it's a convoluted mess
I got a postcard in the mail telling me I need to renew my driver’s license by my birthday because it’s expiring. I’m glad they sent the postcard or I would have never known. I never look at my license. I never need it for anything. Considering I have a week and a half before my birthday, I should probably get my ass to the DMV. It’s about three miles from my house and it’s… Keep reading…White washed walls…
My house smells like bacon. Because bacon. I made bacon, egg, and cheese paninis for dinner. I had eggs that needed to get used and we bought real bacon (thick-cut even) recently. We rarely buy real bacon. We have a supply of turkey bacon in the freezer. It tastes okay…bacon-ish…but it’s just not the same. Every time we have it I feel like I’m being cheated. I also made pumpkin banana bread. So my house… Keep reading…Everyone’s running…
Fat Chocobo. That is all. — All We Are Matt Nathanson
I started playing Final Fantasy XIV: A Realm Reborn a few months ago. It’s the current FF MMO. (It’s the revamp/relaunch of FFXIV from a few years ago that failed epically.) Bob started playing at launch last year, but I wasn’t in the right mindset to pick up a new MMO at the time. He finally lured me into it with Chocobos and Moogles. They are EVERYWHERE. You also eventually get your own Chocobo who… Keep reading…Final Fantasy Fourteen…
I want a tattoo. Once upon a time I swore I’d never get one because someday I’d be old and that tattoo would be stupid and I’d regret it. Now I just want one. Because why the hell not? My story characters frequently have them. And every time I focus on the design and meaning behind a fictional person’s permanent ink, I start to think more about getting ink for myself. So what’s stopping me?… Keep reading…Ink…lings…
Apparently I have an obsession with word counts. Almost to the degree that I abuse commas. I was rifling through my pictures and found a disturbing number of images of word counts—all nice clean numbers. That’s just from this year. I didn’t go back before that. But there are more. Trust me. Sheep knows. He’s usually poking his nose into the shot when I’m taking it. When I set out to write, I never have… Keep reading…Just never enough…