Tuesday, December 17, 2013

This Thursday, in a measure you may well have anticipated, oh, a month or two ago, we will be instituting an official hiatus. This is a first in Secondhand Rants history, namely the “official” part. Truancy itself has long been a part of our fabric, with frequent absences marking the early days of this site and, in recent weeks, a grand return to form. You would think our de facto hiatus made the call that much easier, but I still hemmed and hawed, then hemmed and hawed some more.

The cost will be great. Not for you, of course, because there’s plenty of content for you to consume on the Internet, and having six fewer paragraphs to skim each week will barely register a blip. For me, though, these missives are how I hone my brain, and already I can feel myself getting duller. The time spent on writing, however, can and must be yoked to furthering my Dallas move.

Do you remember Maslow’s pyramid? I rightly don’t, because I either flunked or dropped out of Psych 101 before I could flunk, but I was reminded of it when the Chief baked it into a PowerPoint deck for work. There is simply no time now for the loftier items on that pyramid: no self-actualization, no writing, no stopping. I have but one goal: transplant my tired husk to Frisco. The main deterrent to this end is eBay, at the moment, because they seem hell-bent on limiting success with their artificial selling limits. I shit you not, I moved more than three grand of product one night–due cause for celebration, right?–and then was promptly cut off from selling more. They were able to raise that limit by a touch, but I’m maxed out again, after peddling $1,500 worth of moichandize tonight. One thing at a time, though. With any luck, I’ll be able to sell, sell, sell again tomorrow morning. And then perhaps in the new year, on a normal Tuesday or Thursday night, we can reconvene–in better times, as our better selves.