Pilgrimidges and Pathos

I have been to Graceland, and returned. I went, so the saying goes, because of a song. The song in this case being "Graceland" because I like Paul Simon. So when I had two days of...symbolic difficulty, St. Valentine's Day and the Anniversary, it seemed appropriate to do something about it. Especially since my moribund St. Valentine's day ritual was about as mentally healthy as watching paint dry.

So I went to Graceland in Memphis TN. I learned many things. I listened to Outliers along the way. I gained a new perspective on things. This perspective is not perfect. There is still a lot about my situation that absolutely sucks, but it gives me a ladder by which I might remove myself from the pathetic and into the obscure.

I also learned that I liked Elvis. I learned my Destiny. Such as it is. You have to understand Destiny in the first place before you know when you find it and the means to achieve it. But it has also rerenewed my motive to write. I have also found my Tunnel (Monte Cristo reference.)

I may not ever get what I want, but that does not mean that the road less traveled does not have its own reward. Any more cliches I can throw in there?

At any rate. I also learned that letting a well meaning but psychotically deceptive emotionally manipulative person who I met for one day having any meaningful influence on my life probably really was a bad idea. So among other things, I am reembracing my inner geek, even if I am still mostly retired from Gaming. I like cons...a lot. I also discovered this last weekend and the weekend before that that I like small ones as well as large ones. I also like Steam Punk....but I still feel the whole movement is ...missing something. I just don't know what that is.

I have accumulated another medical condition. Exactly what it might mean will be determined Tuesday, so positive thoughts are appreciated.

T7 is moving along slowly but steadily. Sentinel is becoming more my project as well as Jay's so we'll see what happens there. I came back down from the mountain with all kinds of ideas. A week back in the real world (plus a potential meeting with the forces of darkness...or at least opposite forces) might have reduced my enthusiasm somewhat but not entirely.

More to come.

All's Quiet on the Western Front

Well I have my own place now. Its quiet. Very quiet. I might have to get a pet just to keep my sanity, though to be honest while there is plenty of room for just me, I don't know if there is enough room for a pet. I might wait the year out and get a house instead. At least rent one. I'm still not convinced ownership is something I'd really enjoy.

Still, all things told I'm more or less adjusting well to single life. When I'm watching a video, reading or writing then the silence is a bit less. There's also a rather nice Irish pub nearby called Pub 71 which I might start going to more often. Tuesday night is Trivia night, and if there is one thing I'm full of its trivia.

Birthday and move went well. Skip and Jay not only helped me move once but twice (storage stuff the second time.) A lot of boxes still unpacked but I'm kind of settling into the new place a bit at a time. I don't like moving even if I'm going to likely do it again in a year though I think this time I might hire movers. Jay and Skip were helpful but if I go out of town (a possibility) a pick up truck wouldn't quite do it. Who knows.

Ahead in my job comes peril or great opportunity. Interesting times as it were. Reorg happening to a more agile environment, which could mean a promotion and/or minor leadership position which would be great for my career, or an org change where my current position isn't needed. Of course, i've built the reserves and have the resume ready in case that happens, but I'd still rather it didn't, at least for another year. Steve is a good boss and I've enjoyed working with him.

We'll see what happens.