Wracked with guilt knowing I didn't have anything but sentence fragments and idea outlines set to auto-post at midnight last night, I actually set my alarm for 40min earlier than normal this morning. All so I could wake up and come back to the familiar web-interface that is the behind-the-scenes of this page. Turns out though, that my host is down, or flaky, or something... and I couldn't even access the tool. So here I am, drafting this in Thunderbird in hopes of mailing it to myself at work and doing a quick post once I'm back online. Even getting up early, I've not left myself much margin to write... so the pressure is high. Will he or won't he? Likely he will, but it won't be stellar. Enjoy.
Party was good, cleanup was lighter than years past. Hosed some puke out of the garage, steam-cleaned some beer out of the carpet... but other than that it was just garbage collection and general tidying. Good turnout too, judging from people-counts done on pictures I'd say there were around ~60 folks at the busiest time, pretty much the same as last year I think. The costumes were great, you can check them out over here. There were a few costumes that didn't get full pictures, but I think most of 'em are here. Expect more snaps of the goings-on as I have time, or don't... see if I care. Update: check out some candid party shots.
Yeah, I'm sorry, but I'm going to talk about it again. A good friend said something to me recently which I found profoundly brilliant. "Dave," this good friend said, "If I got some poop on my hand, I wouldn't just wipe it off with with a dry piece of paper... I'd put some water on that thing." Man, what a brilliant statement. Who in their right mind would wipe poop off their body with a piece of paper and call it clean? Well then, why is it acceptable for my butt? My friend only offered this revlation to me in response a question I'd asked. The question? "Hey," I said, "What's that container of baby wet-wipes for in your bathroom?" A personal question, sure, but a fair one. My curiosity was piqued, so I asked. That's when he laid it on me: TP first, then finish up with a wet-wipe. Brilliant. So, for weeks now I've been meaning to try out his next-best-to-a-bidet methodology. Today, I asked Sharaun to pick me up some wet-wipes at the store. Instead of asking me what for, she just said "OK" and brought them home (yeah, I thought that was odd too). So, if I remember - I'll let ya know if it's worth the effort.
Our daughter, who we haven't officially met yet as she currently resides somewhere inside my wife's belly, has been quite the active fetus of late. Kicking and spinning and doing all sorts of stuff that blows my mind. Fascinated, I keep asking Sharaun what it's like. What does it feel like to have something... else... squirming around inside of you? I try to put myself in the situation, and I come to the conclusion that I'd likely be so amazed by it that I'd ignore the world around me in favor of just staring down at my own stomach trying to comprehend it. Sharaun suggests that maybe woman are "tuned" to be more ho-hum about it... it's in their genes, they can roll with it because their kind have been experiencing it forever. Maybe she's right, because, as hard as I try to imagine a little thing wriggling around inside me, sandwiched in between my guts somewhere, I still can't come close. But, it is cool to get those tactile signs that your spawn is alive and well; maybe even reacting to your voice - since all the books tell me she can hear us now. Today, by the by, is the 1st day of her third trimester; the home-stretch if you will. I know, the math doesn't quite work out to me either - but that's what the doctors say...
Listening to the new Rogue Wave, which is garnering praise from all corners of indie blogdom. At first, I was a tad surprised how much attention the album was getting, having heard a few tracks leaked here and there and not being overly struck by them. But, as things tend to go, I've listened a few more times and am getting more attached with each go-round. Kinda reminds me of the Shins at spots. I dunno, I'm not jumping on the "one of the year's best" bandwagon with this one just yet, but at least maybe I've got something different than the Wolf Parade to listen for a while.
I'm off to work. Good day to you.