little to report
So, I keep getting better ideas...better ideas for a blog than this one, better ideas for a novel than the one I'm working on, just you know...all around better ideas. If I only had the time... I'd sleep.
This last Saturday, I lost one of my jobs. That sounds bad but it isn't. I didn't get fired or anything, it just ended. It was a six week Saturday gig that I decided not to re-up until January. That means that I am currently only working 2 jobs, as well as building stuff to sell on Ebay, being an active father to my 11 month old son, being a husband, and oh yeah...getting a Ph.D.. So, when I say that I am less busy, that means a whole bunch, but it doesn't mean like...tranquil zen less busy. I guess you might say that my headache has gone from an 8 to a 6, and my Morrowind character has gained two more levels.
My point is that last weekend, I officially did nothing. That's not really true. I did a whole bunch of stuff, but mostly I was self-directed and man is it a good feeling. I suppose that's where all the good ideas are coming from.
I don't know if I have a point to be writing about right now. I could, of course, always complain about the state of affairs in today's system of higher education, that's always fun, I could discuss my continuing saga in my misguided attempt to get a Ph.D. because I "think I know enough," I suppose I could tell you about the wicked stories I keep thinking up in church when I'm supposed to be singing high pitched hymns--I'm pretty sure I'm going to hell for them, but if I write them down first, there's a possability that I'll make some serious scratch first.
How about this. Some time ago, while clearing out the crawl space in my attic, I discovered much to my chagrin that most of the insulation was coming down in gigantic clumps, leaving nothing between my house and the outside world but a few boards. This is bad when it stays around 12 degrees for a few months in a row (never going above that, aint that nice), and basically explains why I pay about $2000 in heating bills every Winter.
So, I set out on Saturday to insulate. First I was going to put up a plastic tarp. Second I was going to put put 1/4" insulation styrofoam that comes in giant sheets. Well, I put up the plastic and already my house is retaining heat like it never has before. Mind you, it's only 52 degrees right now, but things are looking up for this Winter. That's nice right.
This last Saturday, I lost one of my jobs. That sounds bad but it isn't. I didn't get fired or anything, it just ended. It was a six week Saturday gig that I decided not to re-up until January. That means that I am currently only working 2 jobs, as well as building stuff to sell on Ebay, being an active father to my 11 month old son, being a husband, and oh yeah...getting a Ph.D.. So, when I say that I am less busy, that means a whole bunch, but it doesn't mean like...tranquil zen less busy. I guess you might say that my headache has gone from an 8 to a 6, and my Morrowind character has gained two more levels.
My point is that last weekend, I officially did nothing. That's not really true. I did a whole bunch of stuff, but mostly I was self-directed and man is it a good feeling. I suppose that's where all the good ideas are coming from.
I don't know if I have a point to be writing about right now. I could, of course, always complain about the state of affairs in today's system of higher education, that's always fun, I could discuss my continuing saga in my misguided attempt to get a Ph.D. because I "think I know enough," I suppose I could tell you about the wicked stories I keep thinking up in church when I'm supposed to be singing high pitched hymns--I'm pretty sure I'm going to hell for them, but if I write them down first, there's a possability that I'll make some serious scratch first.
How about this. Some time ago, while clearing out the crawl space in my attic, I discovered much to my chagrin that most of the insulation was coming down in gigantic clumps, leaving nothing between my house and the outside world but a few boards. This is bad when it stays around 12 degrees for a few months in a row (never going above that, aint that nice), and basically explains why I pay about $2000 in heating bills every Winter.
So, I set out on Saturday to insulate. First I was going to put up a plastic tarp. Second I was going to put put 1/4" insulation styrofoam that comes in giant sheets. Well, I put up the plastic and already my house is retaining heat like it never has before. Mind you, it's only 52 degrees right now, but things are looking up for this Winter. That's nice right.
posted by Monstro D. Whale at
4:41 PM
3 Comments:
Since you have all of this free time on your hands now, don't forget that November is National Novel Writing Month. If you can crank out 50,000 words in 30 dyas, you'll earn a cool "winner" logo for your blog (even though it's not relly a contest, and even though 50,000 words is technically a novella, for all practical purposes). Anyway, I did it last year & will probably do it again. Mine was so friggin' good that I'm certain many publishers would be competing to buy it if only 50,000-word novellas had any market whatsoever (which they don't). Still, if was fun. Visit www.nanowrimo.org for info.
Oh, and congrats on taking that first step toward better insulation. You're officially ahead of me now. I should do that, too -- as it'll give me an excuse to shop at Home Depot again and drink beer all day while I install it. You did at least enjoy a few beers, right? I think it's a law or something that you have to do that. Or maybe it's just a guideline.
I might try out for that novella contest. What the hell? I'll write down all the evil thoughts I've been having in church. I've had some great ones. Real pomo moments, you know.
I did not drink beer while putting up the insulation. That's my point. It happenned too fast. Seriously, maybe forty five minutes. I'm amazed. And to think I only spent two thousand dollars on heating last year.
I got drunk after though and had my first hangover in a long long time. I lose track of my beer intake when watching TV and the wife an I watched five episodes of Battlestar Galactica in a row.
Maybe title it: "Evil Thoughts in Church." Not bad.
Again, though... it's not a "contest" contest. It's a contest with yourself. If you finish, you win. Last time, more than 60,000 people entered. I think about 9,000 "won."
Damn, I better start thinking of a plot. The shit starts tomorrow!
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