“days seem shorter than they are, finished counting all the stars, feel the gears wind down again, another paycheck to cash in, may the lord of flesh and bone leave you some to call your own, as we slowly feel our way through another shapeless day, up the hill to sow some seed, nostalgia’s warmth is all we need, past disappointments turn to steam, we’re superheros in our dreams, throw the radio up high, watch it drown out half the sky, synaesthesia colored blue, aqua man knows what to do”
Being on graveyard should not be synonymous with digging graves. Specifically my own.
I’ve covered an exceptional amount of ground, and been able to stay consistently employed for the past several years (minus a few breaks along the way), but the matter of being employable is a different story. I say that I’ve covered an exceptional amount of ground because just about every piece of knowledge I have has been acquired through my own means, and with no formal education being involved. And for a while, this worked. It would seem though that I am nearing the end the line.
My two options are: 1) To go back to school and get a degree. Going back to school is an intriguing idea, but the amount of time involved (as well as money required) is nothing short of daunting. Despite my own fears about this, I don’t think it’s completely off the table.
The other choice is: 2) Force myself to learn things that I have not bothered with. I can, with no second thoughts, call myself a jack of all trades, but a master of none. I’ve been talking about this for a while, but the three things I feel I should cram into my cranium are:
It’s been a very long time since I have made any type of personal commitment to learn anything completely new, but if I can push forward, and get my hands nice and dirty with these things, I may be able to get out of this rut I am currently in.
Almost a year between updates. At least I’m consistent. Too much to recount has happened in between updates. I should stop pretending I’m so busy and let myself write something out more often. This is the cheapest therapy I can think of. And the wonderful part is: I don’t really have to say anything at all. Just having my hands move across the keyboard can be positively delightful.
Writing is probably the only skill I have that has come naturally and without much effort. I’m not even trying to convince anyone that I am amazing at this, it’s just that in comparison to the rest of the dreck I have to read, at least I can make even a half-assed attempt at keeping some flow to my words. And yes, I think I danced dangerously close to having a run-on sentence there.
Graveyard has this uncanny ability to speed up time. For you daywalkers, time passes in a normal fashion (as it should.) For me, my “noon” is a split between two days. My work week passes by about twice as fast. It makes waiting for the next pay day a bit less painful, but it can be disorienting at times. My brothers are the same way, so they say. I guess we have a few vampiric genes shared between us. The main thing that keeps me attached to graveyard is: working alone. I mean that as no offense to my other fellow graveyarder, but there is a peacefulness that comes from being here alone that I can’t get enough of.
Alright, well this is setup as good as my lazy ass will allow. Ignore the late night hootenanny below.
Though the DNS part is true. I am so awesome at forgetting to setup A records for things like “www”. (HURRRRR)
Yep.
Apparenty I forgot to setup the A record for www. Great job!
I need cocks, STAT.
— n lewis
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I find I’ve wasted a lot of time trying to get some easy to use platform in place for blogging. Usually laziness takes hold and my interest goes elsewhere. Maybe I’ve finally found the right fit?