There isn't a moment of the day that I'm not fucked up on something, be it THC, alcohol, or caffeine. All things which induce an altered mental state, which coincidentally is exactly what sleeping is.

So now would be the perfect time for a little experiment. I'm cutting everything for a period of three weeks. No coffees, no sodas, no joints, no shooters, no bowls, no beers, no anything. The weed and alcohol will be easy to lose, seeing as how I can no longer get the weed and I've never had much of an addiction to alcohol. But the caffeine... The caffeine will be my undoing.

Of all three drugs, caffeine is the only one with which I have an obvious physical dependency. I've gone caffeine-free before... The withdraw process can be agonizing. I can expect my sleepless nights, listless days, and aches to worsen, predicated by a burning subconscious desire for the brown liquid.

Wish me luck!

Current Mood: tired

As a person who believes that all we really leave behind once we die is a rotting corpse and a legacy of environmental and cultural impacts, this documentary really got to me. I think most people will also find it pretty darn interesting. It puts into visual perspective the sheer amount of crap the average person uses, produces, and interacts with throughout their entire lifetime.

The Human Footprint

Yes, it's British. The good documentaries always are.

Lately my legacy of impacts has been favoring the environmental and not nearly enough of the cultural. I need to create more stuff that benefits my fellow human beings. Whether it be art, book, or invention, I feel the need, as most people do, to propagate not just my genes but my ideas and ideology (Meme, anyone?) This is especially important to me since I probably won't be propagating my genes being, y'know, gay and all.

I find that people as a rule are generally selfish, individualistic creatures. Even our most altruistic actions have a seed of intemperance. If you've ever sought that warm fuzzy feeling (Mmmm, endorphins.) of helping another, you're guilty of this secret self-indulgence. The most altruistic action we can take, I think, is that which we will not see the true benefit of in our lifetimes. Working toward our legacies.

I hope to leave a generally favorable legacy, and if I plan on doing so I'd better get started strait away. To this end, I've got to start making some real changes in the way I live my life. To increase my cultural impact and decrease my environmental impact. To take less and leave more for future generations.

Decreasing my environmental impact is thankfully relatively easy with the help of conservation. Simple conservation probably won't help as much as I'd like, but y'know, we all can't live in plastic bubbles. But increasing my cultural impact, especially for someone as lazy and reserved and quiet as I am, will be a monumental task. Obviously I'm not going to start by getting on the five o'clock news tonight, or creating the next big internet meme. I have to start small, with simple force of personality.

Any business executive can tell you, having a strong force of personality will help tremendously in getting exactly what you want in life. And people with strong force of personality tend to leave larger cultural footprints in their wake, as compared to the quiet, reserved types. So in an effort to grow my own force of personality, I'm making a conscious effort to interact with more people on a daily basis. I think I'm already generally likeble. I'm open-minded, I avoid unnecessary confrontation, and when I want to I can strike a pretty decent conversation. The problem lies in overcoming my shy tendencies to accomplish this goal.

Just figured I'd share this with all of you. It's important, I think, to step back and examine how what we do impacts the world and what our legacies for the future might be at least a few times in our lives, because only we can change it.

Existential crisis averted.

Current Mood: thoughtful
Current Music: Ghey Eurodance Music

Well so much for that plan. I woke up far too late this morning. Not late for work, but definitely too late to consider running. I think I slept through my alarm, and the fact that I was drinking the night before didn't help. So from now on, weekdays, no going to bed sloshed.

Regardless! I still accomplished plenty today. I went for a sub for lunch and after work I had my car detailed. $42.39 when all was said and done.


Sub Sandwich:
$6.39

Car Wash & Detail:
$21.00

Cost to bribe the attendant into cleaning that gunk out of the bottom of the cup holders:
$15.00

Pina Colada Scent:
... priceless ...


Well, then I did spend an extra three bucks for parking on campus. I went in to see a counselor about resuming my furthered education. Definitely changing majors. Haaaaaaate computers now. I'm thinking either Marketing, Advertising, or Psychology. I could go either the high and poor route of Psychology, or the low and possibly money-printing businesses of Marketing and Advertising. Either way, all three jobs use pretty much the same skill set. We'll see. I apparently still have to be re-accepted before I'm allowed to change anything.

