Over/Under

Whelmed. I like that word but I find it strange that the common Internet definitions of it often include "Overwhelmed" as a definition. That is questionable to me. In fact, I am underwhelmed with any positive emotions by that lazy definition. See how that works?

If I am underwhelmed, then I have not yet reached a state of whelmedness, and if I am overwhelmed, then I have surpassed by some measure my long sought-out whelming. Being whelmed is like being full, or like having all of something that you can handle, but not more. It should be thrilling, not scary; It should be fulfilling and not beyond your reach. Being whelmed is like surfing on the edge of disaster, any more and the crash would be spectacular, any less and it would be boring.

Everybody jump aboard the failboat!

Well, that wouldn't be a very good idea now would it. I'm great at making excuses, I could invent one right now. You know what for... But I won't I'll just pretend that nothing happend and get on with this thing.

I'm moving tomorrow. It's the right time to do it for me. As much as I'm afraid of change, I need it in order to grow. In fact, I probably need changes like this more often. They're good for me, they make me think and evolve (mentally...). Lindsay and I are moving pretty far South and East of where we are now. This forces me into a long commute to work... Work which is also changing! I'm switching shops to go and work at a different location. The hours are longer, but this means that I'll be getting full time again. Finally! Real full time too, not this thirty-some-odd hours a week bullshit; but a proper 40 hours.

Whee!

I'm reading a book right now too. I'll post a 'review' once I've finished it. That'll be rad.

My daily routine.

For your approval, something about myself.

I’m not really very interesting though. I’m also terrible at remembering details. My past is a haze really, a few points stand out but the details and events leading to those points are clouded and ephemeral. It’s tough to tell a story that has nothing but a couple of climaxes with no back story, build-up, or denouement. I suppose I could invent the filler.

I had finished my last graveyard on Friday morning. I stayed awake for the rest of the day on Friday, but I was exhausted, so I can’t recall much of it. I went to bed around 9:00 a.m. and woke up in the morning on Saturday ready to put up with another day. I wasn’t very happy were I was living. Brian and I make better friends than roommates for each other. The house was a mess and I wasn’t going to clean it. Instead, I watched television. Or maybe I played video games. Either way I was doing a great job of being a lazy slob. I was a smoker, I ate nothing but junk food, fast food, or some bastard combination of the two. I was probably a good fifteen or twenty pounds heavier than I am now. I was continually lethargic, had a nasty smokers cough, and was prone to illness.

As was my usual routine then, I drove out to my Nanny’s house to see if she wanted

to go to the grocery store with me, or just give me a list of things to pick up. I think that day there was just a short list: Four loaves of brown bread, and a big jar of mayonnaise. I retrieved the items and sat for a little visit. I would sometimes have a cup of herb tea while I was visiting, along with a few cigarettes.

After visiting Nanny, I went over to my parent’s house to hang out, maybe even score some dinner. There wasn’t much going on at the homestead though, so I went back into town. Before going home I stopped by Timmy Ho’s for a dozen doughnuts and an extra large triple-triple, plus another for Brian, if he was home he would want it. He was, and he did. We played some more video games afterwards. Eventually we got bored.

The logical course of action at this point was to go see what Sam and Aaron were up to. Not surprisingly they were up to pretty much the same, except instead of video games, they were watching every episode of Sex in the City. I was kind of getting in to it when Brian suggested we go to the bar. I didn’t really want to, but he said “trust me,” so of course, I had to at least give it a chance. When Brian says those two words the rusults are either catastrophic or fricking awesome.

This was the day that I met Lindsay. I’m glad Brian dragged me to the bar that Saturday. And I’m glad that Lindsay has a friend that did the same. My routine has shifted greatly for the better.

Michael Proietti : Chefs : Food Network

Michael Proietti : Chefs : Food Network.

So apparently If I were a little bit heavier, and a whole lot gayer. I could be the next Food Network Star. At least, that's what Lindsay says. I suppose that I can see it too.

June 24, The yard.

It's a gorgeous day today, too bad it's Calgary! (haha) So I'm sitting outside at the behest of my lady-friend, writing. I was playing a video game, but I was getting a little tired of it. There should be an age limit for using a microphone in Team Fortress 2. There's a few mosquitoes out, but not an intolerable number, so all in all, I think coming outside to write was a good Idea. I guess I could also study my CompTia a bit, but meh. This is better.
Richard and Brian came for a visit last night, we had a good little chat, watched some television and ate a bit of popcorn. That was okay. I don't talk to my friends very often, I've never been the chatty type. Filling a pleasant silence with idle chatter strikes me as time that would be better spent doing anything else. Not that I dislike talking, I just like for there to be some content involved.
I'm being hypocritical though. This writing constitutes as idle chatter. Most people who know me are already aware that I'm not a chatter, they're probably aware of a whole lot of my personality traits. So to whom am I talking to here?
Probably myself, I tend towards introspection fairly regularly. I'd think that this means that I know myself fairly well. And that's true for the most part, I know what I want to be, I know what I dislike, I know who I care about, and I now that I don't know everything. I don't know too many of the details about myself. If someone were to ask me “Hey Nelson, do you like baking?” I would reply “Yes! I certainly do!” However, if that person were to then ask “Why?” I would probably be stumped. Baking is a thing that I like to do, and I rarely think about the details.
Thinking on it now, I know that I find the process of measuring, preparing and assembling ingredients to be relaxing, and there is somewhat of a closet chemist in me that is fascinated by the reactions of those ingredients that create tasty food, and the rest of the scientist in me loves how the application of heat and time changes those initial components even further.
Lindsay just baked a Spice cake. I'm hungry.

Well shit.

I've already failed on that whole "daily" posting thing... Damn.

So anyways, I've been busy moving to Calgary this week (Finally) Changing over my drivers license was fairly trivial, however, car insurance is a different matter. First I needed an out-of-province inspection, which my damn car failed. Some stuff regarding the steering box and front suspension area. Long story short, I got a $1500 bill that I wasn't prepared for.

Anyways. Maybe it's a good idea to be putting money aside for things like this.

Anyways, the car now passes an inspection. So I'm now trying to get car insurance. Apparently I'll also have to "register". Damn you private insurance, you're so inconvenient!

Anyways, before I can get insurance the broker wants to see my drivers abstract and whatnot in order to get a better price. On the plus side, it looks like full coverage will only cost around $100 per month.

Anyways, do you know what the queers are doing to the soil?

So Here I am.

Happy zombie Jesus day!

I'm in Golden for the Easter weekend, visiting family and generally relaxing. Right now I'm thinking about procrastinating.

I'm not actively planning on procrastinating, I'm thining about the fact that I procrastinate. This is probably due in part to my desire to do things correctly the first time. My excuse is that I'm not ready yet.

I'm not ready to take my second CompTIA exam
I don't know enough about physiology to exercise properly
I don't know enough about writing to write.

Damn.

It's not enough that I can see the thing that is holding me back. I have to figure out how to get past that and just fricking act.

Let's start with writing. I should be witing in this space at least once a day. I think the problem is that I forget that the space is here. I wonde what I should wrie about. I want to be a technical writer I'm pretty sure, but I'm worried that I don't know how to be one. I need something to write about. That's something to think about.

Lux Interior dies at 60; founder and singer with punk band the Cramps - Los Angeles Times

Lux Interior dies at 60; founder and singer with punk band the Cramps - Los Angeles Times.

Probably one of the coolest bands my girlfriend has introduced me to. It's kind of sad.