The Return
You know, it's funny. I haven't updated this blog in over a year; haven't written anything besides one or two line emails in fact. And I didn't think anything of it. Then last night, someone asked me why, and I didn't have an answer. All I know for sure is that, like sometimes happens with old friends, I just didn't write. (Full disclosure, he was actually something like the fourth person since January to ask me about my blog, and it took that many questions for me to realize that maybe I should write again. Yes, I'm slow on the uptake.)
I'm at a point in my life--I'm turning thirty in less than two months--where I'm taking serious stock in my life, and frankly, I'm not always happy with the results. Yes, the good lord has seen fit to bless me with wonderful friends and family, and I thank Him daily, and I realize that in the grand scheme of things I could be a lot worse off.
But somehow, that isn't good enough. All I want is a place of my own...just a little apartment where I can keep all my books on a shelf instead of piled on the floor and where I have enough space to maybe have some people over for a poker night or something. You know, somewhere that ISN'T my parents basement (though it's a nice basement and I'm grateful that they still allow me to be here). But I just can't seem to make that happen, and it's bugging the hell out of me.
Oh well, I'll get there eventually. In the meantime, I'm focusing on small enjoyments, things that make me happy, like my nephews smiling when they see me, or the cute Greek girl asking how my day is going when I go in to get a gyro for the third time in a week. Like getting a perfect review on one of my calls at work, or finding Starship Troopers on DVD for a ridiculously low price at the used bookstore.
And like the game Portal. Check out the trailer:
This game is short, but really amazing, and made me think more than just about any game lately. There's a 2d flash knockoff (excuse me, "fan version") that's ok, but if you can get your hands on the real one, check it out.
OK, so this post isn't anything especially, well, special, but it's a beginning. More is coming, I promise.
And it won't take nearly as long.
I'm at a point in my life--I'm turning thirty in less than two months--where I'm taking serious stock in my life, and frankly, I'm not always happy with the results. Yes, the good lord has seen fit to bless me with wonderful friends and family, and I thank Him daily, and I realize that in the grand scheme of things I could be a lot worse off.
But somehow, that isn't good enough. All I want is a place of my own...just a little apartment where I can keep all my books on a shelf instead of piled on the floor and where I have enough space to maybe have some people over for a poker night or something. You know, somewhere that ISN'T my parents basement (though it's a nice basement and I'm grateful that they still allow me to be here). But I just can't seem to make that happen, and it's bugging the hell out of me.
Oh well, I'll get there eventually. In the meantime, I'm focusing on small enjoyments, things that make me happy, like my nephews smiling when they see me, or the cute Greek girl asking how my day is going when I go in to get a gyro for the third time in a week. Like getting a perfect review on one of my calls at work, or finding Starship Troopers on DVD for a ridiculously low price at the used bookstore.
And like the game Portal. Check out the trailer:
This game is short, but really amazing, and made me think more than just about any game lately. There's a 2d flash knockoff (excuse me, "fan version") that's ok, but if you can get your hands on the real one, check it out.
OK, so this post isn't anything especially, well, special, but it's a beginning. More is coming, I promise.
And it won't take nearly as long.
posted by Jack Shaftoe at 11:33 AM
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