That's Pretty Coup

With tons of good intent and some heavy chrome clankers, I am attempting to pull off a sort of a coup on behalf of HAX TV. Fingers crossed, and more to come on that whole deal.

I have had the last two days off of work in order to get my life together after the move and painting and unpacking and what-not. It's a pile right now. I feel like I packed up some of my friend's crap, as if they brought their troll dolls and half-bottles of Pert over to screw with my inventory and thin theirs. I am going to simplify my life quickly, or go crazy trying. Either way, I'm getting a nap and some Tylenol PM.

I found myself today accepting, again, my penchant for internalized judgment. Guilt would, in the past, wash over me when I had a negative thought about someone in particular. But I'm finding that the detractions are held in check until somebody does something truly dumb, selfish, blind, or Republican, which includes but is not limited to: Wearing sunglasses inside, not saying "Thanks" when the door is held open for them because they're on the Nokia, taking an already-crying child into a grocery store, telling me that marriage is the best thing that ever happened to them, dressing poorly, and withholding cleavage.

Today I was at a local bodega-type joint, 5th of 7 in line, and some moustachio'ed RX-7 jockey was trying to warm the plugs of the chica working the 10-3 shift. He's talking, and talking, taking longer than he needs. He's holding up 6 people's lives in an attempt to become the next guy that girl thinks is either "creepy," or at best,"nice, like Uncle Bert without the fanny grabs." Hey, God bless the guy's attempts to liven up the day, but his Yang to Richard Simmons's Yin was just too much. I couldn't decide what was funnier, him standing to the side to continue the forced conversation after his transaction, or my asking the girl behind the counter "Does he work here?" while he stood not 3 feet from me.

I really only feel bad about not yelling from the line "Hey Magnum, I have 75 square feet of low-pile, high-density olefin that has a better chance of getting laid this weekend than you do. Hit your PIN and get back to bending metal. Please. Thanks." If nothing else, we all walk with a story to share.

"Hey honey, this cockholster in line at the Buy&Fly yelled at some Sam Elliott-lookin' fruit who was ..."

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Schnumerology

Last year I did a lot of nothing at work and a lot of a lot in my social life.

This year I'm buried to my fundle in work that doesn't mean jack to the progress of mankind.

A friend directed me to a numerology website and I fig'red, what the heck, I have 8 seconds free. With no bulls to ride (thanks to my co-worker's involvement with PETA), I did myself up fancy with a numerology reading for how my year's a-gonna go.

I found it HERE. Karen Cornell, btw, is, yes, the Mother Cornell of the musical Cornells of Seattle notoriety.

You wanna know what Your Year is? Add your birthday month and day to 2005.
Here's mine: 2/4/2005.
2+4 = 6
2+0+0+5 = 7
6+7 = 13
1+3 = 4
So a 4 Year on the charts tells me....
4. Work-work-work! This is the opposite of last year! It is a real nose-to-the-grindstone year. One foot in front of the other. This is very slow moving energy. A real plodder! The good news is, you will accomplish a lot. The bad news is, you probably won't see much of your friends as you will be working so hard. It is very low physical energy and your immune system almost takes a nose dive as well, so taking care of yourself is really important. Stay positive and upbeat so all this doesn't get the better of you!

Last year was my socializing year. Next year is my Crazy Energy year. I guess these cycles also work in perspective. Fun, work, cutting loose.

So anywho, the most intensity of the year is felt from January 1st to June 21st, the Summer Solstice. That's a good thing, because I'm friggin' burned out on bullshit. There is a LOT going on that is all a directive towards great things, with the rebirth of HAX, my new place being painted and moved into, family, work, etc. I've got plenty to do to see it happen. But my attitude is much less "oh let's see if this flies." I'm feeling much more like "Do A, then do B, then C & D, call E, and voila! F!" I have no doubts about everything coming to fruition, and I've accepted the constant pace of my life's tempo matching up with a Ramones number. But within that parameter I face my greatest fear of all: Stagnation.

If it's not getting better, then at the very least... it's not getting better.
Changes on the horizon, but first I have a wall to knock down to better the view.
Done by Tuesday.
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