Oh, hey, I may be getting a fursuit of all things! I'm actually kind of stunned, really. I don't even know if I should talk about it, because I feel like the offer could be revoked at any minute. He was drunk when he agreed to build the suit for nothing but the cost of materials and some non-sexual favors. I just jokingly made an offer fully expecting him to laugh at it, but he said yeah. And this guy does some seriously kickass fursuit building work! He showed me the -first- head he did and I was blown away. Now I need a concept... I have no idea though. The closest thing to a drawing of any kind of character I've associated myself with is the LJ icon Preyfar did for me. So I'm not even sure I'd get a suit of MY character. There are better characters to be represented in the form of a fursuit, anyhow... I must think on this.

At least I have the free time at home all alone to do some concept sketching... *sigh*

Current Mood: cheerful
Current Music: Sadi Thom - I Wish I Was A Punk Rocker

Hi folks! You know I don't like to drop the f-bomb all too often (though I do at every opportunity), but I think this occasion warrants it. I feel FFFFFFFfucking fantastic!! No, really! And all I had to do was wake up at the literal crack of dawn instead of rolling out of bed and plopping down for work ten minutes after I was supposed to start. And I actually did work today! Instead of fixing people's problems as they came whilst farting around on this here internets, I did shit! I took initiative and got some things done I had told my boss would've taken me weeks. And I left the apartment! By myself, no less! I went for coffee in the morning, and Panera for lunch (I missed the deli sammiches I got when I worked at the office), and I went shopping after work for some things I had been neglecting to get for a long time.

( This entry ended up being way longer than I thought, so click here to read more. )

Current Mood: content
Current Music: Five For Fighting - 100 Years

So this morning I was bored at work, waiting for my paycheck to show up, when I started idly doodling on the backs of some junk faxes. Anyone who knows me well enough knows that at one time I drew pretty prolifically. I have an entire backpack's-worth of crap I drew in high school and early college (Though I'm remiss to mention it because I refuse to show a single soul). It's just furry stuff, mostly. But the point is that I up and stopped at one point three years ago because I wasn't seeing any progress in the quality of my artwork. *shrugs* I was in a slump.

Actually, I've been through cycles of rut and renaissance since before I can remember. My mother still keeps these old pads of newspaper paper that I'd sequentially marked up with little literary scenes as a toddler because I'd wanted to write books, but didn't know how to write yet. But I've noticed that every time I've found myself in one of these artistic ruts, stopped, and then started again, I seemed to shake the rut.

It's like I'll learn a particular method for say, anatomy. If it works well enough, I'll continue to use it, but my art never changes for it. It takes change over time to improve, so it's safe to say if I never changed, my art never improved. But I could force myself to change by quitting for just awhile. I'd forget just enough that I'd be forced to try something different when I started up again.

Well this has got to be my longest slump yet. Three years without putting pencil to paper for any better reason than writing a grocery list. After the second year I simply figured I'd never draw again. That I'd just lost too much of it to easily pick it back up. Which leads me back to those faxes...

Maybe I'll just leave it at that and make another post on the subject when I actually have something to show for it. But I'll say this at least. I still got it, baby.

Current Location: Work
Current Mood: artistic

Do I only make posts at work? Jeez, I do! I must be really bored at work, or have too much of an appreciation for my time off to warrant 'wasting' any of it typing up inane journal entries.

Regardless, I just wanted to say thank you to Lace and Herbie and all of the other folks I hung out with at the party Friday night. Was it Friday? I was kind of in a haze that night ;)

Didn't do much else over the weekend. I spent Easter at home with Mallymoot. I was considering paying my mom a visit in Tampa, but after calling her I figured I'd just go over another day. She wasn't doing anything, and she's right in the middle of remodeling her kitchen, so things are a bit hectic.

It'll be weird eventually going home to find the kitchen of my childhood completely different though.

Ah, an old friend of Heartwood and I's came over last night. We hadn't seen Bobby in forever, but it was nice catching up with him. He's a huge non-furry flamer (Though he collects all things My Little Pony) artist we'd met at UCF. You just can't help but act a little more queer around him. It's infectious! Damn Gay Agenda at work XD

Anyhow, back to work. I'll get to my opinion entry eventually.

Current Mood: cheerful
Current Music: Red Hot Chili Peppers - Stadium Arcadium