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Tuesday, April 26, 2005
Younger brother underfoot
Well, it's not quite 9 AM and my youngest brother is already on my nerves.
(For background, my 19-year-old brother lives with me. I have two other younger brothers, but they don't live here. Thank God.)
He has the sniffles, so he's decided to call in to work. Which means he'll be home all day, and therefore in my way. He's not really very ill at all, but he doesn't seem to be able to distinguish "a little sick, but okay to go to work" and "bleeding out the eyes."
We had agreed to swap rooms so that I could have the basement for my office, and he could take the upstairs bedroom that I have my office in. I had planned to move my stuff downstairs today, or a least enough to write downstairs all afternoon. Now, he'll be laying around like a sloth in the basement all day, which pushes my moving plans back to this weekend, since I have much to do on Wednesday, and I have to finish up at my soon-to-be former employer on Thursday and Friday.
Anyone want a 19-year-old houseguest?
(For background, my 19-year-old brother lives with me. I have two other younger brothers, but they don't live here. Thank God.)
He has the sniffles, so he's decided to call in to work. Which means he'll be home all day, and therefore in my way. He's not really very ill at all, but he doesn't seem to be able to distinguish "a little sick, but okay to go to work" and "bleeding out the eyes."
We had agreed to swap rooms so that I could have the basement for my office, and he could take the upstairs bedroom that I have my office in. I had planned to move my stuff downstairs today, or a least enough to write downstairs all afternoon. Now, he'll be laying around like a sloth in the basement all day, which pushes my moving plans back to this weekend, since I have much to do on Wednesday, and I have to finish up at my soon-to-be former employer on Thursday and Friday.
Anyone want a 19-year-old houseguest?
Monday, April 25, 2005
Weltschmertz
I woke up today about an hour earlier than I wanted to. My alarm wasn't set, but I could hear my little brother banging around in the bathroom (which is inconveniently nestled between the two upstairs bedrooms) and once I'm up, I'm up.
On a scale of 1 to 10, my motivation today is about... 0. I just want to crawl into bed, read a book or sleep, and ignore the world until it goes away or learns to behave itself a bit better. The news is chock full of unpleasantness, as usual. The right-wing assholes are up to their usual hijinks. People all over the world are killing one another because of religious bullshit, and so on and so forth.
What I don't understand, and what I've never been able to grasp, is why people continually do the wrong thing when they could so easily do the right thing. Instead of people who want nothing more than to amass wealth and power, why aren't there more people who want to help people and be nice to their fellow man? I'm not saying that every person should be Mother Teresa, but would it be so hard for them to be decent?
Despite my lack of motivation, there is much to do today. Need to relocate my home office from the upstairs bedroom to the basement. I'm hoping this will be of benefit in two ways -- one, during the summer, the upstairs rooms get unpleasantly hot without benefit of air conditioning. I hope to avoid running the AC unless absolutely necessary, and the basement stays much cooler than the living room or upstairs.
Two, I need to be able to spread out a bit more, have a little additional room for all the computers and so forth. I am hoping that having a little more room will let me be more organized, and therefore more productive.
I'm going to go back to work now, and try to get some work done so I can blow off by 5 PM and do something -- anything -- fun.
On a scale of 1 to 10, my motivation today is about... 0. I just want to crawl into bed, read a book or sleep, and ignore the world until it goes away or learns to behave itself a bit better. The news is chock full of unpleasantness, as usual. The right-wing assholes are up to their usual hijinks. People all over the world are killing one another because of religious bullshit, and so on and so forth.
What I don't understand, and what I've never been able to grasp, is why people continually do the wrong thing when they could so easily do the right thing. Instead of people who want nothing more than to amass wealth and power, why aren't there more people who want to help people and be nice to their fellow man? I'm not saying that every person should be Mother Teresa, but would it be so hard for them to be decent?
Despite my lack of motivation, there is much to do today. Need to relocate my home office from the upstairs bedroom to the basement. I'm hoping this will be of benefit in two ways -- one, during the summer, the upstairs rooms get unpleasantly hot without benefit of air conditioning. I hope to avoid running the AC unless absolutely necessary, and the basement stays much cooler than the living room or upstairs.
Two, I need to be able to spread out a bit more, have a little additional room for all the computers and so forth. I am hoping that having a little more room will let me be more organized, and therefore more productive.
I'm going to go back to work now, and try to get some work done so I can blow off by 5 PM and do something -- anything -- fun.
Saturday, April 23, 2005
On dating
Yeah. So I'm trying to start dating again. This, everyone tells me, is good. Too young to give up, etc.
Frankly, I'm not looking forward to it. I hate dating. I like being in (good) relationships, but I hate the whole "getting to know you" chit-chat, where you're on your best behavior, they're on their best behavior and everyone's trying to be liked or decide if they like you or whatever. The point is that my dating skills are rather meager, and I'm tired of the whole meaningless ritual. Who needs it? (Apparently, I do.)
I'd like it to be simple. Like some romantic comedy where boy meets girl and it's blatantly obvious that they're meant to be together and they're immediately in love and yadda yadda yadda, and skip the whole middle part of the movie where something stupid has to happen to cause a misunderstanding that drives the plot until the third act where they realize there's been a huge misunderstanding and they get back together.
It won't be easy, I'm sure, if it ever happens at all. Nothing really good is easy.
Frankly, I'm not looking forward to it. I hate dating. I like being in (good) relationships, but I hate the whole "getting to know you" chit-chat, where you're on your best behavior, they're on their best behavior and everyone's trying to be liked or decide if they like you or whatever. The point is that my dating skills are rather meager, and I'm tired of the whole meaningless ritual. Who needs it? (Apparently, I do.)
I'd like it to be simple. Like some romantic comedy where boy meets girl and it's blatantly obvious that they're meant to be together and they're immediately in love and yadda yadda yadda, and skip the whole middle part of the movie where something stupid has to happen to cause a misunderstanding that drives the plot until the third act where they realize there's been a huge misunderstanding and they get back together.
It won't be easy, I'm sure, if it ever happens at all. Nothing really good is easy.
Wednesday, April 20, 2005
In a state of flux
Getting settled into the new blog. As you might have guessed this is a nom de plume chosen to allow me to blog in relative anonymity. Having tried the "blogging in public" thing, I've decided that I'd like to have a bit of privacy and still be able to share my weblog with friends. More to come.
