On the Mend

Here's hoping that this is the start of a long stretch of being healthy. I really hate being sick and I think the sore throat and Disney rodent voice is a result of too much air conditioning yesterday. I just could not be in the house for logistics reasons. Plus the environment isn't really convalescent friendly. Oh and I didn't want to be in the house with someone who dreamt I died. It's one thing if I dream that... I can't get away from me. But 'tis another all together when someone else does... especially the #1 beneficiary.

And I am hoping for a new era of brain work. I have so much to write. And a bit more demand for it than I thought. Apparently my friend miss those long handwritten letters they used to get. So why aren't they following the blog? Essentially that is what this is... a series of long letters. Its all the same content that I used to cram into a 142 pages (record) with an average letter length of 58 pages college rule. Maybe it isn't personal enough. I used to write about 3 letters a week, had 6 people in a rotation. But I gotta tell you, while it is fun to customize the weekly reports of the goings on in our little core group of friends for individuals it is draining. and I always heard "Why did you tell Jon about ____________ and not me?" Honestly... there was a lot of stuff that I didn't think Mike would think was interesting, especially if it didn't involve superheroes and gaming. But I guess he was more into sunset worship services at the Marquette Black Rocks than I thought. For things like that there is Facebook, for everything else there is the blog.

But still that isn't exactly good enough. I have some demand for my fiction which I am not feeling compelled to write because all my nerves are still a bit raw. Every few days someone rubs salt in them by exposing a fresh betrayal. I hate working with a bunch of girls. Have I said that enough? My job would be great if there were some personality screening and someone used legal stereotypes.I might not make the cut. But the people who cause the most trouble wouldn't be there either. [redacted after editing]. Oddly the older I am getting the wider and more divers the pool of my social circle's. So some of the people who want to read my work wouldn't really be blog readers and some of them well never join the Evil Empire that is Facebook.

Oddly, this new editing window for Blogger has rearranged the order of buttons, decided not to update the spell check menu with words like Twitter, Facebook and OMG. WTF?! Oooh Oooh Oooh Mr Kotter! I have a strike through font! Do you know how many kinds of crazy envy I have had regarding the Wheaton's strike-through font? Is font envy a disease or a compliment? Well, there's a pretty patch of yellow on my screen. Techno stuff is like shiny things to a kleptomaniac. Oh look. It knows how to spell kleptomaniac but not klepto.

Back on task: I think I also solved a software problem that will let me make stuff I got excited about on CafePress. So I can sell some artwork and maybe generate some cash for Germany. It looks like I can swing the trip for less than a 1000.00. My cousin is going to buy me the ticket. I just need the passport, concert ticket, concert swag, dinner out x10, extra memory card for the camera or money for a camera if they are cheaper over there and some handmade t-shirts MW style. And I am there.

There is just a lot to do and I don't feel like there is a lot of time to do it in. That is an odd thing to say. But yeah, I guess brother's dream was a little unsettling. I didn't tell his wife the reason that I was a bit freaked was because I dreamt the same thing that night.

And then there is the matter of resumming the use of future posting functions. I realize I've kinda been spamming you guys with burst of posts after dry spells. So I am going to space them out a bit more. Blogger had issues a while back and I quit using the function. But it sems to be working now. I have one scheduled for around 3 pm today. We'll see if it posts.