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There was never much hope. Just a fool's hope. ~Gandalf I'm not going to lie to you I don't have a plan for this blog, but a purpose does seem to be slowly emerging. I'll give my thoughts on this and that: maybe politics, a little religion, and talk about cultural touchstones that are important to me. Overall though I am going to be as personal as I feel comfortable sharing with the internet. This is going to result in some raw ideas coming up that may need to be cooked for longer, but I am not trying to write a perfect tome at the moment. Okay, listen up. Umm...You're a bunch of dirty misfits. But you're all that's left, so you'll have to do. ~Cayde-6 Writing is my passion and working on this blog has become a therapeutic source to me. I owe a lot to everyone who has read this blog; I don't know what interest first brought you here, however, I thank you for the time. Do or do not. There is no try. ~Yoda |
Deus Vult Gratia, Well, it is finally done; I got all my books on the shelves now. So, happy to have that finally done. A few things left to do around the house and then I will be ready for my nieces and nephews to come over without worrying about what they are getting into. After a week of night shifts, I still am not quite fully recovered from the late hours. It's been fun work, but I will be happy to get back to that normal routine I am trying to build since moving out on my own. Please, forgive me for being a little short this time around. Memento Mori, KS |
Deus Vult Gratia, I had a little adventure at home this week. My toilet started filling the tank and would not stop, and when I turned the valve to shut the water, discovered that the valve would leak in the off position. Plumbing is outside of my wheelhouse, but luckily I have access to people that have the experience to give me good advice. And after a slightly aggravating experience, I got the toilet and valve fixed on my own. The next day I felt absolutely invigorated after finishing the first bit of maintenance work that also improved the quality of my house: my toilet now runs much quieter. Had one of my out-of-the-blue obsessive projects today. On my shelf is a board game for being a GM of a hockey team, haven't played it in years, haven't even opened the box in almost a decade, but for whatever reason, I opened it, reacquainted myself with the rules, and reviewed the setup. It's so funny how well I remember those couple of games so long ago. I remember exactly what I liked, disliked, and how my brothers and I tried to fix it. Then the urge took me and I basically rebuilt the game from the ground up focusing on what I found fun and discarding everything else. Now, I am sitting on a new game instead of the usual homebrew rules that these sessions usually produce. Can't wait to play this with the family, and I might have to look at getting this out to the public. Memento Mori, KS |
Hello there, Well we are now halfway through the first month of the year. Welcome to your third year of lockdowns, restrictions, and mandates in a pandemic that has overstayed its welcome. Where has the time gone? It does feel like yesterday that I was seeing reports of an outbreak in China; wondering about how this might impact such a connected world. Honestly, I've made the best of these strange times; hopefully, dear reader, you have been able to do as well. For the first time, my own life feels as interesting a story to tell as anything I've imagined. I have high hopes for this year and the next; come hell or high water. One goal holds my vision and shapes my plans for the year ahead. Strangely enough, this goal unrelated to writing is the main reason why I am writing now. Writing has always been a claiming activity for me and I need to start taking better care of myself, so after a rough start to the year, I am getting back to what I set out to do years ago. It's strange how much getting that preferred author status on this website shattered my confidence after my first decent month of blogging here. I sincerely thought it was a mistake on the part of the community when it happened and felt like a fraud. The yellow suitcase always stood as a certain marker of quality that I didn't think my profile contained. I let that get to me. Call it too high standards, or a fear of disappointing others; it was part of the crucible needed to refine me. The first half of 2020 was certainly the hardest time of my life... and by the end of that year, it was probably the happiest. Forgive me, this time of year always brings my mind to reminisce. However, I can't wait to share that story with the world. I think we all could take comfort in a story of that kind. Deus Vult Gratia, KS P.S. Memento Mori |