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The colossal effort to move myself to the new house wears (sp) on. It is incredibly bothersome how the amount of stuff I own seems to be more then the time I have to pack it. It feels like I have spent all of this month either packing, cleaning, or moving my belongings to the new house. I feel like I’m in a prison somewhere moving dirt from one pile to another one day just to move it back the other. I feel like that Greek fellow pushing his rock up a mountain. There is an end in sight though. My room with the exception of my computer, its cabling, and my bed have now all been packed. Come Saturday I will be ready for the last final push.

Then of course comes the unpacking. I shudder at the thought.

Derek, Neal, and Maecella – Thank you so much for your help on Sunday. I don’t think we would have survived the move without you.

I found some old photos hidden away in a box on a top shelf tonight. They were of my grandfather and I. It was my fifth birthday, and he was sitting with me at the table. You can see the love he had for me in his eyes. I’d never noticed it before. Maybe it’s the stress of the move, the money problems leading into Dragon Con at the end of the month, the fact that I have to go to my mothers place to house sit for her tomorrow robbing me of time to get the last little things done. But I looked at the photos and found my eyes would not stop tearing up. I miss my grandfather something fierce, he was the only male in my early life I respected. He was my father figure and much of my mannerisms stem from him as well as my name. I can’t remember the last time I wept.

Navi – I’ll try to call sometime on Thursday, what would be a good time to call?

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It has been a very long day, with nothing but a longer day tomorrow to look forward to. As some of you my phantom readers will know my household and I are moving. After wasting time slacking on a promise made to ourselves we are finally moving north of the river into New Westminster, and into a house all our own. No more children racing around on the ceiling. No more sharing the back yard with people we do not know. No more worries about keeping the music down or late night TV addiction fixes.

But this means that all day tomorrow I will have to pack my life away into little boxes and hope that there will be enough packing tape to hold it all in. My much beloved library will be cased in cardboard, the five bookshelves dismantled for transport. The tower of Comic book boxes will be pulled down and my various papers secured away. Its strange I own the most belongings of the three of us and the bulk of it deals with literature. Well maybe not odd, but weird in that on observation once it’s all gone, I have very little in the way of possessions.

Elsewhere I have written that words are the only things I love without strings or hesitation. Tomorrow I will have to, temporarily thank God, deny myself that love. Well almost. There will be two boxes that wont be sealed instead they will be traveling with me to my mothers house on Wednesday to live with me while I house sit her place.

stress (Yes I meant to spell it with a small ‘s’ ) has been my constant companion this last month. I have a move to deal with, Dragon Con to prepare and somehow properly pay for, house sitting, and work. I have a deficit of time and a dwindling wallet. Still there will be better days in the future I am sure. I’ve just not figured out how yet.

Dragon Con will be a blast. Bowling on Thursday proved that for me. Navi was a ball of exuberant energy, and Ryan’s deadpan humour poses some interesting possibilities. Toss Tim and Rick in on it and the place will be ours to rule.

I’m actually excited. But shush don’t tell anyone, I have reputation for stoicism to maintain.

Posted by Silenzio at 2:00 AM | Permalink

Wow am I really tired.

It’s odd I get lots of sleep, but never seem to feel rested. Weird. This may read rambly and generally suck for grammar. Anyway, I just wanted to drop a line and say hello. I hope that everyone had a delightful time at the Leo party. If not I can assure you that I had a worse time. Trust me on this no matter how fucked up self-loathing, pissed off, angst ridden, the entire world hates you, depressing time you think you had at the party. I still win. I win so much, I’m actively trying to edit that entire weekend from my memory.
Any who… as I mentioned a few days back I’m not feeling very creative right now. Its not like I busy doing other things I rather bored in fact, and that boredom is translating into my efforts to write.

I’ll try bashing something out latter. I have rewritten and expanded the first chapter I wrote of that short story I posted a while ago. No need to read it as I’ve not changed the upload and I only told you because I’m actually talking to myself to force an effort out of me to write more.

I’m also sure that somewhere I picked up a weird bit of spy ware that highlights and links words on pages I open to ads. Its odd to read a blog entery written by me that has links all over it that I know I didn’t put there.

Either way.
Tell me something interesting I don’t know.

Or better yet tell me what your favourite type of soup is. (Hi Indi, Randy.)

Posted by Silenzio at 2:34 AM | Permalink

Walter was setting up the slide projector while Martha his devoted wife herded the extended family and friends into the living room.

"Oh won't this be wonderful. I'm sure we'll all enjoy seeing Walty's latest photo essay on his trip to the Calgary Dentists Association's Convention." The children typically were less capable of keeping their groans quieter then the adults. You came to the Schmits' residence for Martha's divine cooking, few could decline, each morsel was a gift from God. The price was an hour or more of Walter's soul draining slide shows. The room went dark, muttering was heard as people began to pray for a short showing. The first slide slotted into place.

"Oh my." Martha's shock quickly became anger as snickering was to be heard.

Walter fumbled to try and change the carousel while cursing himself. This was supposed to be locked safely away in the attic. "Sorry wrong slides." But that didn't change a thing.

"Oh no Walty dear, don't change a thing. I'm sure the family would love to see all about this."

And with that Walter Schmits world died.

Posted by Silenzio at 2:25 AM | Permalink

Hello all,

First off yes I remember that this blog is still here and yes I know I’m suppose to post stuff in it, but I’ve not been feeling very creative of late, and well damn it, I’m feeling stressed.

Second a big Happy Birthday to those celebrating their existences at the Leo Party. My apologies for not being there to do it in person, but my mother cannot be deigned. She is the only person I bow to unquestioned. She has ordered my presences at my aunts Birthday in Penticton so off I go.

Sadly my CD burner is crapping out on me so I can’t even make some tune disks to enjoy on the way up. I may just go to sleep, shut my brain off and zombie walk my way through the weekend.

I’d rather be on the balcony at the party. Either way enjoy yourselves everyone. Take lots of photos.

This will be my last angst post, when I come back it will be sweetness and creativity I assure you. I can hear you snickering Jhayne.

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Ohh, You can time travel in Movable Type. I’m sure you can do it in LJ and other blogger programs but damn if it doesn’t strike me as funny to do at 3 am on a sleep deprived week.

To do list:

1/ Set up LJ, just for the hell of it. (Don’t expect to find me posting there ever.)
2/ Need to up load re-write of first chapter of short story.
3/ Finish writing second part.
4/ Ask Helene and Carl for next chapters of MG.
5/ Ignore Derek’s efforts to write (Hee, hee)
6/ Pack like a Mo Fo for the move at the end of the month.
7/ Return Robert’s Comics to him and get next assignment.
8/ Remember to post the comic book pages I said I would.

9/ When the hell am I going to Dragon Con?

10/ Ask everyone if there is anything I’ve missed?

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