See, it's because I are a g-knee-us

Heh, Day... lessee, carry the three... Thirty-One, of the Age of Aquarius.

And the friggin' air conditioning is on the fritz, AGAIN. Thankfully, today was a blissfully cool and low-humidity day of a somewhat chilly 85dF. It's down to a barely sub-arctic 70 or so now. But I think it's time to close the bathroom window and fire up the window unit I installed last week or so.

You, dear readers, may be wondering what's been occupying my time lo these thirty-odd days. Well, mainly, I've been hanging out at Bunnyman and Superwife's place, getting schooled by the Superkids at everything from Magic: The Gathering to the finer points of watching Skanks of Love, (Some MTV unreality show about various hos vying to be the latest ho George Michaels drills-- no, really, that's really what it's about.).

Which reminds me of that Drug-Free America commercial, where the two stoners are hanging out smoking dope in an upstairs room, and you hear the one guy's mom yell up from below: "Did you even look for a job today?"

No. No I fricking well did not. My rent is paid up through the end of Octogre, I got plenty of dough in the bank for now, and cost of living is way lower here. The various promising leads I had to check out just didn't pan out. And that's ok. I'm working without a net, for once in my life, and yeah, it's a little scary, but it's also kinda cool. And I really enjoy setting my own hours. This, this is a very, very, VERY well-earned vacation as far as I am concerned.

I will find a job. It may not be as good as the one at SU was, and if not, so what? At least I finally took action of my own instead of reacting to what life saw fit to give me.

Now, lest you think life in River City is all doom and gloom, let me tell you how a typical (school) day in the current life goes:

10AM: I condescend to get out of bed. Somedays, this results in an immediate hygeine ritual and dressing. Most days it does not. Over the course of the next hour, I go potty a few times, eat something, check e-mail, and either work on a deck or watch a DVD. I just finished watching the entire D&D Animated Series from the early 80s. That took most of a week.

Noonish: I contemplate what to do next, having finished either a DVD, or my latest deck tunings and constructions. It being noonish, I consider the possibility of lunch, and all its sordid possibilities. Perhaps I cook something, more likely I decide not to heat the place up given how hot it is out. The computer reminds me that I have internets and WoW, and so I fiddle with that for a while.

1:30PM: If I haven't already, it's time enough for hygeine and dressing. That completed, I head over to Castle Anthrax, bringing my decks. There Bunnyman and I test each other in the crucible of mortal combat in various ways.

3PM: Super-Dependable Teen arrives soon after I do on weeks when her bio-dad does not work hard to firmly cement her distaste for his presence in her life in her mind, and joins our contests of skill and strength often as not. She is a doughty warrior teen woman, and often bests me.

4:30-5PM: Bunnyman and I journey to Super-Adorable Kid's school to pick her up, and return her to Castle Anthrax. She regales us on the way home with tales of 7-year-oldness, which pleases us mightily. Often, other minor chores of shoppingstance occur on this sojourn. Upon our return, I boot up the X-Box and load my save of KOTOR1.

~6PM: Superwife returns to Castle Anthrax from her day of soul-crushing tedium, and Bunnyman attends to her.

~7:30PM: The dinner gong is struck, and we rush headlong into the kitchen to fight for scraps of whatever divinely inspired commestibles have been whipped up from the ether by that most puissant kitchen-sage, Superwife. We all, singly and in groups, again deplore her cruel and harsh refusal to bring tears of joy to the eyes of all Kentuckianans by opening a resturaunt. Truly, truly, yea verily I say unto thee, hast thou not partaken of the sublime gustatorial delights and gastronomical perfections that flow from Superwife's kitchen like proverbial manna from Heaven itself, thou cans't not possibly ken the depths of thy privance and suffering.

8PM: Belching contentedly, the inhabitants of Castle Anthrax and their guests (occasionally Colon or D-Wreck will seek to better themselves by accompanying Super-Dependable Teen or Super-Drama Teen (respectively) and join me on the oh-so-priveliged guest list) entertain themselves in various manners, often taking the form of team Magic games, sometimes other venues offer.

9PM: By now, on school nights, other guests have departed. Super-Adorable Kid is snugged, storied, and sleepified, or at least that process is begun in earnest. The dish-monster churns and gurgles contentedly in the corner, licking the crumbs and gravy-stains off the crockery lucky enough to have been annointed by Superwife's culinary delights that night. Super-Dependable Teen prepares for her own slumber, whilst Super-Drama Teen continues to manage her drama online via various chat agencies.

~9:30PM: Deadwood on DVD. Al Swearingen begins to grow on me, and his illness brings a swell of sympathy to my heart. Well, I could go on for some time about the doings in Deadwood, but I won't.

~10:30PM: I take my leave.

11PM: I log onto WoW and seek some West-coast people LFTank to raise my SU guild tank to 70 so he can properly serve with distinction.

3AM: Bedtime for this bozo. Unless I have something better to do.