Is here. Packing as I type, I should be back to normal by the end of next week.

The last 2 weeks have been total chaos. I’ve been on 4 diffrent trips to LA and Phoenix I still don’t have a place to live in LA and I have to move by Wedensday oh yeah and I don’t have movers yet either. Monday I am in LA, Tuesday in San Diego, my boss was fired last week.

breath

It’s fun. I love it. It’s a challenge. If I end up living in a U-haul I won’t be able to blog at all .
Hav to go to work tomorrow for training.

I give you the girlfriend.
Watch out she’s got claws.

Apparently Sepi is no longer writing her blog that really really sucks.
I’ll miss all the pink.

It’s 3 am and I can’t sleep, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind keeps bouncing in my head along with this website (Thanks to Cuz).
What if someone erased not your memory but your entire town. Everything in your town, all of your accomplishments, everything your town folks built up over the years. All gone in a blink.
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I joked about dog punting almost a year ago. Now some idiot actually went and did it.

The old man slowly pushed his boat onto the beach as he had done year after year. The wind whipped his hair around and he paid no notice he had long ago gotten used to it. He had one fish with him, which would be more than enough for his dinner. These days he didn’t fish much anymore.
He looked out to the sea and saw with disgust a small black dot making its way onto the harbor. The black dot didn’t care about storms or currents. Its satellite navigation automatically steered it away from dangerous locations while other satellites gave it automatic feeds on where the schools of fish were at any moment.
Most of the men onboard were either computer experts or mechanics for one or another of the giant machines that would automatically clean and freeze the fish as soon as it was caught.
The old man had honed his skills over the years, he knew the currents and could tell when a storm was coming by the color of the waves.
In a few hours his daughter would come by with her store bought lemon pie and try to convince him yet again to move to the city with her. The lemon tree in the backyard had stayed laden with fruit ever since his wife had died.
The old man took one last look at the sea and something caught his eye. A fin cutting through the waves with surgical precision. He had not seen them in years and thought they had abandoned the coast. It seemed to be waiting for something. The old stared at his boat for a second, and the pushed it back onto the sea. The waves welcomed him back.

Cause I am not spiderman

Spider-man, Spider-man
Does whatever a spider can
Spins a web, any size
Catches thieves, just like flies
Look out! Here comes the Spider-man!

Is he strong? Listen, bud!
He’s got radioactive blood
Can he swing from a thread?
Take a look overhead
Hey there, there goes the Spider-man!

In the chill of night, at the scene of a crime
Like a streak of light, he arrives just in time

Spider-man, Spider-man
Friendly neighborhood Spider-man
Wealth and fame, he’s ignored
Action is his reward

To him, life is a great big gang-up
Wherever there’s a hang-up
You’ll find the Spider-man!

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