Oh, God. This again?

 
One-Sided Conversation (With My Friend and Yours . . . The Internet)
What have we been up to for the past week? Hmmm. Well, let’s see, my band played a show Friday night.

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It sucked. This was our end of a show swap with a band from Gainesville who had hooked us up with a gig at an awesome club there, so we returned the favor up here. Except our version of “awesome club” was more of a den of choads . . .

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Huh? Oh, “choad.” It’s a dick that’s wider than it is long.

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Exactly. Anyway, we’re hopefully gonna stay great friends with the Gainesville band. Can’t say much for the venue, though. I guess we shouldn’t burn our bridges. I mean, we do have another show there in a couple months.

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Funny you should ask. It’s going well . . . I think. The whole preschool thing seems to be a more structured version of daycare. Except that we have to pack her a lunch. And there’s a playground. And we pay $140 more a month. I’m just feeling a little inadequate as a parent. We haven’t spent a lot of time with her drawing or writing. They send home all their classroom projects and work, and there were big letters “A” and “B” to be traced over, and she just scribbled on it. I get the feeling that she should be further along, but maybe she’s right on track. I mean, she's only three, right?

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She’s doing okay, thanks for asking. We had to go to the emergency room again last week, but it was a false alarm . . . a false alarm that cost me five hours of my life. But, y’know, better safe than sorry.

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Michelle’s doing good. Her band had a hugely successful show Saturday night in Gainesville.

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No, I didn’t go. It’s a long story. I stayed in town. Michelle’s parents had Mia, so I went out with a friend to a sports bar to NOT watch the Pittsburgh / Miami pre-season game. But I did get to kick a little ass in trivia, though. And, for the record, when you have Taco Bell for lunch, and you’re not really hungry and/or still bloated six hours later, perhaps you shouldn’t order the buffalitos, six wings, and an order of buffalo chips, because you’ll be popping Maalox Max all night and chasing those with Mylanta. Y’know, just a tip.

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Is that all? Well, yeah. I’m pretty boring when you boil it down.

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I’m sure my Internet friends don’t miss me that much. I’ve really been trying to get by to see everyone, but it’s hard. So much is going on and I feel really disconnected. Like Dayment moving to Vancouver, or Snowy disappearing into some witness-protection program for bloggers. And then there’s the whole Styro-letting-her-blog-die issue.

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Yeah, I’ve thought about taking a break. But it seems like everyone makes such a big spectacle about it when they’re going to stop, even if it's temporary. I guess you want to go out on top and not watch your blog die a slow death (like mine). I don’t want to feel like I have to make time to do it, like it’s a (very public) chore. Maybe I could take a break to start a Queer as Folk fan-blog like CW did. Seems like it’d be infinitely more readable than the political blog I started. Then again, maybe they’d have a lot in common, like all the references to anal sex.

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No, I was just kidding about CW. It was actually a fansite for The L Word.

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Well, I am trying to write more. Maybe it’s an inspiration thing. Which I need to remedy as the next season of Reverse Survivor is going to start very soon over at Mister Crunchy’s. In addition to this schlock, the political schlock, my RS entries, and my poems, I was thinking of starting a webcomic. A really schlocky one. I’m hoping that, if my lunch breaks return to being mine again, I can spend more time on all of these.

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Probably. Anyway . . . so, how’s that thing with your sister going? Did that infection ever get taken care of? And what about your mom finding that box of prison-sex snuff films? Ouch!
shaken and poured by Scott-san at 11:46 AM