April 6th, 2005
I find myself posting less frequently. I'm guessing I'm overwhelming myself with job, reviews, the novel, and a short ghost story that is fucking with me and hasn't quite found the right road for itself. But I feel that there simply isn't time to sleep anymore, there's too much I want to accomplish and I find myself setting millions of mini goals, bashing my head against the wall when I don't accomplish them all. I know I will.. I know I have to be realistic about my goals. I need the small victories, the cankers and medallions (hey, my LJ name!) to keep moving forward. It's frustrating at times..
I also feel totally inept at helping those around me who I usually see as rock solid folks. A lot of them are suffering for different reasons and I wish I could have a better ... influence?... on them. Like the theme song of my current favorite shows says, "I'm no Superman."
I also feel totally inept at helping those around me who I usually see as rock solid folks. A lot of them are suffering for different reasons and I wish I could have a better ... influence?... on them. Like the theme song of my current favorite shows says, "I'm no Superman."
Stopped by my friends the other night. He owns the first season of Sid & Marty Krofft's Land of the Lost, so we started watching it.
OMG, it is truly sad how total my recall of the show from thirty years ago is. The stuff I didn't remember came flooding back just as a scene would start. Dopey the strawberry gulping baby bronto. Grumpy the T-Rex. Chaka, Marshall, Will and Holly.
I didn't remember how prevalent banjo music was in the series, giving this story of a family trapped in the age of dinosaurs an almost Dukes of Hazzard quality to it. And then there is the rock n' roll end credit theme that goes something like "When I look allll around, I can't beleeeeive the things I've fouuuuund...."
I think all those memories are what filled up the pocket where the info that would have gotten me into medical school goes. Well, that and I pass out at the sight of blood...
OMG, it is truly sad how total my recall of the show from thirty years ago is. The stuff I didn't remember came flooding back just as a scene would start. Dopey the strawberry gulping baby bronto. Grumpy the T-Rex. Chaka, Marshall, Will and Holly.
I didn't remember how prevalent banjo music was in the series, giving this story of a family trapped in the age of dinosaurs an almost Dukes of Hazzard quality to it. And then there is the rock n' roll end credit theme that goes something like "When I look allll around, I can't beleeeeive the things I've fouuuuund...."
I think all those memories are what filled up the pocket where the info that would have gotten me into medical school goes. Well, that and I pass out at the sight of blood...
Cleaning up pages for workshop, drafting a letter to an artist I want for my D&D book, prepping to sell 160 titles tomorrow, trying to fit in some EQ2....
So I suddenly decide to strain my hand learning the accoustic version of Overkill by Men at Work better. Clearly my chord making muscles are independent from my game playing muscles.. ouchie!
So I suddenly decide to strain my hand learning the accoustic version of Overkill by Men at Work better. Clearly my chord making muscles are independent from my game playing muscles.. ouchie!
