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This is a post of many miscellaneous things, and is bound to be pretty long, so I will hide it behind a cut. It's basically catching up on what has happened with me in the past month.

I am pretty much settling into my job well at UT. Things are still pretty well insane around there, but at least now I know what I am doing--and that has made a world of difference. It is amazing once you settle into an office position that deals with millions of tiny details how folks around you are totally astounded by what you do. It is all a case of establishing a system of organization that works--and with all due respect to the three or four people in the last year-and-a-half who held this position, none of their systems really worked. So, like in several gone-to-seed offices I have joined in the past, it has taken me a few months to take the job, organize it, and make it mine. I know, I know; don't break your arm patting yourself in the back. But organization--and maintenance of said organization--is a skill for which I do have a knack. It is a position, as one of the clinical faculty members once described it, "designed to drive one insane." Guess I have a handle on it now 'cause I was already there! o(:o)

Over the past few months, I have gotten the first three seasons of Home Movies on DVD. Since I don't have cable here--and for the most part, I really don't miss it--I haven't been able to catch up on any of the later episodes--but I am being told Adult Swim doesn't really even carry it anymore, unless it is on at some godawful time like at 1:30 on Monday mornings or something.

Anyway, I had almost forgotten the sheer brilliance of Brendon Small and company on this show. It is so quirky; characters step on one another's lines; dialogue, scenes and out-and-out screams are cut off in mid-breath, it's a half-hour non-sequitir most of the time. I figure it this way: Home Movies are what John Irving would write if he wrote for animation. It shares his quirkiness and irreverence, and goes crazy filling out a narrative line. One example: There is an episode in Season Three that lampoons both Memento and Bagger Vance. It has to be seen to be believed. Two words: Bagger McGuirk. There is nothing I don't love about this show, and no episode I don't enjoy thoroughly. It's time to pay the price! Heh.

I have started working out with weights again. It has only been a week or so, but I can feel myself firming up a little. Size really isn't my goal; if it happens, great, if not, meh. But I do want to be in better general physical shape. I am not going to post my measurements or anything like that every two weeks; I will leave that to the younger and more serious lifters.

I have discovered one very positive effect of the lifting, though: My bouts of depression have diminished very significantly, down to the point where they are much more manageable. This thrills me to no end, since I had a few a while back that just plain weren't very easy to recover from. I have heard that exercise helps your body release happy juices of some kind which curtail depression; maybe that's true. Or maybe since I am spending more time working out--and less time online--I am just not exposing myself to some of the elements that have brought me down in the past. Whatever the case may be, it's working; I hope it will continue to do so. I haven't felt this clear-headed or on this even a keel in quite some time.

Lessee...been doing quite a bit of hanging out with drleo, pacerfox and ipequey. (Those aren't the only folks, mind you; just the ones with whom I have been spending the majority of my going-out-and-doing-stuff time.) They've been good friends, and have exhibited infinite patience by putting up with me; I know I can be difficult at times, but hopefully those rollercoaster psychological swings of mine are at an end. So, thanks, guys.

As of today, it's official; I will be returning to Columbus, Ohio for the Christmas holiday. (That's right, politically correct watchdogs; I call it Christmas. As in Jesus Christ. And none of my Pagan, Wiccan, Jewish or African-American friends throw a fit when I do so. So lighten the fuck up!)


The tickets were a little more than I would have liked to have paid, but with my trip just over a month away, I wanted to get them booked before I had a) no chance to travel on the dates I wanted to or b) would have had to pay about $900 for them. I am very lucky that UT gives me the entire week between Christmas and New Year's off; I can just tack a few days of vacation onto that to make it a nice, long getaway. It will be nice to see folks back in Ohio again, and it'll give drleo some well-deserved alone time. Now the only concern I have is....

...the weather. If I had been told when I moved last March that this Texas summer would be over 90 degrees every day from early May to mid-November, I may very well have turned the U-Haul truck right back around. I was prepared for a hot summer, but my god! It just got hot and then hotter and stayed hot and then hotter for seven freaking months. I don't feel too much like a Yankee pussy, though; I had native Texans tell me this has been one bitch of a summer.

That being said, I have this nagging suspicion that traveling from Austin to Columbus is going to be like going from Rio de Janiero to the Arctic Ice Cap. I am planning to wear at least 43 layers of clothing, if need be. I am warned that Texas summers thin the blood, and I am bracing for it. When I visited Austin a few years ago (when I was living in Columbus), I remember laughing at the natives for wearing heavy winter coats when it was 60 degrees out.

I am not laughing now. I have no idea how my body will deal with 20-below wind chills and shit. So I'm bracing myself.

Okayyyyyy...I think that more or less catches me up. Later, folks.

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Congrats on doing so well at your job!

As of today, it's official; I will be returning to Columbus, Ohio for the Christmas holiday. (That's right, politically correct watchdogs; I call it Christmas. As in Jesus Christ. And none of my Pagan, Wiccan, Jewish or African-American friends throw a fit when I do so. So lighten the fuck up!)


(throws a neodiscordian minifit, just to be difficult about it. :))

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