Four more “Hell Weeks” to go! We survived this week without killing one another, going clinically insane, or turning to a life of crime. I’d say we did well. :)

For those that are not aware, we have moved back into an apartment. The condition in which we moved didn’t yield us the best apartment in the world, either. I’m just thankful it’s not good ol’ T-Bird. Oh, T-Bird, how you abused me year after year, and I just kept going back!

The new place is upscale ghetto? It’s “gated”, and they do call it “Luxury” apartments, so it can’t be that bad. Like I think I said before, all the neighbors are fine (even the pit bulls). You just get raked over the coals when you are looking for a month to month contract, not that I blame them.

So, what’s so bad, you ask? Well, we’re not used to being in such close quarters with each other I think is the worst part. That, and the biggest thing is we feel like we are in limbo since we don’t want to put the effort into making that place a “home” since we are leaving in four weeks. So, no holiday decorations, no organization, etc. OH! The worst part for a couple of foodies like Heidi and I: the kitchen. Oh, how I miss apartment kitchens. LMAO!

After our little experiment here in the apartment, I’ve given up on any notion that this family could EVER live in Japan.

So, four more weeks of hell (less if we can speed the closing along). I’m sure it will get easier as we adapt to our new surroundings, and this will only make the new house feel like a palace!

What the hell? This conversation is kind of like when you are on the road and some fuck-weasel in a Hummer cuts you off. Of course you give them the “Are you mentally damaged?” look. What do they do? They give you the finger along with the “Why don’t you watch where you are going, asshat?” look… WHAT!? *YOU* cut *ME* off, freak!…. I swear… Anyway, here’s the less dramatic IM version of that:

(14:21:11) monoidtrout Let’s discuss botany!
(14:21:20) slack006 Why?
(14:21:41) monoidtrout whos this?
(14:21:56) slack006 I asked you first.
(14:22:05) slack006 Let’s call me Slack.
(14:22:11) monoidtrout um ok
(14:22:17) slack006 Who’s this?
(14:22:25) slack006 Are you a botanist?
(14:23:33) slack006 come on… you IMed me. What’s up?
(14:24:29) slack006 hmpf… fine then. Friggin botanists…

So, if you like mentally retarded botanists, give monoidtrout (wtf does that mean) a holler…

It feels that the three Sisters of Fate are conspiring against my wife and I the last couple days. You know how it goes, the nice run of little things that don’t quite go right. Nothing big, just little crap. The kind of little crap that you’d not bat an eye at under normal circumstances, but when under the onslaught of 1000 little things, you tend to notice. Oh, WAAAA! I know. We’re just gonna give it the finger, and wait until things let up.

I think this weekend was the weekend for crap. I’m having a bad go at things. My wife is having a bad go at things. Many of my friends are in bad moods because they are having a bad go at things, and then we did the show today, and had a bad go of things. Man… A vortex. We’re in a vortex here. Here’s to hoping it moves on to Texas soon. Yeah, F you Texas (I just feel like hating Texas today).

What else? Oh, my back is fucked again! Yes, AGAIN! I was feeling better (maybe about 80%) no Friday. That happened to be the day we moved around computer equipment. I TOOK IT EASY, so quit yelling at me! Now, my back is FUCKED again! LOL It’s not horrible, but I’m PISSED! Now I have to wait this crap out again! For all of you freaks who are screaming “Chiro” right now, shut up! I might… I’ve had bad experiences with them.

Well, I’m gonna relax and watch some Diggnation now. Here’s to a better week next week! :)

If you know me well, you know on my planet the day is 36 hours long. Thus creating an optimal sleep cycle of 10 hours and then 26 hours of work, play, and so forth. Well, here on fucking Earth, your day is 24 hours long, thus creating a gradually progressing state of sleeplessness and insanity. At least for me.

As you also know recent events have found me jobless for the first time in 11 or so years (you can barely count that brief stint after TPM). So, without much obligation to live by the 24 hour clock, I’ve fallen into my normal and natural schedule. I feel rested and great. My family is annoyed and hating me, however (sorry). Now with another job on the horizon, it is time to get back on the oh so wonderful 24 hour schedule and try blending in with you Earthlings again.

Wanna read the rest of Up Late… Sleeping on Couch…?

Thank god it’s POETS Day! The weekend is upon us. I worked two days this week… Well, two and a half days, yet it felt like much more than a full week! I’m sure this is largely due to the horrible sickness we’ve been enduring… Which leads into our first story…

Rhys-man’s infection still has not cleared up. Nor has it gotten better. His hearing is down to about 15% of what it is normally. He continually asks us, “What you said?” This was cute and even funny at first, but now it’s starting to worry me. I mean, the docs aren’t so worried. Neither is Heidi. His ears are three shades of fucked at the moment, so it’s no wonder he can’t hear. It just breaks my heart to see the little guy like this. WTF! Hasn’t he been through enough for fuck sake?! Jesus Christ on a pogo stick… dipped in chocolate. How about a fucking break!

Anyway, in other news. All my websites are flashing the little “There’s a new version of WordPress available.” First of all, WordPress is a great BlogCMS. I highly recommend it. Second, I love that they keep you so well informed of updates. That rocks. Third, I hate. I hate with the fire of a thousand burning suns when this happens. LOL! Now I have to go around and update the sites. Not a big deal. Not a big deal at all, but damn, grrrr!!!

Lastly,  the project I WAS working on, got sidelined for another project. This new project is almost at it’s Alpha release point. Which I must say is exciting because I rarely take projects to anything resembling an Alpha stage. :) LOL Once it’s fit for at least Beta (if it gets that far), I will announce it here. :) YAY

Ta ta.

Good morning, teeming millions. Happy Wednesday. Did you get vote in at the Primaries? Good for you. I didn’t. Why? Because it’s not legal for me to vote in them, since I am registered Independent. Whatever, I understand the thinking behind it…

So how are things, this beautiful humpday morning? Well, my head feels like it’s been stuffed with desiccant.  My throat is raw, but feels like there is some kind of sludge clinging to its back wall.

Rhys is still sick. I’m starting to get worried about his hearing. After listening to a podcast the other day which had a guest on there whose kid had a cochlear implant due to a heavy illness as a toddler, I’m now all hyper-paranoid. Especially when the doctor took a look in his ear yesterday commented that “it was horribly bad”. Oh, and every other time Rhys speaks now it is, “What you said?” So yeah, I’m a bit worried that his hearing may be damaged… Is that silly?

Heidi is still truckin along. She’s not sick, per se, but I’d bet she is “sick” of us being sick. :) She’s a trooper for sure. I love you, baby!

In other news — good news — Rhys’ new antibiotics don’t taste like shit! Personally, I thought his last bottle of antibiotics tasted fine, but both he and Heidi gave me a face that looked like they just licked something dead when they tried it. Well, Rhys took it a step further, gagging and then projectile vomiting everywhere. He didn’t specifically say he thought it tasted bad, but I can take a hint. I thought it tasted like Cherry Slurpees. :) But apparently not… Or maybe Cherry Slurpees taste like ballsack too.

So, Rhys shouldn’t need to get any more antibiotic injections. That’s good news, and hopefully he is on the road to recovery… I’m wary of saying that, because it seems everytime we tempt fate with the sweet smell of hope, it smacks us down like a $2 hooker.