Tuesday, July 9, 2013

We’re back on Microsoft Word, after an extended stint with Notepad, and the effect of modern conveniences like spell-check is palpable. Even word wrap functions better, which is kinda like having a typewriter carriage move on its own, every time a sentence gets super-long. This post is also brought to you by services such as running water and a fast, persistent connection to the Internets–all of them.

With the exception of work, I’d say pretty much everything’s been on fuckin’ fire recently. I won’t bother to go into details, since this ain’t a diary, but I will say I’ve attempted to navigate it all with a two-fold approach: taking on one thing at a time, and creating stuff. The former’s self-explanatory, but the latter? The novel project is on hold, as was the earlier game. There’s been a new game, though, for which I penned the backstory–a gritty sci-fi screed about an overpopulated Earth, and Mars, and colonization by way of repurposed spacefaring garbage trawlers, packed tight with settlers, in an oblique reference to 16th century slave ships.

Okay! Also, drinking. I guess that’s been a third option for dealing with circumstances. Last week, I celebrated the founding of our nation by knocking out, like, six sangrias in a DJ’ed living room, with negligible effect on elocution or automobile operation. Certainly part of me wants to explore my upper limits fully, but then I remember how my grandfather drank like a fish and obliterated his liver, and suddenly the secret contours of mystery more than satisfy.