Before you go any further in reading this post, please watch this video. It’s a clip from South Park, where Randy Marsh has an unfortunate experience as a Wheel of Fortune contestant, much to the chagrin and outrage of the world at large.
Watched it? Got the joke? Good. Now let’s move on.
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He doesn’t write an entry for months and then writes two in two days? What the hell is THAT about?
One of the tougher truths of adult life that I’ve had much difficulty fully grasping over the years is that the universe isn’t designed to make us happy. It just isn’t. In childhood, it seems like happiness just shows up, like food and water and air. And for kids – for whom everything is brand new, and usually have parents delivering said happiness on a platter – that’s how it works. But grownups don’t get that luxury, and that sucks. We have to work for it and make our own.
Luckily, there are plenty of tools and building materials around for the job, for those willing to take it on. For me, a big part of it is just having a fun project or two to work on, something goofy and creative that has nothing to do with Adult Work. It keeps me chipper when the grind of Adulting is proving a bit much to deal with.
If you want to see one of my current fun projects, I’ve also lately been writing a fan blog about the Fallout video game series, focusing in particular on my own adventures playing the Fallout Shelter mobile game. Kristi will probably cringe a bit to see the mention here, but hey. You get your fun where you find it.
The other thing that’s been helping me stay level this week has been listening to early 20th century popular music on Pandora. I defy you to stay in a bad mood while listening to the Andrews Sisters, early Sinatra, Bing Crosby and Benny Goodman. You just can’t.
Okay, so you know that old brain teaser we learned in school, about taking the chicken, fox and bag of grain across the river? That’s pretty much all day, every day, with Hashtag-Our-Eden.
Recent true tales from the continuing adventures of the Royal Peanut, aka Harley of the Quinns.
A few Sunday mornings back, Kristi and I are sitting at our desks drinking coffee and reading dumb things on the Web, as one does on a weekend morning. Dog is outside in the back yard. It’s early. We’re both undercaffeinated. Suddenly the Internet goes completely out.
When I was just out of college, I took a job at a small church in a small town just north of where I went to school. I was 22 and working 20 hours a week for about $600 a month. I was the only person working during the week and for the first time in my life, I was living alone. My house was a shabby time capsule stuck in 1974 that I was unable to fix up or even live in completely. But it was free and I could have a dog.
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