Archive for June 2015

Red Lodge

Hey all, I’m back! I had nothing last week because I couldn’t think of a funny way to report my slow decline into madness and despair. This week, I dunno. I’ll talk about Fruity Pebbles or something. I just had a bowl. The end.

Here’s a little bit of a bummer. Sunday, my family took an old family friend to Red Lodge. This family friend, Vera, was like a sister to my grandma. After my grandma passed, Vera decided there wasn’t anything keeping her in town, and is moving to Arizona to be around her kids. Understandable, but it made for a melancholy day. Probably the last time she’ll ever go to Red Lodge. She bought me a bag of candy. It was touching.

I don’t know. It’s got me thinking about my mortality again. There will be a time in my life when I go to Red Lodge for the last time. Will I know it? Has it already happened? Have I already eaten my last Walnetto? The last one at least is unlikely, because I just found them online. So that’s something.

Moh-Jiy-Toes

Lately I’ve been trying Mojitos. I say trying, because I’m learning that they are the Klimpaloon of the mixed drinks. Perfection is impossible, and anyone that’s told you they’ve seen a perfect one is a cartoon character. It’s not a perfect metaphor. I’m getting better at them. The trick is less rum than you’d think, more sugar than you’d think, and muddle everything.

Spring is almost done cooking, and the roasted heat of summer is starting to show. As of press time, I have two fans blowing on me to keep me cool. Albeit, I am a bit of a slavering meat beast with many sweat creases, but it is getting warmer out. I’m considering turning on the air conditioner, but am worried that in runs on pure green money. Sadly, I only have currency in the form of cardboard boxes and vague whispers of future favors.

It’s easy for me to give in to sloth this time of year. Looking for jobs has becomes more and more demoralizing the more I keep looking. I can see opening just outside of my driving radius. Well, not just outside, I’m not commuting to the Miles City every day. I’m considering Roundup. Add to that the time vacuum that is the Comedy Bang Bang podcast backlog, and watch my brain goo coagulate.

In fact, I have it on right now. I’m slowing down, and I can feel my brain

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There was no post last week. Because, there was no last week. The calender went straight from the 24th to the 1st. If you think thought that there was a week there, then you were the one they were trying to trick. They know that you were fooled. And we are all laughing at you behind your back. Welcome. to GiTH.

But seriously, I got nothing. Other than trying to stave off Marc Maron levels of depression and self-judgment. Though, I did help out at a Women’s shelter last Saturday. I did it for my body weight in barbecue and sushi, but still.

Garage sale didn’t work out. I got everything from the house packed up and in the garage, then I realized that things you want to sell need prices on them. And when Emily left town, so too did all my motivation. We’ll see if I can get back on track. Though, knowing me it will take a while. Garage sales

Hmm, what else… I got that Dark Souls game at one of those charity video game sales. You know, the one famous in nerd circles for being impossibly, infuriatingly difficult? So, I basically paid five dollars to be frustrated for a week before giving up. It’s rather profound, like a metaphor for good intentions.

More of the same. Sometimes, I guess everything old is just still old.