Rule Number 1: Never break your own rules.
Therefore on account of Rule Number 2, the “No post without a picture” rule here at M is for Myg, I’m going to reprimand myself harshly and will even write myself up. I can do that, I’m the boss here.
It has been a few weeks since my last post, and there’s no hiding the fact that my Second Life is in shambles. To be completely honest, it’s not too far off from my first life. I had the hope of a digital resurrection not long ago, but a series of things have sidetracked me. I have been popping my head into Plurk now and then, where I’m able to keep loose tabs on JellyBean and Hawks, Chestnut, dandellion, Crap, Xax, Rosie, Codie, and Vint. (And actually, Alex and Romana have rather dead looking Plurk threads too, and even Sable had one but looks like hers has disappeared.) I don’t plurk with the best of them, but I do like to stick a toe in to say hey and snark here and there. I digress.
I will tell you that I’ve been obsessed with presidential electoral politics for a good long while, and given the current economic meltdown, I’ve only gotten more obsessive. No creative work, no making stuff, no hanging out, no chatting, no listening to excellent tunes at Clockwork for me. It’s not healthy. I don’t recommend it, spending all your free time glued to the Daily Kos and The Rachel Maddow Show. (Yes, I’m a totally left, liberal progressive Democrat, but that’s not the point.)
And then there’s this other matter…
In a few short months things, meaning life, for me and Burgess will go completely insane. Insane in the best of possible ways, but insane nonetheless. I will try to be more in touch on that front, WITH pictures even.
I’ll just put it this way. Sometimes you want something so badly for so long, but you never think it will happen, so you prepare yourself to deal with that disappointment. But then what if it does happen? You realize that everything in the world, everything, you yourself even, changes. You stare dizzily over the edge of a black abyss that’s calling itself your future. You don’t know what to expect and how you feel isn’t exactly how you thought you’d feel. You don’t feel bad. But you do feel a bit stunned, a bit scared, a bit giddy, a bit, “well what the fuck?” Ready to leap into the dark gaping maw of the eternal unknown, death be damned.
It’s the circle of life, folks. Spinning, I’ve finally found where I am on it.