Up (yer butt) Date!

I haven't written here in a while. Nothing really is going on that doesn't go into my little Cyclic side-blog. I was talking to my dad last Saturday and apparently my stop-mom reads it. He asked if I was wearing a helmet and laughed when I said there wasn't anything in there anyway.

Work is well. I have a new computer I named Etheline. I came in the Monday after I had her all setup with my cable arrangements and monitor placement to find, horrifically, my lacky had moved everything around. I spent about an hour getting it back to normal. I'm a laid back guy, but something about my computer area turns on the anal side of me. Yes, I'm well aware of your laughing right now but the sentence stays.

Speaking of lackys, mine is leaving a week from this coming Monday. He's moving to Buffalo to be with his woman and get out of his grandma's house. I'm sure you're not surprised to know I'm supportive. But I do need another lacky once/before he's gone. Seriously, if anyone in the Hampton Roads area wants a help desk/computer tech job, e-mail me. It's going to be interesting being on the other side of the interview process. This weekend Kasey and I are going to practice on each other.

I'm obsessing over bicycles. I want this one and some day down the line I'd love to build one of these. I even have the name all picked out. "The Baumer."

Reading has found it's way back into my life. I haven't been able to put down William Gibson's "Virtual Light" for a good week now. He's an old and current favorite of mine. I own very nearly his entire body of work. This is the first book in his second trilogy. It takes place in the future, in post-big-ass-earthquake California that has split basically into two separate states and centers around a pair of glasses that everyone seems to want for some reason and the girl who accidentally stole them. Gibson is the best; I realize now, years after really reading him hardcore, that a lot of my current writing style is influenced by him. It's weird to see things I try to do in another man's work and go, "Oh, yeah. That's probably where I got this from."

I shaved my head and it's just getting to where it looks and feels normal again. I think Kasey has warmed up to it as well, although we haven't romped around since I cut it all off... Deep down I know they're connected, but she denies it. ;) It would make sense that the week after I lop my locks in an attempt to stay cool that we'd have the coolest week of the summer. Today was gorgeous; breezy and overcast all the way to work. I was barely sweaty. I use the word "summer" very lightly here. After being forged in the heat of Phoenix for half a decade, a couple days of the heat index (still a foreign concept) being in low 100's still doesn't qualify as real summer to me. My subconscious is just going, "Aw, look at the little summer trying so hard."

We're still poor, my beautiful gal and me. But it's looking up. I'm getting a foothold and just sort of tripping instead of falling flat on my face. She also has an interview lined up for this Monday in the adorable area of Ghent. She isn't very positive, but I know she's going to run that place before you can say "titties and ass." One of the things that always drew me to her was the fact that she kicked so much ass at work. The first thing that crossed my mind when she told me she applied there was, "We need to get you a bike!" The one I had in mind had already been sold. A shame, too. A $300 lady's bike (yeah, apparently there are boys and girls bikes) selling for $150.

Okay, I told Kasey McSexybritches I'd be out of here by 5:00 and I'm thirteen minutes late. I'll hit ya'll up with my style latah.

Have a good one, mis amigos.

- David

"Where is the fifth crew member?"
"In the observation room."
Dun dun duuuuuun!
Get out of here he's fuzzy!